Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(86)

Someone cleared their throat and Reagan pulled back.

Lynx found himself looking down at Billy Watson. Two steps away, Tammy stood by his side. Neither was smiling, which he didn’t find surprising. Considering Tammy was four months pregnant and the pair had endured what might’ve been called a shotgun wedding at the hands of her father, Lynx didn’t imagine they had much to smile about. He had heard that Billy had attempted to pay Tammy off to get her to claim the baby wasn’t his, which had sent her into a fit of rage. Couldn’t blame her for that.

Needless to say, Tammy’s father hadn’t been happy about any of it, but they had come to the decision to keep the baby and to get married. The best part was, Billy and Tammy were living with Tammy’s parents in Austin. Looked as though date night had brought them back to town.

“Congrats,” Billy said, his tone defeated.

“Thanks,” Reagan quipped, leaning in closer to Lynx.

“I promise,” Tammy said, looking directly at Reagan, “he won’t be causin’ any trouble tonight.”

No, Lynx didn’t figure he would.

The pair moved into the building and Lynx turned to Reagan. “You ready to get this party underway?”

She nodded, then shot him a sexy smirk. “I’m lookin’ forward to midnight.”

“Midnight?” That was closing time. He cocked his head, trying to decipher her meaning.

“Keep thinkin’ on that one,” she said sweetly. “And get back to me when you figure it out.”

With that, the sexiest woman on the planet spun around and headed into the bar.

Damn. He hated to see her leave, but he fucking loved to watch her go.

Midnight

“You ’bout done in here?” Lynx asked, watching Reagan as she pushed in one of the chairs before flipping off the overhead light.

“Not quite,” she told him as she moved toward the bar. “I need help with somethin’.”

“What’s up?” he asked, following her around behind the bar.

She turned to face him, that sexy smirk from earlier back on her face. “Thought maybe we could christen this place tonight.”

The impact those words had was like a punch to the gut, stealing his breath. However, this wasn’t a bad feeling. Not by a long shot.

Gripping her waist, he hefted her up onto the bar, coming to stand between her legs.

“I like where your head’s at,” he told her, sliding his hand beneath her hair and pulling her in for a kiss.

The thunk of her boots hitting the ground had him chuckling as he pulled back. He noticed she was already unbuttoning her jeans.

“Hot damn, girl,” he rasped. “Lemme help with that.”

A few minutes later, he had her naked, her bare butt planted on the bar top, tits beckoning him. She took his Stetson from his head and propped it on her own.

The woman didn’t know how fucking hot she looked just like that. Hell, Lynx wasn’t sure he could look away long enough to do this moment justice.

“I’m not sure this is what Wolfe had in mind when he designed this bar,” Lynx said, his hands cupping her breasts as he lifted one to his mouth. He laved her nipple with his tongue, watching her face as he did.

“Not sure if the health inspector would be too happy about it, either,” Reagan said, her eyes bright as she watched him.

Lynx released her nipple. “What he don’t know won’t hurt him.”

“True.”

“Now, where was I?”

Reagan lifted her breast toward his mouth. “Right here.”

Damn, this woman knew how to drive him absolutely crazy.

Leaning in, Lynx grazed her nipple with his teeth, then sucked her into his mouth.

Her moan echoed in the empty room.

He fucking loved that.

When her fingers slid into his hair, holding him to her, Lynx gave her his full attention. His hand slipped between her thighs; his thumb trailed between her smooth, slick lips.

He released her breast from his mouth, then hooked her knees over his forearms. “You’re wet for me.”

“I am,” she agreed. “I always am.”

He met her eyes for a second before dipping his head down and sliding his tongue through her slit. Reagan leaned back, propping herself up with her hands, which practically offered her pussy to his eager mouth. He didn’t waste time.

“Lynx… Oh, God…”

Listening to her sexy moans, Lynx ate her like a starving man, working her close to the edge and then backing off until she was practically bucking against him.

“Quit teasin’ me,” she demanded.

Grinning to himself, Lynx went full throttle, lapping at her pussy, then sucking her clit until she was screaming his name.

She was breathing hard when he stood up.

“So, how ’bout we try that again?” he suggested.

“Try what?” she asked, her chest heaving.

Lynx helped her down from the bar and spun her around.

“Stand right there,” he told her. “On that step.”

Reagan did as he instructed.

“Now put your hands across the bar,” he insisted, helping her to curl her fingers around the outer edge. “And don’t move.”

“Okay, but what are we gonna try again?”