Page 60 of Good Girl’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #4)

linc

This is it.

I’m either in or out.

I told Ainsley up front that I’m not the forever guy. And I meant it.

Then.

And why would I have been? Everyone in my life has left me. I know it wasn’t by their choosing, but for an angry kid who didn’t understand the world, it made sense to me.

For my entire life I’ve thought that. Sure, I have Wyatt. Maddox. I had coaches in the past who were in my corner. But no one has wanted, or was able, to go directly into the fire with me.

But here’s Ainsley. Not only willing to, but volunteering to get burned right by my side.

Oh, shit. And apparently she’s still talking and I wasn’t listening. I need to work on that if I’m going to do the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

No, not if. Am.

“…the scary thing I did today was I’m choosing to fight this with you.

Whoever’s out to take you down—take us down—they’re going to have to go through me first. I told you I was going to help you, and I don’t back down on my promises.

I’m in. All in. However much you’ll let me be.

Whether it’s continuing to be your friend, your fake girlfriend for the press, I’m in. Or...”

I don’t let her finish. If she would’ve been reading from her notebook, I’d have tossed it to the side like I did before. I just kiss her. I kiss her with everything I have in me. I kiss her with the promise that I’m going to do my damn best to give her what she deserves.

Love. Happiness.

Forever.

My entire life I’ve been the man who’s made the wrong decisions. I think it’s about time I made the right one.

She pulls away, a little confused about what just happened. “I hate to assume what that meant, Linc, so I’m going to need you to explain what that kiss was for.”

I lean in to give her one more small one before I adjust her in my arms.

“That means there’s no more fake.” I stand up, bringing her in my hold as I start walking toward her bedroom.

She’s silent as I take the short walk down the hallway, kicking open her bedroom door before laying her on her bed.

“From this point on, you’re mine. But more than that, I’m yours, Ainsley Mae. ”

I watch as her eyes and smile catch up to the words I just said. But I’m not done.

“Let them write what they want. If they want to call us fake, let them. Only we know what we are. What we have.”

“We have each other,” she says. “Together.”

“You and me.”

Our words are whispers as I lean down, kissing her deeply.

This is how I should’ve known she was special.

From the first time we kissed—drunk and a little crazy on the high of the night and the act we were putting on—our kiss was seamless.

Our tongues knew where they wanted to go, and how they wanted to connect.

Our mouths never stumbled, always knowing how to take and give in the perfect balance.

“So fucking beautiful,” I grit out as my mouth starts kissing down her neck and chest. “So fucking mine.”

My cock hardens as the words leave my mouth. Never did I think I’d ever call anyone “mine.” And maybe before, that was true. But I didn’t know Ainsley then. I didn’t know that everything could change when you found the person who made you whole. Who made you smile. Laugh.

Love.

“You feel so good,” Ainsley breaths out as I quickly take off her shirt and bra. “How do you make me feel so good?”

“I could ask you the same question,” I mumble as my tongue circles over her nipple before I latch onto it, squeezing the other as her hips start bucking underneath me. “Do you see how hard I am for you? You do this to me, Ainsley. Only you. Only ever you.”

She nods as I stand up, pushing down the joggers and boxer briefs I have on before using one hand to pull off the Fury T-shirt I’m wearing.

When my cock springs free, I see the heat flick on in Ainsley’s eyes.

I start stroking myself, and if I had any questions on whether we’re on the same page for what’s about to happen, my girl gets on her hands and knees and starts crawling across the bed to me.

Holy fuck…my good girl isn’t so good anymore…

“So if I’m yours, and you’re mine, does that include this?”

Her hand travels to my cock, stroking it just like I taught her to. “Yes.”

When did my Ainsley Mae get a dirty side to her? It’s like with two minimal swear words, the flood gates opened.

But I’m not mad about it. Not at all. Especially if she continues to touch me like she’s doing.

“I want you, Linc. I want you to have me. All of me. Nothing between us.”

I forget to breathe for a second. “Ainsley? Are you sure? Don’t think you have to?—”

She cuts me off with a kiss. “Yes. I’ve been on the pill for years. I’m clean.”

“I am too,” I say. “We’re tested regularly. And I’ve never gone without.”

Ainsley traces a finger gently up and down my sternum, my breath hitching along the way. “Then take me, Linc. Make me yours.”

Ainsley will never have to ask me twice for anything in this life. And surely not this.

Our kiss this time is full of fire and passion, my hands on her waist as I lay her back down on the bed. My hands travel down from her back to her hips, down to her thighs where I part her legs.

“You’re so wet for me already,” I say, licking my lips as one finger enters her. “Do you want my cock, Ainsley Mae?”

“Yes,” she breathes heavily as I slowly insert a second into her. She’s so tight already, I have to try to even my breathing just thinking about how she’s feel when my cock enters that sweet pussy.

“You know, one day I’m going to get you to say that that word,” I tease as I continue working her. “And it’s going to sound so good coming out of those pretty little lips.”

“Linc!” I don’t think she’s hearing anything I’m saying. Her eyes are closed, and her body is begging me for more. I have her so close to the edge she’s about to explode.

“Shhh,” I say, slowly taking my fingers out of her. Her eyes flash open, just in time for her to see me lick one off.

“Open your mouth, baby,” I say, taking a risk that she might not be able to say the true dirty words yet, but that my good girl is a little dirty.

She does as I say, her eyes heating as I place my one finger on her tongue.

“Now close. Taste yourself. Taste how wet you are for me.”

Ainsley doesn’t say a word as she does what I ask. Her swollen lips close around my finger before I feel her tongue circling me. Just like it did on my cock.

“Such a good girl,” I say, her legs spreading wider on instinct. “Are you ready?”

She nods her head, still silent in the anticipation.

“I’m going to go slow,” I say as I lean down, pressing kisses along her jaw line. “If it’s too much, if there’s anything you want me to do, good or bad, you tell me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her breathing is starting to pick up with every word I say. “I’m ready, Linc.”

With one more kiss I fall back to my knees, taking a deep breath as I line myself up at her center. I push in just the tip, and the gasp that comes from her lips is enough to make me come right there.

But I don’t. I won’t. Not until I give her—us—the night we’re both craving.

“I got you, baby,” I say, slowly pushing in. “I’ve always got you.”

Ainsley’s breathing is heavy as I do my best to enter her slowly, allowing her to adjust for my size. “Just breathe. Relax. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

Have I ever said those words before? I don’t think I have.

Certainly not to sexual partners who were either one-night company or drunken mistakes.

I haven’t had family in years, and when I did, I certainly wasn’t taking care of anyone.

Yet right now, that’s all I want to do. I want to take care of her in the bedroom, making sure that she knows not only how beautiful she is, but how she makes me feel.

I want to take care of her out in the world.

To know that she doesn’t have to do the scary things by herself.

Neither of us do. Not anymore.

“There you go,” I say, her body starting to relax as I press in more.

My strokes are slow and steady, needing to move or I’m going to finish before we begin, but also knowing I need to warm her up.

“You feel…so…I feel…so…full,” she finally mumbles out, her head turning back and forth as I keep pumping into her.

I keep my eyes on her as my thumb goes to her clit, rubbing it in circles as I’m finally able to fully press into her. I find the spot just in time, a yelp leaving her mouth as her back arches, her tits in the air and looking like every fantasy come to life.

“That’s it,” I say, my speed starting to increase. “You’re taking my cock so good.”

Her eyes flutter open, straight fire blazing out of her normally crystal blues.

“Say it again,” she says, her words as breathy as I’ve ever heard them.

Wait…does my sweet Ainsley have a praise kink?

Because if she does, I’m going to go buy a ring tomorrow. And there will be nothing fake about that diamond.

“What? That you’re taking my cock like a good girl?” I wrap my hand around her back to bring her into me, my dick never leaving her sweet heat.

“Yes.”

Her hands are around me, her nails digging into my back. “Did you like when I said that?”

“I did.”

“Well, you are,” I say. “Do you want more?”

She nods as she starts to become more comfortable, moving up and down on my cock. Fuck…I might lose it the first time she rides me if she feels this good. “I do. I want more, Linc.”

“Say less, Ainsley Mae. Say less.”

I kiss her as I bring her back down to the bed.

I want to do so much more—give her so much more—and I will.

Eventually. But right now, between her tightness, her newly unlocked praise kink, and the fact that I’m figuring out in real time that I’m with the woman of my dreams, I don’t think I’m about to last much longer.

“Give me that leg, baby,” I say as I put it on my shoulder, allowing me to press into her farther than before. “That’s it.”

I lose my words as her fingers find my chest, scratching me, begging to hold onto something as I drive into her.

She was already tight around my cock, but the second her orgasms hits, I'm finished. I can’t hold back anymore, and neither can she, as we come together in a way that almost has me blacking out.

Holy shit. I’ve never done that before. My body is shaking as I spill into her, and so is hers. Our holds on each other are the only thing keeping us grounded as the highs slowly start to wear off.

“Holy Moses,” Ainsley says as I bring her into my arms.

Holy Moses is right. And if I could speak, I’d say that. But I can’t. I think I’m done for.

In more ways than one.