Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(56)

Yet he watched, loving the way she laved him with her tongue, the gentle squeeze of her hand around the base of his shaft. She moved her hand in tandem with her mouth, stroking, sucking, driving him absolutely crazy. His cock should’ve been in desperate need of rest after their marathon sex from earlier, but no. It seemed that that part of him was as eager to have this woman’s attention as the rest of him was.

Reagan moaned and electricity sparked through every one of Lynx’s nerve endings, the vibration causing his dick to twitch.

For several minutes, he watched her, loving the way she teased, not quite sending him over the edge, although he was definitely grasping it by his fingernails. He was close. So fucking close.

Then she did something wicked with her tongue, her fingers lightly grazing his balls.

“Ah, girl,” he groaned. “You’re gonna make me come.”

She moaned, and more vibrations shot through his shaft, his balls tightening against his body.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth, Reagan,” he warned.

Another moan.

He inched closer to his inevitable climax.

“Fuck…” he hissed, his legs tensing when she applied the perfect amount of suction to make his eyes cross. “Reagan…” Reaching for her, Lynx twined his fingers in her hair, pumping his hips gently, not wanting to take control but desperately chasing his release now.

When her hand tightened, her tongue swiping over the head before she sucked him as deep as she could, his control snapped.

He roared as his release barreled down on him, stealing his breath as he came, spurting into her mouth. Lynx didn’t close his eyes, wanting to watch as she swallowed him down. It was so hot he couldn’t seem to stop the damn thing from twitching.

While he attempted to recover, Reagan crawled up his body, her tits grazing his stomach, his chest, until her mouth was hovering above his. Didn’t matter that he could hardly breathe, Lynx grabbed her, crushing his lips to hers, darting his tongue into her mouth roughly.

She chuckled and pulled back before he could deepen the kiss.

“I think we should probably get out of this bed for a bit.”

His stomach rumbled as though that was the best suggestion he’d ever heard.

Reagan laughed. “And maybe we should eat somethin’ while we’re at it.”

“I know what I wanna eat,” he told her, grinning.

“Down, boy.”

Sage advice, sure. But Lynx was finding it nearly impossible to do with Reagan around.

Not that he couldn’t get used to walking around with a perpetual hard-on.

He could. Especially if she was going to do those wicked things with her tongue again.

But for now, he could rein it in, give her a breather.

For a little while anyway.

Half an hour later, Lynx dished up fried bologna sandwiches and chips. He’d been shocked when Reagan suggested them, considering that was one of his favorite meals. He wasn’t a complicated man by any means. He wasn’t a gourmet chef, either, but he knew his way around a kitchen. Hell, he was twenty-eight years old. If he didn’t know how to cook at this point, he’d be pretty well doomed.

They were eating at the small table in his kitchen when his phone rang.

After glancing at the screen, he peered over at Reagan, then answered.

“What’s up?”

“We got the entire lot cleared,” Ed told him. “The dumpsters were hauled away, so we’re ready for whatever comes next. Wanna meet up tomorrow mornin’?”

Lynx kept his eyes on Reagan. “Yeah. How ’bout you come over to the shop around nine. I’ll have Reagan there with me. She can tell us what comes next.”

“Sounds like a plan. See ya then.”

Reagan was eyeing him suspiciously when Lynx set his phone on the table.

“Why will I be at the shop tomorrow?” she asked, gripping her iced tea glass.

Lynx held up one finger, signaling her to hold on. He got up from his chair, then headed out to his truck. He grabbed the spiral sketchbook he’d been using, then went back in.

“Now, don’t think I’m tryin’ to take over,” he began. “I was just messin’ around and came up with this. Obviously, you can do whatever you—”

Reagan held up a hand, smiling. “Just show it to me, Lynx.”

He flipped open the notebook and pushed it toward her.

Once again, his breath was lodged somewhere in his chest as he watched Reagan study the rough sketch. Her eyes popped up to meet his, then dropped back to the notebook.

“You drew this?”

He nodded.

“Wow. This is…”

When she looked up at him again, Lynx noticed tears in her eyes, and he instantly wanted to kick himself. Tears weren’t his thing. He didn’t handle them well at all. And to see Reagan cry … that was his worst fucking fear.

“This is…” She exhaled roughly. “Amazing.”

“Really?” That wasn’t what he’d expected her to say.

“Yeah.” A smile formed, then grew bigger. “This is my bar,” she said in a soft whisper.

“Of course it is,” he assured her.

“No.” Her eyes met his. “What I mean is this is me. This is my style. It’s… Holy shit, Lynx. This is incredible.”