Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(79)

How, she wasn’t sure, but Reagan knew that to be true.

And she also knew it was true for herself.

This man…

He was it for her, too.





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Lynx fumbled for the water, shutting it off without leaving the warmth of Reagan’s body. He even picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom and back to the bed. They were both dripping wet, but he didn’t care about that.

The only thing that mattered to him was making love to this woman right here, right now.

“Reagan,” he whispered against her lips as he settled himself between her legs, her thighs cradling his hips as he pushed inside her, skin to skin.

Lynx was overcome by emotion, something he hadn’t felt before. It was as though his heart was too big for his chest, threatening to explode.

Burying his face in her neck, Lynx made love to her, as slowly, as perfectly as he could. His hips shifted forward, back, his cock tunneling in and out of her body. The way she cradled his head with one arm, her other hand sliding over his back, had those emotions rioting. He’d never felt as whole as he did right at that moment. Here. With her.

“You’re it for me,” he repeated, his words muffled by her skin.

“And you’re it for me,” she replied.

Lifting his head, Lynx met her gaze. “Forever, Reagan. That’s what this is. I won’t let you go. I can’t.”

Her smile was so sweet.

He locked his gaze with hers. “And you can be as ornery, as stubborn, as sassy as you wanna be and that won’t ever change a thing.”

Her eyes glistened with tears.

“From here on out…”

Reagan nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

The mere thought of getting Reagan pregnant was an aphrodisiac like no other. He loved this woman to the depths of his soul. He had always known that his life would never be complete without her. And he’d held out for the most part.

But now that he had her … no way would he ever let her go.

“Love me, Lynx,” she whispered, pulling his head down to hers.

He melded his lips to hers as he pumped his hips. His pace increased, his thrusts grew more shallow as he found himself wanting to be as close to her as he could be. Resting on one elbow, Lynx loved her, just like she’d asked. He loved her with everything that he was.

And when he finally brought them to the brink of ecstasy, spilling his seed inside her, he held on as tightly as he could, feeling the last part of himself go.

She owned him.

Heart, body, and soul.



“You won’t get away with this,” Kelly snarled.

He had no fucking clue where he was or what these assholes were planning to do to him. He vaguely remembered the car ride. He was pretty sure it had taken several hours, but he’d drifted in and out of consciousness.

He’d heard the name Adorite on more than one occasion, but he had yet to see anyone other than the black guy who’d been impersonating a cop and a taller man wearing a suit and a somber expression.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” he snapped, trying to get the attention of the asshole manning the door.

He had already tried to free himself from his bonds, but to no avail. They had him shackled to a chair in this concrete room. There were no windows, just a steel table and a single chair, which he was currently sitting in.

The sound of the lock disengaging had Kelly’s eyes darting to the door.

Finally.

Fuck.

The door opened slowly and a man walked in.

Not just any man, either.

Kelly recognized him. Every law enforcement officer in the state would recognize Maximillian Adorite. The guy was the notorious leader of the Southern Boy Mafia. He was ruthless, and his list of crimes was long, yet he’d never been charged with a damn thing. And the FBI had been trying for years to nail the Adorite family with something, anything. Oddly enough, the Adorite patriarch had been killed sometime back, and Max had quickly moved into the role of mob boss, taking over for his father.

If he played his cards right, Kelly figured he could probably get on this guy’s good side. At this point, he was willing to do just about anything. Hell, he had more money than he knew what to do with. The life insurance policies he’d had on his wives had padded his bank accounts nicely.

Kelly knew every man had his price, and he was more than willing to pay whatever he needed to in order to get out of this fucking dungeon.

“Mr. Jackson,” Max greeted, his tone flat, his brown eyes cold.

“Why am I here?” Kelly demanded.

A small smile tilted the corner of Max’s mouth. “I find it amusing that you’d even ask that.”

“I have no beef with you,” Kelly retorted. “So I’m sure we can get this misunderstanding cleared up and I can be on my way.”

“To where?” Max asked. “Embers Ridge?”

Kelly frowned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No?” Max watched him closely. “That wasn’t you who blew up that little bar?”

“Bar?” Kelly feigned ignorance. “What are you talking about? I’m the goddamn chief of police. In Houston. Why the hell would I—”

“Oh, cut the shit,” Max sneered, his eyes locking on Kelly’s face. “I’ve heard that girl’s story. And let me tell you, once was more than enough.”