Chapter 43

Lincoln

It’s felt like the longest two weeks of my life. Lifting my glasses off, I use my forearm to swipe the sweat from my brow. The winter has finally let go and spring is doing a damn good job of reminding us it’s coming. A few daffodils and tulips have started popping up around the mailbox and the sun warms the barn roof just enough that by midday, I need to turn on the massive fans I installed.

The Calloway girls will more than likely appreciate the few upgrades out here. I needed a break from some of the planning I’ve been doing with Laney. Our release of Foxx & Peach is approaching and the hype my sister-in-law built up for it meant prepping for events and expanding tours. It’s nice to have my own space here, a breather from the distillery and a spot that makes me feel closer to her.

“Lincoln Foxx,” a sweet voice from behind me says.

I suck in a breath and close my eyes in relief. Every muscle in my body relaxes. I drop the rake as soon as I turn and see her beautiful face in the barn doorway. She looks down at my body, my t-shirt off and hanging from my back pocket. I can feel her eyes move down the length of me and, goddamn, I love it when she does it.

“You came back,” I say as I rush to her, wrapping my arms around her tightly.

Any words that she was going to let out die off as my lips meet hers. Kissing this woman is like getting lost and finding where I’m meant to be all at once.

She pulls back, just enough to say, “There’s so much I need to tell you.” She shakes her head, trying to stop the tears from falling. “But I was always coming back, Foxx. This time, I wouldn’t have been able to stay away.”

Her fingers run along my jaw and the overgrown scruff that I’ve been too lazy to worry about. I nuzzle my nose along hers, the smell of mint and vanilla along her lips. “I couldn’t figure it out. When I couldn’t look away from you and craved being near you, I couldn’t figure out what it was that made me feel it.”

She searches my face, her fingers gripping onto my shirt. “Obviously my brilliant personality,” she teases.

And though she’s not wrong, that isn’t exactly it. “I realized what it was about you that made you so fucking perfect for me.” I brush her hair from her face as she looks up at me. “You show up for your family and the people you care about, and that’s always been what love looks like to me. You are what love looks like to me.”

A smile dances across her lips as her arms wrap around my shoulders. She threads the tips of her fingers along the hair at the nape of my neck. “How am I supposed to not melt for a confession like that, Foxx?”

“Just flexing my charm. Making sure you’re locked in.”

I can’t hold on to her tight enough, and she must feel the same because, without thought, I lift her up and her legs wrap around my waist. She runs her nose along my neck and nips, firing off every need and desire to claim her as mine.

“Too many layers on, Peach,” I say, mumbling over her lips.

She starts laughing, and it’s easily one of my favorite sounds. Dragging her lips along my jaw and down my throat, she says, “You know it’s winter outside and you’re topless in here?”

“I wasn’t sure when you were going to show up, so I’ve been like this for days.”

She barks out a laugh as I pull her sweater up and over her head.

With just a tank on beneath and her hair wild, I cup her face with both hands. “You didn’t let me tell you. You said I love you and then left. Like the ultimate mic drop.”

She smiles against my lips, brushing her tongue against the seam of mine—so eager to get to what she wants. I move us off the wall and down toward the far end of the stables. We move past where Dottie grazes on hay. As she licks up the side of my neck, it sends a rush straight down my spine and to my cock. “Where are you taking me right now, Foxx?”

When we reach the farthest room, I put her down on the counter that runs the length of the space. “You realize this is a barn and not a rickhouse?”

“Just a small storage space for a little while. I’ve been trying something new with my specialty batch.” When she looks around the space, she spots one of the label mock-ups that Laney had dropped off earlier.

Holding it up, she smiles, her eyes brightening as they flick between mine. She reads the label aloud, “ Foxx & Peach. You named a bourbon after us?”

I move away from her and pluck an open bottle from the rack that had been used for tasting earlier today. I could have kept this at the distillery, but I didn’t want to be far from here. “I needed to know the minute you were back. So I took over the space. I could keep an eye on Kit and Dottie, get some work done while the girls are at school, and wait patiently for you.”

I take a sip from the bottle, tasting the Peach immediately as the bourbon hits my tongue. It’s almost as delicious as the one in front of me.

She smiles as I swallow, watching my throat work the bourbon down. The way she looks at me, like she wants me so fucking badly, is something I’ll never get over. “You’re obsessed with me,” she teases as her hands drag down my chest and move toward my belt.

“Yeah, baby. I’m obsessed with you.” I nip at her lips. “That okay with you?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums. “I want some of that.”

She unbuckles my belt as I pull down the front of her tank, her tits spilling over the pink bra she has on. But I’m not feeling patient right now as I yank the bra down so I can see exactly what I want to wrap my mouth around.

“You can have some when I say you can.”

Her eyes widen at hearing the way we’re going to play. She pushes her chest forward, waiting for what I’m going to ask of her. “Push those pretty tits together for me.”

She does exactly as I ask, palming the sides of both and gripping them tightly together.

I suck in a breath, groaning. “Fuck, look at you.” Leaning forward, I grip her waist and run my tongue right through the deep cleavage she’s making. “There’s only one way you’re allowed to drink bourbon when you’re with me, Peach.”

She smiles, and then like the good fucking girl she is, she opens her mouth, tongue out, as I take a pull from the bottle and give her exactly what she’s asked for—a shot of our Foxx & Peach bourbon.

Her eyes open and lock onto mine as she smiles. “I love this.”

“Good.” I smile back. “I love you.”

She lets the bit that’s escaped her mouth dribble down her chin and right onto her tits. Licking along its path, I moan against her skin. I pull her hips closer to the edge of the counter she’s perched on and roll her leggings down.

“Hold on to me.”

As I lift her ass to work them off the rest of the way, she loops her arms around me. I kneel and toss them across the room, pushing her knees wider so I can smell what’s mine. Whipping off my glasses, I graze my nose up the center of her pussy, and she shivers. “You’re so wet, baby.”

She lets out a tinkling laugh. “I get wet just thinking about you, Foxx.”

I stand and flip my jeans open, ripping the zipper down with it. Shoving my boxer briefs down, I grip my cock. “As much as I want to drink every drop you’ve made for me, I need that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock right this fucking minute.”

“Foxx?”

Spitting on my hand, I jerk my cock twice before I drag it along her slit. “Yeah, baby?”

She sucks a breath through her teeth as I tease her lips. And I know what she’s going to ask me. Which is why I don’t let her get the words out when I fuck her deep and hard on the first thrust. It knocks the air from her, and her mouth falls open before she smiles at me. “If I forget to tell you later, I love you.”

I kiss her plush lips in response. The words travel along my skin like a caress and seep into me, all the way to my soul. Her tongue swipes along mine, and with my cock buried inside of her, I pull out of her slowly and lift her higher. “Wrap those legs around me nice and tight, Peach.”

Doing as I ask, she rests her forehead on mine, whispering, “I missed you.”

My lips nip at hers as I lift her off the counter just enough to pull out of her and tease myself back inside.

She moans against me as I rock back and forth, her hips rolling to meet my thrusts. “That’s it, grind that pussy on me,” I say on a groan, feeling her clenching around me.

“That’s it, Foxx. Eyes on me while I fuck you,” she says between breaths, edging me closer. I can tell with the way her mouth parts and her body tenses that she’s already so close. A sheen of sweat highlights her chest as she keeps the pace of grinding into me, her body bouncing in the most beautiful ways. My dancer. My fantasy.

“My turn now, baby.” I shuffle us to the flat wall, and with her legs still wrapped around me, I use the wall as leverage to glide my hips into her, making sure I rub against her clit with each roll forward.

Her breathing speeds up, and I’m barely holding on when she wraps her arms tighter and quivers in my arms. A drawn-out moan starts soft, but it quickly becomes my unraveling as her pussy pulses around me. “Don’t you fucking stop, Foxx. I want to hear you moan like a man.”

And that’s the woman I’m in love with. Quick to make me fucking kneel for her, see every part of her, and not get lost in the fall. I do exactly as she tells me. On the cusp of her orgasm ending, mine ripples through my body, from the top of my head and down my back, right through my cock as I spill into her.

I moan out so loud that it doesn’t register that the sound came from me, but she smothers the end of it as she kisses me with every last bit of energy we’ve got. I rest my head against her shoulder, my heavy breathing and a delirious smile against her skin.

“You’re going to need to do that again,” she mumbles. She’s still jacked up against the wall with my hips pinning her in place as I drip out of her. “Think you can keep up?”

I chuckle darkly. “Peach, you keep squeezing that pussy, and I’ll be hard again in a minute.” And it’s true, but it’s the sound of squeaking brakes from the school bus that has me pulling out of her as I kiss her forehead. I pull my pants up enough so I don’t trip and move to find her leggings.

She smiles at me, leaning against the wall in a daze, looking like a satisfied goddess. “Are you in a rush?”

I shove my semi-hard cock back into my briefs as I button and work the buckle closed on my jeans. Leaning forward, I press a quick kiss to her lips as I tell her, “Yeah, a bit. And you should be too, unless you want my girls to see your tits and bare ass.”

Jolting to awareness, she stands tall and gets moving. “Oh my gosh,” she says through a laugh.

“A hazard of falling in love with a single dad.”

She shrugs her bra back into place and pulls the Led Zeppelin t-shirt on, and then works her legs back into her leggings with a shimmy. As I tug my shirt over my head and shrug it on, she pouts, making me laugh. She helps pull the hem down and kisses me. “Perks,” she says against my lips. “Perks of falling for a Foxx.”

I hear the double doors slide open, and both the girls start talking to our cow. “Dottie, you’re looking awfully sweet today,” and “Hi, Dottie, I think we’re going to need to trim your bangs soon.”

Kit barks out repeatedly, announcing her presence, and barrels down the main drag of the space. I pull Faye’s arm toward me and wrap myself around her.

I didn’t plan much past seeing her and holding her. I couldn’t let myself get too far ahead without knowing for certain she would want this. But right now, I can’t help but ask, “You’re sure this is what you want?”

She tilts her head back to look at me. The noise around us is muted as she drags her fingers along the nape of my neck.

Lark yells out, “Faye! You’re back.”

And Lily follows with a squeal that blends in with Kit’s barking.

She smiles so big that her green eyes squint and that beauty mark gets lost in the creases. “You’re exactly what I want, Foxx.” Her eyes shift to Lark and Lily, who both stand in the archway with goofy smiles on their faces. “You and your girls,” Faye adds, then kisses me one more time before she turns and opens her arms for my girls. “Oh wow, I missed you guys. Tell me everything I missed.”

They start rattling off a roster of things I didn’t even realize happened in the past few days. Apparently, Laney and Hadley are planning a girls-only welcome back party. “There’s a new mix I made for you, Faye. I think it’s the perfect mash-up for when we’re making dinner.” Lark rattles off the songs that made the cut.

Lily talks over her sister. “You timed this perfectly. Tonight is a full moon, and it’s supposed to be pink. And then we can look at all the pink gemstones...Lark, I’m talking.”

Faye looks over at me, and I feel it—that sense of calm. That exhale of contentment that comes when you’ve made enough of the wrong decisions, but somehow find your way to one that feels right.