Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lynx
I knew without a doubt that now that I'd had a taste of Reagan, I was completely hooked.
And watching as she rode me, I wanted to stay just like this for the rest of my days.
She looked like a fucking goddess atop me, the long, wet strands of her hair hanging over her shoulders, brushing my chest with the motion of her body.
Her soft pink nipples hardened into points, her golden skin gleaming.
“Come here, girl,” I whispered, pulling her mouth down to mine.
When she rested atop me, I gripped her hips, holding her still as I thrust deep inside. Our tongues met, sliding against one another as I took the reins and fucked her from underneath.
“Lynx…” Reagan pulled her mouth from mine.
I didn’t slow, punching my hips upward, driving into her while I watched as she threw her head back and cried out, her pussy squeezing me as her orgasm raced through her.
I didn’t stop thrusting, merely slowed as she rode out her climax.
And when she was finished, I rolled us both so that I was on top.
“One more, girl. I want you to come for me one more time.”
“Lynx…”
Before she could argue, I slammed home, retreated, then slammed in again. With every powerful thrust, she moaned, her nails digging into my arms as she held on to me.
“So hot … so wet… Come for me, Reagan. Come all over my cock, girl. Let me—”
“Lynx!”
Damn, I fucking loved when she said my name. And I'd been serious. My new mission was to have her screaming my name as loudly as possible.
Reagan’s pussy clutched me tightly, this time strong enough to drag my release from me. It stole my breath as I slammed into her one last time, my dick pulsing deep inside her body. I watched her face, loving how uninhibited she was, how fucking beautiful she was.
Although I was tired, my body wrung out, I'd be damned if I wasn’t ready to go again. Like a fucking teenage boy who’d gotten my first taste of pussy, I wanted to keep going, but I knew she was exhausted.
I eased from her body, then headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I returned, Reagan was in the same place, her eyes tracking me as I moved toward her, a sexy smirk on her lips.
So fucking beautiful, my heart squeezed.
Although we probably should’ve gotten up, gotten dressed, and headed back to the shop, I couldn’t resist crawling back in bed with her. The tension in my body eased completely when she curled up against me, her head on my chest, the way she’d done the other night when she had stayed.
“A nap sounds perfect right now,” she whispered.
I grunted softly. Being here with her was the perfect part. Awake, asleep, it didn’t really matter.
I brushed her hair away from her face and gently stroked her back while she breathed against me. She probably felt the steady thump of my heart against her cheek, but she didn’t say anything.
And right before I drifted off, I couldn’t help but think that this was exactly where Reagan belonged. Right where I belonged.
Together.
The sun was still shining when I stirred. I glanced over at the clock, doing my best not to move so that I didn’t wake Reagan.
Three hours.
We’d slept for three hours, but I felt as though I'd slept for three days.
The ringing of my cell phone sounded from somewhere, and I lifted my head, glancing around, trying to figure out where the damn thing was.
Bathroom.
Where I'd ditched my clothes earlier.
It stopped ringing but started up a few seconds later.
Shit.
I eased Reagan off me before swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
I was naked, my cock already perking up at the sight of the naked woman in my bed, but I ignored it.
Shutting the bathroom door, I took a piss, then washed my hands and splashed water on my face.
I then took a good long look at myself in the mirror.
I looked like the same guy, but I damn sure didn’t feel like the same guy.
Not after Reagan.
I scrubbed my hands down my face once more, then grabbed my jeans and fished my phone from my pocket before pulling them on.
The phone rang in my hand, so I hit the button. “What’s up, hoss?” I greeted Wolfe, keeping my voice low.
“Thought I’d check up on you.”
“You called multiple times so you could check up on me?” I chuckled.
“Oh, you know how it is. I look for opportunities wherever I can find ’em. Reagan with you?”
“Yeah.” I knew Wolfe already knew the answer to that or he wouldn’t be calling to give me a hard time. “So, what did you need?”
Wolfe chuckled. “Not a damn thing. Just wanted to give you shit. Later.”
Shaking my head, I grinned.
My cousin was a pain in my ass, that was for damn sure.
But for right now, I could forgive him.
Reagan
I woke in Lynx’s bed for the second time, but this time was vastly different than the first. For one, Copenhagen wasn’t the one greeting me. And two, it wasn’t the morning after my bar blew up.
Nope. This time I awoke to a warm, solid man lying by my side.
“Evenin’,” Lynx greeted in that dark, raspy baritone that made my skin tingle and my insides glow.
“What time is it?”
“Six thirty.”
I closed my eyes again and sighed. I shifted closer to Lynx, and I felt the unfamiliar twinge in my muscles. It brought back memories of what we’d done earlier. What I wanted us to do again.
“Anything happen while I was asleep?” I asked, my voice rough from sleep.
“Wolfe called to give me shit,” he said, amusement in his voice.
“Yeah?” Turning, I peered up at him.
“Yeah.”
“So, it’s safe to say he knows I’m here?”
“He does.”
“Which means my brother probably knows I’m here.”
Lynx frowned, which made me laugh.
“Are you scared of Rhys?”
A snort came from the sexy man beside me.
I chuckled, my body warming. “Oh, wait. Lynx Caine isn’t afraid of anyone.”
He shifted, the movement forcing me onto my back. “Oh, I’m scared of someone.”
“Yeah? Who?”
“You.”
His mouth lowered to mine in a sweet, gentle kiss. “Is that right?”
“Absolutely.”
“Why’s that?”
His eyes met mine and I could tell he was contemplating saying something, but I had no idea what. However, nothing came out, but a seductive smirk tilted his lips.
Damn, the man had perfect lips.
In fact, he had perfect everything. Lips, eyes, hair, body. And his tongue. I wouldn’t even get started about that wicked tongue that had done delicious things to me.
My hand slid down his stomach, over the ridges of his abs, then lower.
“What’re you doin’, girl?” he asked, grinning at me from above.
“Who me?” I teased as my hand closed around his cock.
He had a perfect cock, too. Long, thick, and oh so hard right now.
Lynx’s eyes closed momentarily and he groaned low in his throat. It was a sexy sound, one I could listen to every day of my life and never tire of.
When he rolled onto his back, I continued to stroke him, watching the movement as I did. Peering up at his face, I watched him as he watched the action, too.
“Love that,” he whispered. “So fuckin’ much.”
“Yeah?”
I didn’t stop stroking him, certainly not when he covered my hand with his and assisted my movement, tightening my grip around his steely length.
I pressed my lips to his chest, right over the tattoo inked over his heart.
It was a flower. A lily, in fact, which made sense.
His mother’s name was Lily. The script below read: Forever with me. Always in my heart.
As I continued to visually feast on his beauty, I noted the various other tattoos. There were so many, some of them hard to make out, but my eyes locked on one that was inked down his side.
My gaze darted up to Lynx’s face and I saw that he was watching me. I couldn’t seem to look away, my heart in my throat, even as I continued to stroke him slowly, leisurely.
“When?” I whispered, my heart in my throat, tears burning behind my eyes.
He gave one of his famous one-shoulder shrugs. “Years ago.”
My attention shifted back to the tattoo. The one of my name in beautiful script. And right then, my heart burst open in my chest, warmth unlike anything I'd ever known infusing me.
This man…
This beautiful, imperfectly perfect man had my name tattooed on his body.
I knew, right at that moment, that Lynx Caine was it for me. No matter what I tried to tell myself, this man was who I wanted. Who I'd wanted since I was a na?ve teenager.
Accepting that was the easy part.
The hard part was figuring out what that meant.
For me.
For him.
For us.