Off the Record (Off #3)(40)

“What are you thinking?” Linc murmurs in my ear. He’s picked up the soap and has started rubbing it over my breasts. I wiggle my backside against him and I can feel him getting hard.

“I’m actually just thinking that you’ve helped me overcome a little of my sexual insecurity I had been feeling since Marc cheated on me.” I know honesty is usually the best policy, but I’m surprised I let that little admission slip out.

Linc takes the soap and rubs it over my stomach and I sigh. “You have nothing to be insecure about. You are without a doubt the sexiest woman I have ever been with.”

I run my hands up and down his thighs as they cradle me. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Caldwell.”

His hand holding the soap slides down further and he rubs it between my legs, immediately igniting all of my nerves into a frenzy. “I’m not flattering you,” he growls in my ear. He drops the soap so his fingers can begin to work me and he whispers into my ear with each movement.

“I’m telling you the truth.”

One finger goes in. “All I can seem to think about is the next time I can crawl inside of you.”

He adds another finger and my legs fall even further open. “I think about coming deep inside of you.”

His thumb moves over that one spot that he has seemingly mastered in little to no time. “I think about the way your body clenches around me when you come.”

He pushes down with his thumb and my heels dig into the end of the tub, looking for traction so I can push back against him.

He grazes his teeth against my neck and moves his fingers and his thumb in tandem. “In fact...I want to see you come now.”

And that’s all it takes and I’m exploding...shattering...melting.

When my body finishes rocking against his hand, he removes it. He bites down gently on my shoulder, then kisses it. “That’s what I wanted. I knew you’d give it to me. See...you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

If Linc had not been holding on to me, I would have slipped helplessly under the water. I was utterly replete but vaguely dissatisfied that I came by his hand and not by the insanely delicious erection that was pressing into my backside.

But Linc is not one to leave things unfinished...this I’ve come to understand. He stands up suddenly, cradling me in his arms. Stepping out of the tub, he says, “Let’s go back to bed. We have some other things we need to do.”





Wyoming takes my breath away. Linc takes my breath away. I’m surprised I haven’t suffocated to death between the two.

We’ve been in the car all day driving. We headed north from the cabin and traveled through the Teton National Forest, before heading into Yellowstone. We came in through the south entrance and headed west so I could get my first look at Old Faithful. When it erupted, shooting a plume of water over a hundred feet into the air, I know I should have been humbled by the spectacle. Instead, all I could think about was how good Linc’s arms felt wrapped around me as we both watched the geyser.

I will have to admit, I was finally able to put my lustful thoughts of Linc aside when we traveled through the Hayden Valley. We pulled over on the side of the road and watched a herd of probably two hundred buffalo graze on the open plains. The beasts were enormous and they are quite dangerous, but we maintained a respectful distance. I did have a slight panic attack when we had to stop our car in the road while two buffalo crossed in front of us. They were as large as our car and if they wanted to ram us, we would have been in a world of hurt. As it turned out, nothing happened other than I snapped off some amazing photographs as they walked within two feet of the front of the car.

We are now lying on a blanket in the soft grass near a picnic area. We had stopped in Jackson before heading out this morning and picked up some deli sandwiches and drinks. Our hunger satisfied, we are both content to lie beside each other and watch the fluffy clouds roll across the azure sky.

“How did you know you wanted to be a reporter,” Linc asks.

“A fortuitous stint on my high school’s newspaper. I found that I loved digging for facts and telling stories. It just seemed natural to me.”

Linc picks up a lock of my hair and twirls it between his fingers. I flip on my side and rest my head on my hand so I can look at him. “How about you? How did hockey become your calling?”

“Kind of the same thing. It just felt natural. Dad worked a lot of hours at the shipyard so Nix and I could play hockey. It’s not an inexpensive sport. Luckily I excelled at it.”

“Nix played hockey?”

Linc grins. “Yeah, but he’s wasn’t very good.”

I laugh. “Nope. I guess everyone has their own thing they are good at, right?”

Linc is solemn when he says, “Yeah...Nix was a great soldier. He’s a hero.”

“Emily told me he fought in Afghanistan and was injured, but I didn’t push for any details. It seemed sort of private.”

Linc is quiet then he rolls toward me and wraps his arms around my waist. “It’s not a secret or anything. Nix got pretty banged up saving some of his fellow Marines. He was awarded the Navy Cross for his actions.”

“You’re kidding? That’s an amazing honor.”

“I know. There is no finer man than my brother in all the world. I wish I had half the courage and bravery he does.”