He’s mumbling something behind the door, stomping down the hallway, and then I hearhisdoor slam too.
What the hell ishemad at?
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Chapter 23
Jealousy is not an emotion I’m supposed to be feeling at this late stage of the game. Unfortunately, I do. As mad as I am at Lincoln, it also bothers me being away from him. Honestly, everything we did together made me really horny, and I was thinking about it the entire day.
What’s the best way I can get back at him?
Drag out the torment a bit longer.
He said he didn’t come.
Do I believe him?
Probably.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have felt the need to even share that lovely story in the first place. And maybe itisa step in the right direction, to God knows what, if he’s willing to be honest.
But it doesn’t matter. If he's honest because he shouldn’t have gone over there in the first place.
Then I catch myself wondering why that is.
He’s right. We’renotin a relationship. And because we’re not in a relationship, I need to get my feelings under control.
Best way to do that, is to be in control.
Stripping off my pants, I leave myself in just my nice underwear; a beautiful white lacy design that leaves very little to the imagination. At the cup of it, right where my crotch sits, it’s sheer. With it being a little wet, it’s practically see-through, contrasting against my skin beautifully.
I stretch out prone on the bed, the bedsheets ruffled underneath me, and then call out loudly for Lincoln.
No answer.
“Lincoln! Link!” I call again, louder, until I hear the telltale angry footsteps heading toward my closed door.
This is going to be great.
Smiling, I keep my focus on my phone. I’m not facing the door, so when he comes in, the first thing he’ll be greeted with is my ass, my pretty panties, and my legs stretched out.
The door bursts open in a huff, and Lincoln opens his mouth to unleash whatever tirade he had brewing, but it dies in his throat, probably because he notices exactly what I hoped he would.
Lucky for me, my back's to him, hiding the grin splitting my face as I fight back a giggle.
“What… what do you want?” he says, a little softer, still with that undertone of fury.
“I was wondering if you could give me a massage.”
I don’t dare turn around because I’ll burst out laughing. Then comes the dip of the mattress as he drops to his knees behind me, one at a time, the bed creaking under his weight.
Lincoln positions himself between my outstretched legs and just kneels there, not doing anything.
“Please?” I coo.
I’m not apologizing. Like he loves to say, I did nothing wrong. This is kind of my reward, getting to toy with him like this.
Lincoln draws in a slow, ragged breath, then exhales it in a sharp burst of exasperation before laying his palms flat against the backs of my thighs. The instant warmth from his hands makes my pussy feel even wetter.
