Promised (The Promised Series)

trying to stop my laugh this time.
    She kneels down by the fish and I snap a couple shots. I hurry to get the fish back in the water. I set up her pole again and she casts it back out. This is how the rest of the day passes; One of us catches a fish, we take a picture, release it, and set the pole up again. In between, we lay on the throw blanket and talk about this and that, but never anything of importance. In the fun of the day, I manage to push down my worry to the point where it’s forgotten.
    As the day wears on, the light blue sky grows darker and darker. We ignore it, not wanting to leave our fun. But when the fat drops of rain start pouring down on us, we pack up. We make a run back up the hill to the cabin, laughing and slipping in the wet grass the whole way; we’re drenched by the time we get inside.
    My laugh catches in my throat when I take in how Wyn’s thin shirt is clinging to her. “Umm…I’ll start a fire to warm us up and then I’ll go see if I can find some clothes for us to change in to.”
    Her eyes are locked on my chest (my white shirt has to be see through), but at my words, she drags them to my face and nods.
    Upstairs, I find an old pair of my dad’s pajama pants for me and I change quickly so I can continue looking for something for Wyn to put on. I finally uncover some of my mom’s pajamas and make my way back down stairs. I’m not paying attention when I walk in the room, trying to make sure the wet clothes I’m carrying don’t touch the dry pajamas I found. When I make it into the great room, I look up holding the fresh clothes out. “I found these for…” My words die on my lips and I drop the pajamas and my wet clothes on the floor, no longer carrying if they touch. Because Wyn, my sweet innocent Wyn, is standing in front of the large stone fireplace in nothing but her black lace bra and matching panties.
    I swallow and start to say something. “Wyn…”
    She walks over to me, wraps her arms around my neck, presses her lips close to mine, and pleads. “Please, Linc. I want this.” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond because she closes the last of the distance between our lips and slips her tongue into my mouth. I pick her up in my arms and cradle her to my chest. I contemplate the floor in front of the fireplace, but even though it sounds romantic, I don’t want her first time to be on a floor. So I turn and carry her up the stairs to the master suite.
    I lay her out on the bed and cover her body with my own. My hands slide up her side, hers feather against my chest; our lips meet and we lose ourselves. Her bra and panties end up on the floor, followed not long after by the pajama bottoms I had on. Our hands are everywhere. Neither of us is getting enough, even though we’re on the verge of getting everything.
    I raise up on my hands, braced over her, looking directly into those green eyes I love. “Are you sure?”
    She reaches out, placing her palm to my cheek and whispers. “Yes.”
    I cover her mouth with mine and as gently as I can, I push into her. Connecting her to me in a way she’s never been with anyone before.
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    As much as I wanted to stay at the cabin all night, so I could hold Wyn in my arms, we had to leave. So after we dried our clothes, we packed up our supplies and did just that. On the way, she held my hand the whole time. But also like earlier, she didn’t say much and the smile she had on all day was gone.
    At the house, I walk her to her car. She doesn’t get in right away, but turns and leans against the driver’s door. Thanks to the street lights, I can see the tears shinning in her eyes. I know now what today has been.
    “Why?” I growl my question.
    “What kind of person would I be if I could turn my back on my family?” She asks, her voice trembling.
    “The kind that grows up and finally puts herself first.” I say, throwing my hands up in frustration.
    “I tried, Linc. I pushed Dani away and ignored her. And do you know what happened?” I should’ve known this was about Dani and the baby.
    “That wasn’t your fault, Wyn.” I reach out, wanting to reassure her, but she holds up her hands to hold me back. That hurts. She’s never not allowed me to touch her and after what we did tonight, I didn’t think she ever would.
    “No it wasn’t, but she could’ve lost her and I wouldn’t have been there for her. Dani would’ve had to face that loss without her best