Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(75)

And at that point, he would make her his in every possible way.



The rough rasp of Lynx’s voice had Reagan watching him closely. She was trying to read between the lines. She knew better than to push him, to ask for things she probably couldn’t handle. However, it was what she wanted. She’d been denying herself this for so long. Now that she had him, she never wanted to let him go.

It was the exact thought she’d had when she’d seen him talking to Tammy. She hadn’t been jealous that he was talking to his ex. No, that wasn’t the exact emotion she’d felt. It was more along the lines of possession. She wanted Lynx to be hers, the same way she was his. It was in that moment that Reagan realized she was going to go at this thing between them with all she had. No holding back.

“I want everything,” she told him, her hips dropping down, his cock pushing in deep once again.

He filled her so perfectly.

Lynx shook his head, lifting her off him, then pulling her hips forward and burying himself deep again. “When that happens, I’m gonna claim you in every fuckin’ way I can.”

She cocked one dark eyebrow, daring him. “And how do you plan to do that?”

Lynx slid one hand down over her ass, his finger sliding between her legs. He brushed his fingertip against her asshole.

Reagan sucked in air, the sensations slamming into her as he teased the hypersensitive flesh. She moaned, her eyes closing.

“You want me to fuck you here?” he asked, his voice rough. “To take your ass? To make you beg for more?”

Reagan’s breath rushed in and out of her lungs.

“You ever been fucked here?” he asked, the blunt tip of his finger pushing against her anus.

She shook her 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 she managed to nod. “Yes.”

Lynx growled, jerking her forward again, taking control although she was on top of him.

Another orgasm was building, this one stronger than the first. She rocked against him, allowing him to control the motion as much as she could.

“Lynx…” She was so close. “Oh, God.”

Crushing her mouth to his, Reagan let herself go. Her orgasm slammed into her in a rush of heat and light. And when he growled into her mouth, his hands tightening on her hips, his body going rigid against her, she knew he was coming, too. In fact, his climax triggered another, and she was coming again, her pussy clenching around him.

His hand cupped the back of her head as he kissed her, the intensity shifting from boil to simmer as his tongue slid against hers.

There was no doubt about it, this man might be looking to claim her body in ways he hadn’t yet, but Reagan knew he had claimed her heart.

In ways she’d never thought possible.



“Sir, I’m gonna need your license and registration,” the officer demanded as he loomed over the driver’s-side window.

The guy was big. Impossibly so. Kelly couldn’t tell for sure, but he had to be a good six and a half feet tall. Black as night and solid as a fucking brick wall. This guy clearly took his job seriously. No donuts for him.

“Do you even know who I am?” Kelly demanded when the officer continued to stare down at him.

The cop’s expression didn’t change. “No, sir. But if you’ll provide license and registration, I’m sure I can figure it out for myself.”

When Kelly had seen the red and blue lights in his rearview mirror about a mile back he’d been pissed. Of all nights to get pulled over… This was the last damn thing he needed.

As it was, he was only a few miles from his destination, and having his name go on record for being this close to Embers Ridge wasn’t going to work out for him. It meant that his plan for the night had been shot to hell.

Unless…

Kelly could always state that he was following a lead on the Southern Boy Mafia. He’d had a conversation with his FBI friend, who had informed him that the Adorites were being tracked to central Texas. Apparently they were looking to set up shop down there. Kelly thought it was bullshit, but then his buddy had informed him that they’d trailed one of the sisters to Embers Ridge, of all places. Of course, that had put Kelly on edge at the time. Seriously. What were the odds? But now that he thought about it, that could be the very excuse he needed to be here.

“Sir. License and registration,” the cop demanded, his white teeth flashing in his dark face.

Kelly glanced down at the name tag on the man’s shirt. SMITH.

“Look, Officer Smith,” Kelly said, trying to keep his tone firm. “I’m actually in a hurry here. I’m following a lead.”

The big man didn’t move. He continued to stare him down. “A lead?”

Kelly sighed. “My name is Kelly Jackson.”

The man’s dark eyebrow lifted. Evidently he didn’t recognize his name. Stupid fuck.

“I’m the Houston police chief,” he explained.

Still no recognition in the guy’s eyes.

If they weren’t on a deserted stretch of road in the middle of the damn night, Kelly might’ve been tempted to get out and make a scene, but as it was, there was a sense of foreboding that continued to dance up and down his spine the longer he sat there.

“Look, Officer, I don’t mean to make your job difficult. It’s just that this is a hot lead and I have to follow it.”