On the Shore (Cottonwood Cove, #3)(62)

I leaned down and tore the lace fabric right off her body, and her eyes widened. I tossed her now-decimated thong on the floor and ran my fingers along her pussy.

“So fucking wet and ready,” I whisper-growled against her ear, and her breaths were labored.

I teased her with my tip before pushing in, slowly at first.

Her eyes closed, lips parted.

I shoved the straps of her tank top and bra down her shoulders, exposing her beautiful tits, as I pulled out and thrust back in. I squeezed her breasts, teasing her nipples as we found our rhythm.

Faster.

Harder.

She met me thrust for thrust. Every single fucking time.

Her body was made for mine.

She was made for me.

“Lincoln,” she whispered and placed her hand over her mouth to remain quiet. Our breaths were out of control, and my cock swelled inside her, as we were both overcome with desire.

My need for this woman was feral.

Completely out of my control at this point.

My hand moved around her hips, finding her clit and knowing just what she needed.

“Come for me, baby,” I demanded.

Her body shook and convulsed as she went right over the edge. She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming.

I pumped into her one more time.

And that was all it took.

I followed her into oblivion.

I came so hard I couldn’t see straight.

And I only wanted more.





twenty-three





Brinkley





“I love your mom,” I said, no hesitation in my voice. Those weren’t words I tossed around lightly, but Abi Hendrix was an amazing woman.

“She loves you, too,” Lincoln said as we settled onto the couch on the back deck, looking out at the water.

“She’s so open. She told me all about her cancer journey when we stayed up chatting last night.”

“Is that when you made me drive you home after? My mom is more than aware that we’re sleeping together.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know. But she was here for a weekend. I don’t need to be getting busy with her son while she’s in the house.”

“Getting busy? Is that what we’re doing?” A loud laugh escaped.

The sun had just tucked behind the horizon and the sky was a mix of oranges and yellows and pinks. It looked like a watercolor painting. We loved to sit out here every night and watch the sun go down.

I’d never spent this much time with a man before. We were together all day, every day. My work and personal life had completely meshed together. I’m sure I’d broken a million professional rules, but for whatever reason, I didn’t care.

I couldn’t pull back now if I wanted to.

And I didn’t want to.

“I think we’re doing more than that,” I said. “I noticed you shut the conversation down quickly when your mom asked about the future.”

He turned to face me, studying me for the longest time before he spoke. “I didn’t think it was a conversation that my mother should be part of. Are you ready to have it?”

I raised a brow. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

“All right. Well, where do you see this going?”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Are you putting this on me?”

“No. I just wanted to give you a chance to go first.”

“Who’s the rude gentleman now?”

He chuckled. “I’m not afraid to tell you how I feel, Brinkley.”

“I’m listening.”

“I don’t only love your smart mouth and your hot-as-shit body,” he said as he moved closer.

“You are off to a really good start, Captain.”

“I’m not joking.” He placed his fingers beneath my chin and forced me to meet his gaze. “I fucking love you. I’m all in.”

I sucked in a breath. I could feel my eyes watering, and I blinked several times.

“What does that mean?” I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Exactly what I said. I love you.”

I nodded as his thumb swiped across the moisture moving down my face.

“I love you so much it freaks me out,” I said, my voice trembling as the words left my mouth. “But I don’t know how this works after we leave this bubble, and that terrifies me.”

“Life is scary, baby. But I’ve got you. You don’t need to be afraid.”

“It’s different for you,” I said as he pulled me onto his lap.

“How so?”

“You’re in love with a regular person. I’m in love with Lincoln Hendrix, the GOAT of the NFL. There’s going to be women throwing themselves at you, and I don’t even know where I’ll be living. I have a few options on the table, but I’m leaning toward going with Sports Today, which would mean I would live in San Francisco.”

“You’re thinking too much, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out. Other women won’t be throwing themselves at me because I won’t be looking. There’s only one woman I see. One woman that I want.”

“Maybe that’s because I’m the only one here in Cottonwood Cove. This bubble is going to pop, and the real world is going to be waiting for you.”