Opening the door for Sarah in the back, she crawls in, looking up at me before I close the door with that sweet smile of hers. Her pretty hair has waves in it, and her cheeks and her nose are flushed like she’s been crying, which she has.
Seeing her face flush like that makes me feel strange. I’ve never seen her like that before, and it just seems wrong. Sarah’s face shouldn’t be one coated in tears.
Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I feel… proud. Proud that I could be there and rescue Sarah.
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Chapter 16
Sarah's POV
I feel so privileged right now that Lincoln actually came to rescue me. When he opened the door for me and I crawled into the back seat, looking up at him, it hit me all at once, he really came. For me.
And honestly… it’s my own damn fault I’m even in this mess.
I had gone over to my ex-boyfriend’s place to tell him that it was over. We had some nice morning sex, and then I dumped him.
Yes, we hadn’t really been going out, but I always orbited him because I was bored. And I made the mistake of telling him that I found someone else after he told me that I’d be back and that I always end up saying the same thing. I want to giggle to myself when I remember how confident he was when he said that, and he had a right to be, because I always did come back. But Brian is a fuckboy, and he expects the world to fall at his feet.
The thing is, I’m so busy anyway. Too busy for a steady relationship. And the most steady relationship I have is with Lincoln.
I don’t know anybody else who would get up out of his wife’s bed or whatever the hell he was doing to come and rescue me for something this trivial.
And part of why I did it… was to test him. To see how much he cared for me. To see what he was willing to do, the boundaries he was willing to push. This tells me everything I need to know.
As I sit in the back seat, I can feel the tension between the three of us; his wife, him, and me.
I can feel how uncomfortable Gabrielle is.
“Is there somewhere you want me to drop you off?” Lincoln says.
I sniffle, completely fake now. “Um… you can drop me off at my apartment,” I say.
Gabby looks over her shoulder at me.
The fuck is that bitch looking at. She’s probably thinking exactly what I intend, which is that I want Lincoln to know where I live. Lincoln has never asked to go home with me, but with how close we’ve gotten, if he knows where I live, well then he can just come over at any time if he chooses. If I call him later and say that I’m lonely or in danger, I know now that he’ll come running, and it will be much easier if he knows my location, which I know with all confidence he’ll memorize.
I know this because Lincoln has opened up a lot. It’s not just a surface-level thing with him.
I have experience with guys falling for me, even married ones. Lincoln’s eyes look at me very long when we’re at work. When I catch him looking, he pretends he’s not. Whenever I hug him, he now hugs me with the same length, seemingly unwilling to let me go.
I also study his oh-so-beautiful erection when he thinks he’s hiding it, when I’m sitting at the table with him going over the data and I rub my leg up against his, just pretending to rest it there. I’ve seen, out of the corner of my eye, his pants tenting a little bit, his face getting red.
I love that I make him hard. And there’s no doubt he probably jerks off to me when his wife is not around. I wonder if, while he’s with his wife, he thinks about me.
There’s definitely an attraction there, because when I called him earlier, he was whispering like he was trying to hide from his wife the fact that he was talking to me, which means that his wife 100% has an issue with me, and it also means Lincoln still wants to talk to me.
God, my pussy feels so swollen right now. I’ve pleased myself to thoughts of being with Lincoln for so long. I’ve always been taught to go after what I want. And I know that Lincoln is my man, his wife just doesn’t know it yet.
I catch Lincoln’s eyes in the rearview mirror looking back at me, and I smile at him softly. I notice him gulp as he looks straight ahead and then looks over to his wife.
He’s so tense it’s funny.
When we finally get to my apartment, Lincoln parks the car and gets out to open the door for me. I had been sitting near the middle of the back seat but more so behind the passenger seat so I could look at him. His face is red when I smile at him. I make him blush. Awww. I know I’ve been doing that a lot more often.
“This is where I live. So if something ever happens to me or I don’t report to work, I’m probably dead up there,” I joke.
“That’s not funny, Sarah. I was legitimately worried. Next time call the police.”
