Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lynx
“Come here, girl,” I said, taking Reagan’s hand and leading her toward the stairs. I continued to watch her, wondering if she was going to back out at the last second. I could tell she was thinking about it.
Shit, the woman was already blowing my damn mind. Taking my hat … putting it on her head. It was a signal that she wanted me. That she wanted me to do some wicked, dirty things to her.
And fuck, I wanted that so badly I could taste it.
Only, I was going to wait until she made the next move.
She surprised me—as she was good at doing—when she took the lead, moving in front of me as we ascended the stairs.
I followed as my cock went stiff in my jeans.
I'd told her yesterday that I intended to get my hands on her every single day. I hadn’t been blowing smoke, either.
That was my plan. Any day she’d allow me, I intended to be all over her.
And maybe, in fifty years or so, I'd be able to cut back to every couple of days.
Then again, I doubted it.
Especially if the woman continued to wear those damn short shorts with boots. It was Reagan’s signature style, and it had been her thing long before it’d become a fashion statement for the rest of the country.
“Right here,” I told her, opening the door to the break room.
Once inside, I closed and locked it. I didn’t know if Wolfe was coming back, but I damn sure didn’t want any interruptions.
Before she got too far into the room, I tugged her back toward me, then pressed her up against the door.
My mouth found hers in seconds, our bodies colliding.
I loved the way her arms went around my neck, the way one of her legs wrapped around mine.
It was as though she couldn’t seem to get close enough. I knew how she felt.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I whispered against her lips before diving in for more of her taste.
I pulled back when Reagan’s hands slipped beneath my T-shirt.
Our eyes met and held as she slowly pushed it up.
I finally gave in, gripping the cotton behind my head and tugging it off and tossing it onto the counter.
To make things easier, I grabbed my hat from her head and tossed it alongside my shirt.
“I missed you, too,” she said sweetly, her lips pressing against my chest, moving slowly across my pecs.
“My bed was damn lonely last night.”
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “I know the feelin’.”
“Maybe that means you should spend more time there.” Like every fucking night.
Damn, but she made me feel things I'd never felt before. Just the way she touched me was something new every time. Admittedly, I'd been with plenty of women, but I'd never met a single one who did things to me the way Reagan did. She was meant for me and I'd always known it.
“I like that idea,” she whispered, her lips grazing my jaw.
While she trailed wet kisses lower, moving down my neck, then across my chest, I worked loose the button on her shorts, slipping it from its mooring, then working the zipper down. Her tongue moved to my nipple, her teeth sending shards of electricity firing down to my cock.
Slipping my hand down the front of her shorts, I eased my fingers beneath the edge of her panties, working my way lower until I felt the warm, wet heat I was seeking. I dipped one finger between her smooth lips, her slickness nearly making me moan.
“So fuckin’ wet for me,” I groaned.
Reagan peered up at me, a hunger unlike anything I'd ever seen reflecting in her dark eyes.
“You’re so damn pretty,” I mumbled, leaning down to meld my lips to hers.
While my tongue glided against hers, I slid one finger into the hot depths of her pussy, fucking her gently.
My cock was hard as iron, desperate to have her sweet pussy sheathing me once more, but this wasn’t only about me.
And focusing on her was my main priority.
Hopefully in the near future, I'd be able to do that. But I wasn’t sure now was that time.
Fueled by my overwhelming need for this woman, I broke the kiss. “Need to be inside you. Right fuckin’ now.” The words were rough, gravelly, and ringing with the truth, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed this woman. I fucking ached for her.
Reagan never ceased to amaze me. And she took me by surprise once again.
First, when she toed off her boots, then pushed her shorts down while I focused on releasing my cock from the denim torture chamber.
I did manage to wrangle a condom from my wallet and roll it on before I hefted her up against the door and guided myself into the sweet haven of her body.
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” I growled.
“Just fuck me,” she countered, her words as raspy as mine.
Reagan clutched my head, then crushed her mouth to mine at the same time I thrust deep inside her. We both groaned, the pleasure intense, damn near overwhelming.
Holding her to me, I stumbled over to the counter and set her butt upon it before driving into her again. Holding her was no hardship, but I couldn’t seem to control myself right now, which meant this was a hell of a lot easier.
Not to mention, the counter put her at the perfect height. One of these days I was going to turn her around so I could fuck her from behind, gripping that perfect little ass in my hands while I did.
Kissing wasn’t an option because I was slamming into her, holding her head with one hand, keeping her cheek pressed to me while I thrust into her over and over.
“Yessss,” she hissed, her fingernails digging into my biceps as she held on to me. “Feels good, Lynx. So good.”
“Lift your knees,” I ordered.
Reagan shifted, her knees coming up against my ribs, changing the angle just slightly… Her pussy clamped down on me.
“Fuck, girl. You’re gonna make me come.”
Ignoring my impending orgasm wasn’t easy, but I focused on sending her over the edge.
It was the absolute least I could do considering I was acting like a fucking caveman.
I slammed my hips forward, pulled back, slammed home again.
Our bodies slapped together and the erotic sound only made it that much harder to hold on.
“Lynx … oh … shit… Oh, yes!”
Reagan’s pussy squeezed my dick, the muscles rippling over my cock as she came. Her nails dug deeper into my arms, and the extra bite of pain sent me spiraling, my release hitting me like a Mack truck, stealing my breath.
I pulled her hips closer, keeping my cock lodged deep inside her as we both fought for breath.
If I could stay right here forever, buried inside her, holding her against me…
Oh, yeah. I definitely would.
Best fucking place ever.
Reagan
It was safe to say, I was putty in this man’s hands.
I hadn’t even batted an eyelash when he led me upstairs. Hadn’t hesitated even a second when he guided me into the breakroom. Nor had I paused when he’d kissed the daylights out of me.
Truth be told, I couldn’t get enough of him. Even now, as he drove us over to the lot where the new bar was going to go up, I was already plotting my next move. Maybe this time I could take him back to my place and…
“Where’d you go, girl?” he asked.
I realized we’d reached our destination and Lynx had shut off the engine. I glanced over at him to see he was grinning, a knowing smirk tilting his mouth.
“If I had to guess, based on that sexy gleam in your eye,” Lynx rasped, “I’d say you’re thinkin’ about gettin’ me naked and inside you again.”
I couldn’t help it, I groaned. The man’s mouth was wickedly dirty, and I liked it.
However, I wasn’t above playing a little hard to get. I grinned. “Maybe.”
His eyes flashed with heat. “Then we should get this outta the way right quick. ’Cause I’ve got a long list of things I intend to do to that sweet body of yours.”
My stomach fluttered, my pussy clenching.
“Come on,” he insisted, opening his door, then helping me across the seat of his dad’s cherry-red ’65 Chevy.
I knew Lynx loved that truck. In fact, half the town admired it, and they had for as long as Cooter had owned it.
However, I also knew that I needed to give his truck back to him.
Unfortunately, the phone call earlier had been to inform me that my truck wasn’t salvageable.
On a positive note, my insurance said that, due to the fact that it was damaged during the bar explosion, it would be considered in the settlement.
What that meant, I wasn’t exactly sure, but I was hoping I'd know more in a day or two.
Lynx helped me to my feet, then led me over to what appeared to be a staked-off section situated just a little farther back than the original bar had been.
“Afternoon,” Darrell Jameson greeted. “Wanted to talk about placement real quick.”
I nodded, smiling.
“We were thinkin’ that we could situate the place back here to give more space for the parkin’ lot in front. It takes away some of the space behind, but it’ll still have room for the dumpster.”
I felt Lynx’s eyes on me.
I nodded. “I like that idea.”
“Good deal. Now I’m takin’ Lynx’s design over to get it drawn up by an architect friend of mine.”
Geez. That sounded expensive.
Darrell must’ve read my mind because he smiled sheepishly. “He’s doin’ it for free. He owes me a favor.”
Once again, I felt tears forming behind my eyes. I was still trying to wrap my head around all these people wanting to help me out.
“Thank you,” I said, forcing the words past my dry throat. “I really appreciate it.”
“Anything, kiddo,” he stated. “That’s what friends are for.” Darrell glanced over at Lynx. “That really is all I needed. I’ll be in touch and if all goes well, the rest of the plumbin’ will go in by the end of the week.”
Lynx shook the man’s hand and we stood there as Darrell sauntered over to his truck.
When the parking lot was once again empty, Lynx turned to face me. “You still good with this?”
I met his eyes. “I am. It’s a little overwhelming… I just don’t know how to react, how to thank everyone.”
“No thanks needed. Like I said, your bar was home to a lotta people.”
Taking a deep breath, I willed the emotions down. I wasn’t about to fall apart in front of this man. I'd save that for later, when I was alone.
“What now? You hungry?”
I nodded. “I could eat.”
“Good.” He took my hand and steered me toward the truck. “You need your energy.”
“For?”
The crooked smirk he shot me was all the answer I got.
Then again, it was all the answer I needed.