Protecting What's Mine(108)

“As long as they stay away from you, I’ll stay away from them,” he promised. “Now, how about you tell me about Dunnigan offering you the job permanently.”

Her mouth opened in an O. “Oh. That.”

“Yeah. That.”





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They fell asleep as evening fell outside the curtained windows. Emotionally spent, they wrapped themselves around each other, a tangle of limbs and towels and comfort. He woke to dusk, to the smell of chamomile drifting up from her still-damp hair. To the honeyed heat of her body pressed against his.

His dick, achingly hard, was nestled against the soft curves of her ass. It throbbed with the primal need to claim her, protect her, love her.

She stirred against him, a sleepy sigh escaping her unpainted lips.

He loved her like this. Loved her every way she came.

“We’re going to have to talk about what comes next, Dreamy,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Because I’m never letting you go.”

When she didn’t answer, he kissed the nape of her neck, then worked his way down her spine. He paused to pay special attention to every bruise, every scrape. And every time he brushed his lips over a wound, he promised them both: never again.

She gave a thready gasp when he got to her hips and sank his teeth into one graceful curve.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mackenzie. You’re so fucking mine.”

“I love you, Linc. So much,” she whispered against the pillow.

He’d never get tired of hearing those words from that mouth.

“Dreamy, there’s no other choice. You’re it for me.”

“Thank you for still wanting me.”

It pulverized his heart for the little girl whose own mother hadn’t wanted her, whose sister hated her. But she was here with him now, and he’d spend the rest of his life erasing any doubt those monsters had given her.

He needed a ring. A plan.

She rolled over on her stomach, the smooth hills of her ass greeting him. His cock twitched with the need to conquer.

Testing her, he leaned in and brushed his lips over the curves of one spectacular cheek. Then sank his teeth into it.

She let out a breathy little gasp that had his dick going even harder.

“I love every fucking inch of you, Mackenzie,” he whispered, moving his lips over her flesh, reveling in the goosebumps that cropped up on her skin. He bit again, lower this time, where the thigh met cheek.

She shivered. “I love how you touch me.”

“How do I touch you?”

“Like you love me.”

On that soft confession, Linc parted her ass cheeks. His tongue darted out to stroke forbidden fruit. Her head came up off the pillow on a gasp, but the rest of her body remained statue still.

“Is this okay?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes. Everything you do to me is magic.”

He wanted her, every damn inch of her.

His cock throbbed an incessant SOS even as he took his time, tongue playing, mouth moving. She writhed under him. Begging for more.

With his heart in his throat, blood pounding through his veins, Linc slid his way back up her body, covering her back with his chest. His hard-on found its home at the apex of her thighs. He could feel the wet, the heat, the need.

When she rocked her ass against him, his vision began to tunnel.

“Hang on tight, Dreamy,” he said, closing her fingers around the spindles of the headboard.

He lined himself up with her opening and, in one swift thrust, buried himself inside her.

He swore. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick, baby.”

She groaned then cried out when he moved. It was exquisite torture, the friction, the slide.

Cupping her chin in his hand from behind, he whispered dark, dirty praise as he fucked in and out of her.

“You’re such a good girl, Mackenzie. I love feeling you get tight on my cock like you’re trying to milk the come out of me.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, Linc,” she moaned.

“I can feel how wet it gets you. How wet you get for me.”

He gave a harder thrust, pinning her hips to the mattress and holding deep. She bucked against him, and he had to take a breath. Had to fight off the need to ram himself into her over and over again until his come ran out of her and soaked into the mattress.

“Don’t hold back on me now,” she hissed.

A man only had so much control. He yanked her up onto her hands and knees. “I’ll always give you whatever you ask for,” he promised darkly. His hips snapped forward, and he buried his throbbing dick inside her. He couldn’t catch his breath. Sweat dotted his skin as he continued to thrust into her. She dropped down onto her elbows, rocking back against him.

Those sweet ass cheeks tantalized him. He brought two fingers to his mouth and licked them.

“Hold still,” he ordered, feeling her vibrate on the tip of his cock when he pulled out. “Don’t move.”

With his wet fingers, he probed her cleft until he found that tight little rosette of muscle. “Hold tight, baby.”

In one motion, he sank his fingers into her ass at the same time that his cock entered her.

The noise that escaped her was fucking beautiful.

He fucked her with his cock and fingers. Rocking into her and taking them both right up to the edge. Again and again, he drove into her until they were both panting and trembling. Pulling back and holding still at the last second.