On the Shore (Cottonwood Cove, #3)(43)

I figured you’d like that. <winky face emoji>





Hugh



The restaurant is closed. You’ve got a key, and you know the alarm code. Go help yourself. Just lock up and set the alarm when you leave. Love you, Brinks.





“Okay, let’s go to Reynolds’. Park in the back.”

“It’s open?” he asked as he drove the short distance to downtown and pulled in behind the restaurant.

“No. But I’ve got a key, and Hugh said to help ourselves. Get ready for the best pie you’ve ever had. They have this amazing baker who runs the bakery next door and provides them with the best desserts.” Lincoln opened my door, and we made our way inside. I flipped on the lights as we entered through the kitchen.

“Wow. These are some serious sibling perks.” He took the pie from me, and I reached for the ice cream and the whipped cream.

I cut us each a slice of pie and popped them into the microwave to get them warmed up just a little bit. I added a scoop of ice cream and sprayed a bunch of whipped cream on top. I tipped my head back and sprayed it into my mouth because I couldn’t help myself.

Old habits die hard, I guess.

When I put the cap on the whipped cream and looked up, Lincoln’s green eyes were watching me so closely that it made it difficult to breathe.

Well, that and the fact that I had an abnormal amount of sugary cream in my mouth.

I quickly swallowed as he watched me intently.

He moved closer, and his thumb came down on my upper lip.

“You have a little left here,” he said, holding his thumb out to me as he offered a small amount of whipped cream.

I didn’t know if aliens had taken over my body, but on instinct, my mouth opened. His thumb slipped inside, and I swirled my tongue around it and sucked. Desire flooded, and my gaze never left his.

He pulled his thumb out, and his mouth crashed into mine. My lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside. The kiss was needy and desperate, the way we both clung to one another. He lifted me off the floor and settled my ass on the metal counter in the kitchen. He stood between my thighs, and I could feel his erection through his jeans as it pressed against my center. My fingers were tangled in his hair, and his large hands were on each side of my face, as if he couldn’t get close enough. I was so turned on that I couldn’t see straight. I bucked against him, needing that friction. Needing to feel him against me.

He kissed me harder.

Faster.

He lifted me from the counter, and my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the wall beside the refrigerator. He pressed my back against the cool wall, and his hands gripped my ass as he slid me up and down his hard cock as I ground up against his gigantic denim-covered bulge. His mouth invaded mine as he licked and nipped and kissed me like he’d die if he stopped. I’d never felt more wanted.

My hands tugged at his hair as I bucked against him, and my entire body started tingling.

Had I ever wanted anyone more?

“Lincoln,” I groaned into his mouth as this growing need took over, and my head fell back.

“Let go, sweetheart,” he whispered, as he kissed down my neck and continued rocking me faster against him.

I was dry-humping my client in the middle of my brother’s kitchen.

And I didn’t even care because nothing had ever felt so good.

Stars exploded behind my eyes as my entire body started to shake, and I went right over the edge.

Once my breathing calmed and I was able to open my eyes, I found him watching me.

The look in his gaze was not what I expected.

He didn’t look scared that we’d just crossed a line.

He didn’t look bothered that I’d finished and he hadn’t.

There was no sign of panic.

He looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Pass me the whipped cream, please.

Because I only wanted more.





sixteen





Lincoln





I’d been with my fair share of women before.

I’d had a few failed relationships, a few flings, and plenty of casual nights with women that didn’t go beyond that.

But this.

Brinkley Reynolds filling her mouth with whipped cream and then rubbing herself against my dick.

Nothing had ever been sexier.

I was done for.

If I never saw a woman come undone again, I would still die a happy man.

Seeing her fall apart from just my mouth on hers. Her body rubbing against mine.

I hadn’t even seen her naked or been inside her yet.

Hadn’t touched her or tasted her the way I was desperate to.

It didn’t matter.

Her gaze searched mine, and I carried her back to the counter and set her down. My fingers stroked her face as I pushed the dark hair behind her ears.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Umm… I’ve never been better. I’m guessing you’ve got a little situation going on, though,” she purred.

Had there ever been a sexier woman?

I reached for her hand and rested it over my throbbing cock, straining against my jeans.

“Nothing little about the situation going on here, sweetheart,” I said, my voice gruff.