Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Amy
“You scared me outta my fuckin’ mind,” Wolfe growled, thrusting his hand through his hair.
I watched him closely, hating that I'd put that fear in his eyes. It was true, I had slipped outside, wandered over to the side of the building, and sat on the stone wall that surrounded the air conditioning unit. It was a secluded spot where Donna would sneak out to smoke from time to time. I knew no one would see me from the parking lot, so I felt safe there, hidden. But I had only gone out there because I had needed a few minutes to myself. With so many people asking me if I was okay, I had felt like my brain was going to explode. It didn’t help that everyone seemed to be focused on me, the worry making me feel like an outcast.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. And I was. Truthfully, I hadn’t gone far and I definitely hadn’t intended to send everyone into a panic. “I didn’t realize y’all were lookin’ for me. And I couldn’t hear you because the air conditioner was so loud.”
“I know,” Wolfe said softly.
“I really am sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he rumbled. “I’m not blamin’ you.” He took a step closer, then another until he was close enough to touch me. “I’m just tellin’ you how I felt when I couldn’t find you.”
I watched as his eyes locked with mine.
“I can’t lose you, Amy,” he whispered roughly. “You and Rhys… Y’all are my everything. I want you to understand that.”
I did. How could I not? The man’s emotions were written on his face. Every time he touched me, kissed me … I could feel it.
“I never meant for this to happen,” I told him, holding his stare. “Never wanted it.”
Wolfe pulled me into his arms. “I know that, darlin’. God, I know. And if I could make it all go away, I would.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I held on. I felt safe with Wolfe and Rhys. But at the same time, it terrified me that I might lose them. With Kelly out there… I knew what he was capable of. I had lived it. And he had told me that I would not live without him. I knew what that meant.
And any second now, I expected him to make good on that promise.
The worst part … I was terrified something would happen to Wolfe or Rhys. At that point, my life would be over.
And I feared Kelly knew that.
Which meant the nightmare would continue until we found him.
Until we stopped him.
Lynx
I had so much on my mind, so many things I wanted to say to Reagan, but I couldn’t make my voice work. Instead, I settled on showing her.
Which was the very reason I carried her inside, never wanting to let go. Even now, as I stripped us both, my mouth sliding over her smooth, warm skin, I couldn’t seem to break away from her.
“Lynx,” she moaned softly when I sucked one nipple into my mouth, pulling her closer as I laid her back on the bed.
“I fuckin’ love when you say my name.” I would never tire of it, not if I lived to be two hundred.
When I tried to kiss down her body, Reagan’s fingers tugged roughly on my hair, pulling a ragged groan from my chest, the sensation making my dick throb.
“Inside me,” she insisted roughly. “Right. Now.”
I grinned, unable to refuse her anything.
Sitting back on my knees, I rolled the condom over my length, watching the sexy woman laid out before me. Her eyes were traveling over my body, leaving heat in their wake.
“Turn over,” I commanded, meeting her gaze.
The sexy grin she shot me had electrical sparks igniting beneath my skin.
Reagan Trevino on all fours before me was a sight to behold; there was no doubt about that.
However, I had something else in mind.
Wrapping one arm around her waist and one hand around my dick, I pulled her back so that she was kneeling before me, her back pressed to my chest. I brushed the sensitive head of my cock against her entrance.
“Lynx,” she hissed, her hips pushing back against me. “Don’t tease me.”
I chuckled softly. “Trust me, girl, I ain’t teasin’.”
I pulled her hips back, the head of my dick pushing inside her as I kept her body as close to mine as I could manage. I groaned as the hot sheath of her pussy engulfed me.
Before I could work myself into her slowly, Reagan eased down on me, my cock sliding in deeper.
“Fuck,” I groaned, wrapping both arms around her and holding her to me. “You feel so fuckin’ good. So goddamn good.” I rocked her forward, then pulled her down on me until I was lodged balls deep in her sweet pussy. “Now fuck me, Reagan,” I ordered.
She began rocking back against me, the friction of her pussy making my head spin.
I ran my lips over her neck, sucking and nipping while she took what she needed.
I wasn’t in a rush, so I kept her wrapped tightly in my arms, allowing very little movement.
It was enough, though. It was fucking perfect.
That didn’t last long as Reagan writhed, trying to take more of me, seemingly as desperate as I was. When Reagan began rocking faster, I thrust harder, deeper. While our bodies slapped together, I held on, sliding one hand down the smooth, taut skin of her belly, seeking her clit with my thumb.
“Oh, God … Lynx.”
“I’m gonna make you come,” I insisted. “Then I’m gonna fuck you some more.”
Reagan moaned, long and loud.
“That what you want? Me to fuck you all night? Buried in your sweet pussy?”
“God, yes,” she whispered roughly.
I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves while Reagan writhed against me.
“Oh, shit…” she cried out. “Lynx … I’m gonna…”
“Come for me, girl.”
Her body tensed and I pumped my hips, fucking her with shallow strokes while she rode out her first climax. When she relaxed slightly, I released the tight grip I had on her body and followed her down so that I was kneeling behind her, my cock still buried to the hilt inside her wet heat.
Gripping her hips, I began fucking her deeper, pulling out slowly, then pushing in again. Over and over, I kept a slow, leisurely pace, the friction of her body against my cock the greatest feeling on earth.
“More,” she begged. “Harder.”
I retreated, then drove in deeper, harder, leaning over her so that my chest was once again pressed against her back, my hips driving forward, back.
My pace increased with the urgency of her moans.
I sucked the sensitive skin of her neck into my mouth.
I didn’t give a shit if I marked her. Hell, I wanted that.
I wanted the fucking world to know that she belonged to me.
The longer I fucked her, the more tension eased from my body until I was nothing more than one sensation after another. Pure feeling.
“Stop,” Reagan insisted.
My hips stilled instantly, my head spinning. I wasn’t sure what was happening.
She tossed her hair back and grinned at me over her shoulder.
“I wanna be on top,” she said, that sexy smirk making my cock jerk inside her.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting up against the headboard while Reagan was straddling my hips, taking me inside her body once more.
“Now, kiss me,” she demanded, her lips coming over mine.
I did. I kissed her, holding her to me while she rode my cock.
She nipped my lower lip and I hissed, my cock jerking.
“Keep that up and I’m gonna come,” I informed her.
“That’s what I’m hopin’ for.”
“Yeah?” God, I loved this woman.
“Oh, yeah. I want you to lose control for me,” she whispered against my mouth.
“Trust me. You don’t want that.”
Reagan pulled back, her eyes meeting mine. “Yeah. I do.”
“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for, girl.”
And I knew she really didn’t. Because she was right. I had been holding back.
But one day, I would unleash on her.
And at that point, I would make her mine in every possible way.
Reagan
The rough rasp of Lynx’s voice had me watching him closely.
I was trying to read between the lines. I knew better than to push him, to ask for things I probably couldn’t handle.
However, it was what I wanted. I'd been denying myself this for so long.
Now that I had him, I never wanted to let him go.
It was the exact thought I'd had when I saw him talking to Tammy. I hadn’t been jealous that he was talking to his ex.
No, that wasn’t the emotion I'd felt. It was more along the lines of possession.
I wanted Lynx to be mine, the same way I was his.
It was in that moment that I realized I was going to go at this thing between us with all I had. No holding back.
“I want everything,” I told him, my hips dropping down, his cock pushing in deep once again.
He filled me so perfectly.
Lynx shook his head, lifting me off him, then pulling my hips forward and burying himself deep again. “When that happens, I’m gonna claim you in every fuckin’ way I can.”
I cocked one dark eyebrow, daring him. “And how do you plan to do that?”
He slid one hand down over my ass, his finger sliding between my legs. He brushed his fingertip against my asshole.
I sucked in air, the sensations slamming into my as he teased the hypersensitive flesh. I moaned, my eyes closing.
“You want me to fuck you here?” he asked, his voice rough. “To take your ass? To make you beg for more?”
My breath rushed in and out of my lungs.
“You ever been fucked here?” he asked, the blunt tip of his finger pushing against my anus.
I shook my head.
“You want me to fuck you here? To claim you the way no one ever has or ever will? No one besides me?”
Somehow I managed to nod. “Yes.”
Lynx growled, jerking me forward again, taking control, although I was on top of him.
Another orgasm was building, this one stronger than the first. I rocked against him, allowing him to control the motion as much as I could.
“Lynx…” I was so close. “Oh, God.”
Crushing my mouth to his, I let myself go.
My orgasm slammed into me in a rush of heat and light.
And when he growled into my mouth, his hands tightening on my hips, his body going rigid against mine, I knew he was coming, too.
In fact, his climax triggered another, and I was coming again, my pussy clenching around him.