Protecting What's Mine(109)

It wasn’t enough. He needed so much more from her.

“Baby, I need to see you.” He gritted out the words in a voice more gravel than human.

“Make me come, Linc,” she begged. “Please!”

“Not until I can see your eyes.” As carefully as he could manage, he pushed her down as he withdrew. “Roll over. That’s right, baby. Open your legs wide for me.”

He settled between her legs as their gazes locked.

“You want to come, baby?”

She nodded, and he could feel the throbbing of her need around the tip of his dick.

He held steady with one inch connecting them. “Look at me, Mackenzie.”

Her green eyes flew open.

“You belong to me. I belong to you. This is it. Understand?” He gave a teasing half thrust, giving her another inch. It drove him crazy not to be fully seated inside her. Not to feel her muscles closing around every fucking vein and ridge of his erection.

“I’m yours, Hotshot. For better or worse, I am all yours.”

It was good enough. Until he had a ring on her finger, until she said vows, this was good enough. He flexed his hips, burying himself to the balls in her. She cried out, and he held her closer, tighter. Her nails dug into his shoulders. The pain was a beautiful thing as he pummeled into her.

He could feel her muscles fluttering, knew she was close. His seed burned up from his balls, seeming to climb up his spine. Leaning in, he dipped his head to stroke the flat of his tongue over her nipple. It hardened, peaking and straining toward him.

In and out. Over and over again until there was no rhyme or reason. There was no rhythm or finesse. It was a primal, biological need to feel and see her come. He needed to give her this.

And when she moaned, when those green eyes fluttered open, he knew he was a goner. He could feel his balls pulling up against him, feel the delicious burn of his ejaculation rocket up his shaft.

“Mackenzie,” he gritted out.

She was quickening around him, which was a fucking miracle considering he was coming and coming and coming inside her. And she was closing around him, gripping him.

Her hungry squeezes milked his dick, drained his balls, as he emptied himself into her. Giving her everything that he had, all that he was.

“Linc,” she whispered, arms banding around him as she rode out her world-destroying aftershocks on his still-hard cock. “Linc.”





53





The next morning, Mack’s phone rang on the nightstand. Linc had spent the last thirty minutes watching her sleep in his arms. It was almost eight in the morning, and she was still sleeping. Not wanting to disturb her, he reached over her.

Andrea.





It said something that the woman was in her daughter’s phone as Andrea, not Mom.

Easing out of the bed, he took the phone with him down the stairs.

Sunshine followed him

“Hello,” he answered sharply.

“Oh, I’m calling for my daughter Kenzie.”

“If you mean Mackenzie, she has nothing to say to you,” Linc said coldly. He opened the back door and let Sunshine scamper out into the frost-bitten grass.

“Don’t be silly. I’m her mother. We had a little misunderstanding. That’s all. If you put her on the phone, I can straighten it all out.”

“Your misunderstanding amounts to assault, Andrea.”

“It’s Auhn-DREA-uh,” she corrected.

“It doesn’t matter what your name is because your relationship with Mackenzie is officially over.”

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t understand. Kenzie and I had a little tiff, and I just need a quick word with her. The rent is due—”

“That’s your responsibility. Not hers,” he said.

“I’m her mother. We’re family.”

The emphasis on the words rang emptily in his ear.

“That’s a title you earn, lady, and you haven’t earned it. You’ve done nothing for Mackenzie her entire life. She’s no longer obligated to save you.”

“Who in the hell do you think you are?” Andrea dropped the sugary sweet Southern accent.

“I’m the man who’s going to convince Mackenzie to marry me someday.”

“She didn’t say anything about you while she was here.”

“You mean while your other daughter assaulted her on the street? Why would she? Why would she share anything important with you?”

“We’re family.” Andrea was back to wheedling.

He thought of his own parents, of his sisters, of his nieces and nephews. That was family.

“You don’t know the meaning of the word. You and your other daughter are no longer welcome anywhere near Mackenzie. No more money. No more guilt trips. She’s mine, and I protect what’s mine.”

“You don’t understand. I need to talk to her! The police were here looking for Wendy, and I accidentally forgot to pay the light bill—”

“Don’t call her. Don’t email her. Don’t even think about showing your face here. Ever. As far as you’re concerned, Mackenzie is an orphan. You never deserved her.”

“Oh, and you do?” she snapped back.

“No, but I’m sure as hell going to try.”