With Lincoln drawing invisible shapes on her back, Brooke fell asleep laying on top of him. Lincoln didn't mind and was soon after lulled to sleep himself by her steady, light breathing. Later in the night, Brooke had rolled off him onto her back. When Lincoln stirred and realized she had moved, he took it upon himself to close the distance.

Now flush against her naked form, Lincoln pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. Brook stirred in her sleep, face turning toward him, arms stretching above her head and legs bending differently. Lincoln smirked at how she slept, stretched out like a kitten.

Her lips parted temptingly still slightly swollen from their heated tumbles not too long ago. Unable to resist, Lincoln lightly kissed his way up her shoulder, collarbone to her neck finally meeting her lips. At first there was no reaction.

Still, Lincoln left tender kisses on her parted lips, nuzzling his nose against hers in between until soft hums and sighs sounded. Brooke's brows furrowed as she stirred trying to process what was waking her. Deciding that now was the time, Lincoln grinned as his knee coaxed her legs apart followed by his other until he could lower himself onto her.

"Wake up, baby," He cooed softly as his lips pressed more urgently onto hers. His already hardening shaft stimulated on her downy folds.

"Uh uh," Brooke groaned, arms stretching above her, brows furrowed into an adorable frown.

Gliding a hand up from her ample breast after a doting squeeze to her soft upper arm, Lincoln captured first one wrist then the other in his hand. Again his lips ardently massaged hers while his length teased at her warm center. He wanted her badly but wouldn't claim her without wakeful, conscious knowledge.

"Come on, baby," Lincoln urged, peppering kisses down her jaw to her neck where he sucked at one particularly sensitive spot.

Brooke's breath hitched when he brushed firmly over her bud sending a jolt through her body. Her back arched as her eyelids fluttered open allowing hazel eyes finally revealed meeting sparkling emerald gems.

For a brief moment, her heart raced in panic at the flooding assault of deja vu. A darkened room, shadowed figure above her pinning Brooke down. An all too familiar scenario. Brows furrowed in confusion, Brooke forced her breathing to steady. The scent was different, no heavy stench of cigarettes. The touch was different, firm yet not harsh or painful. Shadows partially hid the face of the man above her but the little moonlight seeping in through the opened windows, reflected on the sparkle in the green orbs gazing down.

"It's alright, baby," Lincoln's smooth, calming baritone soothed sensing her rising panic.

This was not her nightmare, this was real. Brooke was in no danger of harm, only falling hard for this man and having her heartbroken. Still, Brooke's body caved as her heart convinced her mind she was safe.

"You couldn't behave long enough to let me sleep?" She groaned, voice raspy and gruff even though her hips lifted to meet his movements.

Grinning wide, Lincoln chuckled, "Nope. You're too tempting."

With that, he sealed her mouth with his in a passionate kiss and eased into her. She moaned against his lips and eagerly rocked her hips to meet his. Their bodies rocked in perfect sync. It wasn't rushed but it was passionate. Brooke tugged her locked hands against his strong grip, desperate to cling to him but Lincoln held tight.

Their bodies flush together, moving both toward another blissful climax. It wasn't until he felt her walls clenching Lincoln finally released her wrist so he could find that nub with his thumb. Loud, ragged and breathy moans mixed with heated grunts filled the room in a symphony of desire.

Finally tumbling over the edge of climax, Brooke shuddered beneath his steady pulse. Arms clinging tightly to him for stability, soon after Lincoln shattered as well. He continued his rhythm as his hips rolled into hers, spurting his essence to coat her walls.

Once again wrapped in his arms, Brooke trembled lightly in complete satisfaction. Her eyes rolled closed as her body succumbed again to sleep. Lincoln smiled sleepily down at her as he rolled off but curled up next to her, an arm draping over her waist to pull her back to his front.

"Why did you become a teacher?" Lincoln asked softly as he pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder.

Brooke sighed before answering, "I wanted to reach and help kids in ways my teachers never did. School was never easy for me, especially socially."

"Were you bullied?" He asked, rising up onto his elbow to gaze down at her.

"Mhmm," She hummed, rolling onto her other side to face him.

"I'm sorry, baby." He placed a kiss on her forehead then murmured over the damp, warm skin, "Do you enjoy teaching?"

"It's never boring," She chuckled, rolling over to face him then snuggling closer to his warmth.

"How so?" He inquired, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I've taught Kindergarten the majority of my years teaching," She explained, hazel eyes bright and openly set on his. "With that developmental territory comes a lot more teaching social skills and reinforcing positive habits. Every two hours we rotate through the bathroom. I'm always asking if they flushed and washed their hands," She chuckled, rolling her eyes thinking of some of her students fondly.

"That makes sense," Lincoln acknowledged. "They are what, 5? Elise turns 6 in the Spring. She's only been potty trained for two years which isn't long if you think about it."

"Exactly," Brooke smiled, pleased that Lincoln understood which many people didn't. "Still, they think that teachers are supernatural or something and don't function normally."

"What?" He chuckled, his body shaking with laughter. "You function just fine for me." He wiggled his eyebrows at the insinuation making Brooke blush.

"On the first day of school," She continued pointedly, trying to ignore his comment. "I went to use the bathroom in my classroom while the kids were having snack. It got really quiet and someone asked 'where did Teacher go?'" Brooke giggled as she shook her head thinking on the memory. "I heard the conversation from the bathroom! 'She's in the potty!' then 'Teachers don't go potty!'"

Lincoln burst out laughing with her, enjoying how Brooke's eyes lit up when she talked about her students. Drawing her body closer to his, Lincoln stroked her sides and hip in long lines. Brooke's eyelids began to grow heavy as they lulled closed.

Grinning wickedly, he slid his hand down her hip and gently stroked her mound to keep her awake. "Tell me more about your teaching."

"Hmm, in 9 years of teaching," She hummed, squirming at how close his touch was yet denying what her body was smoldering with renewed desire for. She tilted her hips to get his hand where she wanted it but Lincoln simply shifted with her. "I haven't had any students break a bone, vomit in my classroom or have a pee accident."

"Wow," Lincoln acknowledged. "That's pretty impressive!"

Brooke arched an eyebrows and held up one finger in signal to wait. "Until this year."

"Uh oh," He chuckled, snaking his arm over her waist again.

Brooke pouted at the loss of his touch. Bending one arm under her face, the other roamed over his bare chest admiring the toned milk chocolate colored muscles.

"Third Friday of school we had a campus wide Water Day," She continued, eyes trained on her fingers drawing circles over his pecs. "One of my girls didn't get the skirt of her bathing suit down in time and peed all over the bathroom floor. She screamed, wailed, sobbed and kept apologizing while I cleaned her up."

"Aww, poor thing," Lincoln pouted empathetically. "She must have been embarrassed."

"She really was," Brooke confirmed. "So later in the year, we are doing phonics and one of my students is just staring at me like they are lost in another world. I noticed she started looking kind of green so I stopped the lesson and went over to her asking if she was OK. She coughed really hard, like her little face turned red with the strain. I asked if she needed water but before she could get up, she gag-coughed and right away I recognized that sound." Brooke laughed, groaning as she squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head.

Lincoln's eyebrows raised, "Oh no!"

"Oh yes!" Brooke nodded. "She gagged again and I grabbed the nearest trash can then shoved it under her face just in time for her to vomit up breakfast and snack. Both incidents, same kid!"

"Wow!" He chortled, brows raised, genuinely impressed. Lincoln grinned and slid his hands down to cup her ass, yanking her hips against his. "Teacher got skills."

Brooke giggled and cupped his neck in her soft hand. "Yes, I do."

A deep growl rumbled from the back of Lincoln's throat as his emerald depths seemed to darken with lustful desire. The grin spread across Brooke's lips seemed to mirror his own thoughts. With a sharply inhaled breath from Brooke and another growl from Lincoln, their lips crashed. It seemed neither could get enough of the other and both were mutually determined to spend every moment together in this last night of their weekend getaway.

At the feeling of Lincoln's hand cupping her mound, the pad of a finger rubbing on her nub, Brooke gasped, exhaling a deep moan as she tore her lips from his. Every inch of her was sensitive from his touch and the multiple climaxes in a short time span.

"Ahh-again?" She half moaned, half whimpered, rolling her head back as Lincoln kissed down her jaw to her neck humming his confirmation of intentions against the sensitive skin. "I'm going to be so sore in the morning..." She gasped as his finger slipped into her heat through the tender folds. "Ohh, maybe sooner..."

"I promise to be gentle," He hummed against her neck then peppered kisses back up to her mouth. "If it does hurt, tell me and we can adjust."

She gave a small smile, nervous butterflies fluttering in her belly but Brooke trusted his word. Those soft, warm lips captured hers in a tender kiss as his body pressed forward, rolling Brooke onto her back. Willingly parting her legs, Lincoln added a finger and pumped steadily into her slickness. He grinned against her lips at how well her body responded to him. She was ready.

Much like their first joining, Lincoln eased his body over hers to settle between her parted legs, so willing and inviting. His warm hands appreciatively roamed over her body, arms, breasts, stomach and hips admiring the creamy softness of her skin. Brooke rolled her eyes closed reveling in his touch making her feel so indescribably desirable. Raising her arms above her head, she offered herself openly to him.

Lincoln grinned from above her, gazing down at this beauty with a deep emotion stirring he hadn't felt for anyone else. His closed off, frozen and bitter heart had crumbled easily for this woman and was now completely consumed by her.

Gliding his hand up Brooke's arms, Lincoln entwined his fingers with hers, the other hand slipping under the small of her back. The sight was exactly as it should be, wrapped around each other and anchored in this passion. Somehow they would make this work back in the real world. He would do anything to have her permanently in his life. Moreover, to free Brooke of her ex-husband's toxic emotional binds.

Brooke writhed beneath him, fingers squeezing his and holding his firm chest to hers with the other desperate to get closer than physically possible. Lincoln held eye contact as he probed her entrance with his shaft.

"Open your eyes," He coaxed, brushing the tip of her nose with his.

Through eyelids feeling as heavy led, Brooke fought and finally willed them to open. Hazel met emerald, searching for mirrored emotions neither thought they could feel again. Cupping his cheek in her free hand, Brooke smiled up at Lincoln, lost in the warmth of those eyes.

Lightly her fingertips grazed the strong jawline, the beginning of stubble rough against her tender skin. She stroked through his thick, deep chocolate hair that gleamed in the moonlight. The slightly flat bridge of his nose matched his ethnicity charmingly. Brooke drank in every feature, every characteristic of his handsome face burning it into her memory just like after their first time the other night in front of the fire.

All the eloquent, honey dripped words and promises in the world did nothing to completely chase away Brooke's doubts. Especially murmured in the throes of passion. Her stubborn mind was convinced. There was no absolute guarantee this would last passed the weekend. If nothing else, Lincoln had awakened her body, healed her sexual doubts and fears, taught her that Brooke was not the problem in her sexually tumultuous past.

His own lips tilted into a warm smile as he gazed down at this beauty. Dark auburn tendrils spread around her like a copper halo over the pillows. Warm, creamy legs hugging his and sparkling hazel depths full of promise. For the first time since early in his relationship with Olivia, Lincoln saw a future with someone. With Brooke.

The spark, the magnetic pull was missing with Olivia. They stayed together out of comfort, not passion. Lincoln never saw himself getting bored with Brooke. He saw them having a family, growing old with grandkids. That vision seemed odd because a few months ago, Lincoln wasn't ready to settle. All it took was one woman, the right woman. This woman.

In the morning, they would have to discuss a plan for making this continue. A dark thought fed by sudden doubt rushed over Lincoln. What if Brooke didn't want it to continue? What if all she wanted was this hidden affair? No, that was impossible. Wasn't it?

Now determined to enjoy his time with her as much as possible, Lincoln sealed his lips over Brooke's in a hard, almost punishing kiss. He would banish any thoughts of rejection or doubts of them lasting with this, their last night together in this cabin.

Pulling hesitatingly away from her inviting, warm and swollen lips, Lincoln locked his darkened gaze onto hers again. Brooke's brows crinkled and her fingers curled over his cheek.

"I don't want this to end," She whispered. Fresh tears shimmered in her eyes as her tongue ran over those swollen, rosy lips.

"Let's make every moment last," Lincoln vowed, voice husky and thick with desire. "Don't take your eyes from mine."

Brooke nodded her agreement, licking her lips again as Lincoln pressed his hips harder onto hers. The head of his shaft slid into her heat, eliciting a sharp gasp from Brooke, eyebrows tilting in pleasure.

His fingers tightened around hers as he pushed farther in again stretching her walls. The vice grip of her cavern forced him to ease in gently, mindful of her tenderness. In long, deep rolls, Lincoln merged his body with hers in fluid grinds. The breathy moans from Brooke encouraged him on.

It was difficult for him to not close his eyes and get lost in her warmth but the goal of watching her from start to finish kept him motivated. Brooke also kept her hazel gaze on his, brows tilted, lips parted and hips rolling upward to meet his determined thrusts. The deeper he went, the more tender her body became.

"Lincoln," Brooke whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. She was hesitant to say anything. The old fear of blame resurfacing but soon it would be too much to bare.

"Look at me, baby," He coaxed. Frowning at the strained tone of her voice and expression, Lincoln slowled his hips to a subtle rolling. "What is wrong? Does it hurt?"

Giving a subtle nod, Brooke hesitantly opened her eyes. "A little," She confessed softly.

"OK," Lincoln sighed, slowly retracting.

The unavoidable sting of tears flooded Brooke's eyes as he pulled away. He's leaving... She should haven't have said anything!

Lincoln pressed a kiss to her forehead as he lifted his body off of hers. "Roll onto your stomach, baby," He coaxed.

Brooke's frown deepened as she ran her hands over his chest. "You're not leaving?"

"God, no!" Lincoln huffed. Then he remembered her explaining that's what her ex sometimes did if she was in pain during sex. His eyes softened as he stroked her side. "There are many ways, positions, to have sex, Brooke." The smile he gave was meant to be encouraging. "Roll over and I'll show you. If it still hurts, we'll finish later."

"Ok," Brooke agreed in a whisper, choosing to trust this man who had not hurt her yet.

A wave of warmth flooded Lincoln as she chose to trust him and try a new position. Once Brooke was on her stomach, Lincoln coaxed her legs open again while peppering kisses across her shoulders, upper back then down her spine. Warm hands caressed down then up her sides, grazing the side of her breasts.

Brooke rolled her eyes closed, reveling in the tenderness of his actions. Lowering his hips over her rear, Lincoln tilted her hips up to find her entrance and slowly sunk back in. A soft gasp told him Brooke enjoyed this. She squirmed at the new position but didn't show any signs of discomfort.

Leaning back onto his knees, Lincoln admired the view as he found a steady rhythm. He ran a hand down her back, both hands gripping the soft globes before him. The hushed moans of pleasure resumed from Brooke as she writhed under him.

Still, Lincoln needed more contact with her. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back and sucked at her neck, thrusting harder into her. Hovering farther, Lincoln kissed her cheek until Brooke turned her head, melting their lips together.

That did it. Snaking his hands around her waist, Lincoln sat up and took Brooke with him. She sank onto his length deeper, her back to his front as his hips rocked upward.

"Better?" He growled huskily into her ear, kissing at the tender flesh beneath then nipping the lobe.

Brooke reached behind her to grip his hair and crash her lips to his again. "Yes," She moaned breathily against his lips, panting heavily for oxygen.

With a chuckle against her lips, Lincoln tightened his hold around Brooke's waist, sliding his hand down her front to find the pleasure button at her center. The pad of his middle finger made slow, firm circles sending jolts of fierce sensations through her body.

Her fingers curled tightly into his hair, panting for breath as their bodies rocked together. The warmth of his other hand groping her breast also held her tightly to his chest. With rumbled grunts fanning his hot breath by her neck, Lincoln slammed upward feeling his climax building.

"I won't last," Brooke whimpered, rolling her head to the side as the tightness in her belly grew almost too much to bear.

He hummed against her shoulder, nipping then kissing the flesh. "Let it go, baby," He coaxed, his finger rubbing faster.

A sharp gasp filled her lungs desperate for air as her release tore through her. Brooke's body convulsed against Lincoln's chest. His grip tightened to hold her steady. The feeling of her walls clenching around him send him crashing over the edge. His seed poured out in an intense climax as if his own essence wanted, needed to fill her.

Both spent, panting and sweaty, Brooke collapsed forward followed shortly after by Lincoln as they tumbled forward onto the sheets. A giddy grin spread across Brooke's lips mirrored perfectly on Lincoln's face. He drew her into his arms, smashing her breasts to his chest and captured her lips in a lazy, languid yet fiery kiss.

Lincoln leaned his forehead onto hers as they both strained to catch their breaths. If possible, he would freeze this moment to never let her go. With each time they joined, Lincoln fell faster and faster down this unexpected rabbit hole. Once sunlight broke over the horizon, bringing the pastels of dawn with it, this shroud of solitude would shatter.

In this pivotal moment, Lincoln decided he would do anything needed to keep Brooke in his life. The two of them together would never dress, never leave a bed unless the world was ending. He very easily pictured himself falling for this woman. Hadn't he already?

Exhaustion hit Brooke's muscles from head to toe, washing over like a tsunami. Hot, bitter tears scorched from behind her eyelids. Lincoln had officially ruined her for any other man. She didn't want any other man. The ache throbbing in her heart was from the anxiety of separating in the morning. Brooke had learned the hard lesson that men said what was needed to get what they wanted. Lincoln's life was in another city. Independent, successful and not chained down to a single mom.

That was the worst part. Not once over this weekend had the right moment occurred to tell him about Melody. What was she supposed to do, blurt it out randomly?

Oh, by the way, I have a kid and my ex-husband is her dad. That's why I can't cut ties with him completely.

It would have been so easy yet so wrong to have told him their first night during their argument. The news of her daughter should never be delivered in anger. Melody was a blessing and the light of Brooke's life, not a burden or badge of shame.

Instead of tormenting herself with all the questions consuming her mind, Brooke shoved them away temporarily, content with dealing with them later. For now, she chose to stay in this blissful moment, wrapped in the strong, warm arms of the man responsible for her enlightening and the man who stole her heart in the process, mended the broken pieces then settled in.

Brooke peppered kisses along Lincoln's collarbone, tilting her head to continue over his pecs as her hands roamed his abs, sides and wrapped around his back. She would bask in his attention until daybreak then allow reality to crush her like an insect. The reality that this was nothing more than Lincoln showing her what pleasure could come from this intimacy, that Dorian's abuse was the cause of her pain, not her failed body was overwhelming.

For that revelation, Brooke would always be grateful. To protect herself from heartbreak, she would never admit she had fallen fast and hard for Lincoln.

Letting out a content sigh, Lincoln smiled and closed his eyes. He basked in the tender kisses Brooke offered, loving she openly displayed affection like this. Kissing the top of her head, he then propped his chin there and held her tighter to him. As she rested her cheek on his chest, the wetness that contacted his skin did not go unnoticed. Brooke had been crying.

Lincoln tried to peer down and see if tears were still actively falling. What he saw was Brooke peacefully relaxed and asleep in his embrace. He kissed her forehead then sighed again, letting his eyes close, body relax and eventually succumb to sleep.

Sniffle-sniffle, their last night! :( 

Lincoln is determined to keep a relationship going, Brooke is convinced he still couldn't possibly want her. 

Overcoming an abusive past is not easy.

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