Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(62)

Lynx helped her to her feet, then led her 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.”

Reagan 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.”

She felt Lynx’s eyes on her.

Reagan 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 her mind because he smiled sheepishly. “He’s doin’ it for free. He owes me a favor.”

Once again, Reagan felt tears forming behind her eyes. She was still trying to wrap her head around all these people wanting to help her out.

“Thank you,” she said, forcing the words past her 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 they stood there as Darrell sauntered over to his truck.

When the parking lot was once again empty, Lynx turned to face her. “You still good with this?”

Reagan 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, she willed the emotions down. She wasn’t about to fall apart in front of this man. She’d save that for later, when she was alone.

“What now? You hungry?”

Reagan nodded. “I could eat.”

“Good.” He took her hand and steered her toward the truck. “You need your energy.”

“For?”

The crooked smirk he shot her was all the answer she got.

Then again, it was all the answer she needed.





26


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“We really should get outta this bed and get back to work,” Wolfe mumbled, although he didn’t move an inch.

Being sandwiched between Rhys and Amy was a place he was hesitant to ever leave. Mornings were especially hard when he woke up to them beside him, all warm and sexy… And these moments worked, too. The second Rhys had called him, telling him all the dirty things their girl was doing to him, Wolfe had lit out of the diner like the hounds of hell were on his ass. Screw work, these two were far more important at the moment.

Hence the reason they were naked in bed.

“Ready to run off already?” Rhys joked, his hand sliding down between Wolfe’s legs.

Wolfe grunted. The warm hand curling around his dick had his blood pumping faster.

“Keep that up and I’ll be ready for a replay of what we just did,” he said, turning his head and looking at the sexy naked man lying beside him.

Wolfe groaned when Rhys’s fist tightened around his cock. “Fuck…” He inhaled sharply. “Love when you touch me.”

And he did. He fucking loved every second of it.

Despite the fact that their relationship was relatively new, with each passing day, Wolfe knew right where he belonged. Here with them. Forever and always.

With all the shit going down, it would’ve been easy to get his priorities mixed up, but Rhys and Amy were keeping him grounded. And the same could be said in reverse. Life could so easily swallow you up, make you forget the little things such as moments like this. And Wolfe refused to allow that to happen to them.

Amy shifted beside him, her hand sliding down his stomach, lower, until she was cupping his balls while Rhys continued to stroke Wolfe’s now fully erect cock. He’d just come not ten minutes ago, but he was already raring to go again.

“What were you saying about work?” Amy asked, her tone sweet and teasing.

Wolfe grunted, his arm tightening around the beautiful woman beside him. “No fuckin’ clue,” he moaned.

Closing his eyes, he allowed the sensations to slam into him. His thigh muscles tightened, his abs contracting as his breaths sped up. Rhys’s lips pressed against his chest, and Wolfe tightened his grip on the man, holding him closer, never wanting to let him go.

When those warm lips started traveling lower, Wolfe hissed, turning his head toward him. “Get on up here and ride me,” he urged Rhys. “Let me feel that tight ass squeeze my dick.”

He felt the shiver that racked Rhys’s body.

Amy’s hand fell away, but she didn’t disappear. Nope, the woman was grabbing a condom, and Wolfe was reduced to little more than a puddle of sensation as the two of them continued to tease him. Amy rolled the condom down his rock-hard cock before returning to her spot beside him. Rhys got to his knees, then straddled Wolfe’s thighs while Amy took over the hand job, sliding lubricant over Wolfe’s cock.

“Fuck…” He could hardly breathe.

Although it took some effort, Wolfe assisted Rhys by holding his dick rigid as the man sank down on him.