Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(61)

Slipping his hand down the front of her shorts, he eased his fingers beneath the edge of her panties, working his way lower until he felt the warm, wet heat he was seeking. Lynx dipped one finger between her smooth lips, her slickness nearly making him moan.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned.

Reagan peered up at him, a hunger unlike anything he’d ever seen reflecting in her dark eyes.

“You’re so damn pretty,” he mumbled, leaning down to meld his lips to hers.

While his tongue glided against hers, he slid one finger into the hot depths of her pussy, fucking her gently. His cock was hard as iron, desperate to have her sweet pussy sheathing him once more, but this wasn’t only about him. And focusing on her was his main priority. Hopefully in the near future, he’d be able to do that. But he wasn’t sure now was that time.

Fueled by his overwhelming need for this woman, Lynx broke the kiss. “Need to be inside you. Right fucking now.” The words were rough, gravelly, and ringing with the truth, but he couldn’t help himself. Lynx needed this woman. He fucking ached for her.

Reagan never ceased to amaze him. And she took him by surprise once again. First when she toed off her boots, then pushed her shorts down while he focused on releasing his cock from the denim torture chamber. He did manage to wrangle a condom from his wallet and roll it on before he hefted her up against the door and guided himself into the sweet haven of her body.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he growled.

“Just fuck me,” she countered, her words as raspy as his.

Reagan clutched his head, then crushed her mouth to his at the same time he thrust deep inside her. They both groaned, the pleasure intense, damn near overwhelming.

Holding her to him, Lynx stumbled over to the counter and set her butt upon it before driving into her again. Holding her was no hardship, but he couldn’t seem to control himself 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 he was going to turn her around so he could fuck her from behind, gripping that perfect little ass in his hands while he did.

Kissing wasn’t an option because he was slamming into her, holding her head with one hand, keeping her cheek pressed to his while he thrust into her over and over.

“Yessss,” she hissed, her fingernails digging into his biceps as she held on to him. “Feels good, Lynx. So good.”

“Lift your knees,” he ordered.

Reagan shifted, her knees coming up against his ribs, changing the angle just slightly… Her pussy clamped down on him.

“Fuck, girl. You’re gonna make me come.”

Ignoring his impending orgasm wasn’t easy, but Lynx focused on sending her over the edge. It was the absolute least he could do considering he was acting like a fucking caveman. He slammed his hips forward, pulled back, slammed home again. Their 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 his dick, the muscles rippling over his cock as she came. Her nails dug deeper into his arms, and the extra bite of pain sent him spiraling, his release hitting him like a Mack truck, stealing his breath.

He pulled her hips closer, keeping his cock lodged deep inside her as they both fought for breath.

If he could stay right here forever, buried inside her, holding her against him…

Oh, yeah. He definitely would.

Best fucking place ever.



It was safe to say, Reagan was putty in this man’s hands.

She hadn’t even batted an eyelash when he’d led her upstairs. Hadn’t hesitated even a second when he guided her into the breakroom. Nor had she paused when he’d kissed the daylights out of her.

Truth be told, she couldn’t get enough of him. Even now, as he drove them over to the lot where the new bar was going to go up, Reagan was already plotting her next move. Maybe this time she could take him back to her place and…

“Where’d you go, girl?” he asked.

Reagan realized they’d reached their destination and Lynx had shut off the engine. She 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.”

She couldn’t help it, Reagan groaned. The man’s mouth was wickedly dirty and she liked it.

However, she wasn’t above playing a little hard to get. She 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.”

Her stomach fluttered, her pussy clenching.

“Come on,” he insisted, opening his door, then helping her across the seat of his dad’s cherry-red ’65 Chevy.

She knew Lynx loved that truck. In fact, half the town admired it, and they had for as long as Cooter had owned it. However, she also knew that she needed to give his truck back to him. Unfortunately, the phone call earlier had been to inform her that her truck wasn’t salvageable. On a positive note, her insurance said that due to the fact it was damaged during the bar explosion, it would be considered in the settlement. What that meant, she wasn’t exactly sure, but she was hoping she’d know more in a day or two.