Page 69 of Between a Rock and a Hard Cowboy

Bracing her hips, angling her perfectly, he bottomed out inside her and held deep. Then he made the most perfect, most tantalizing motion. Just the smallest circling of his hips that bumped her clit with every rotation until she was once again a keening, panting mess as the climax broke over her.

She heard him expel a moan on a breath as she came around him, followed by a blasphemous obscenity or two.

He didn’t give up until the final pulse. Then he collapsed over her.

He was a quick learner, observing what she wanted, what she needed during their past times together, then giving it to her perfectly now. And God, his body and his stamina. She felt him inside her, spent but still partially hard and getting harder. She had no doubt if she wanted to go for orgasm number three, he’d be ready, willing and able to accommodate her.

His age bothered her at times like these, but maybe she was crazy. Because he was growing again inside her. And it felt strange and amazing feeling him lengthen, thicken and fill her once more.

Shit. Okay, maybe it was time for her to get over the years that separated them because there was definitely something to be said for his youth in this particular situation.

ChapterThirty-Six

Things were back on track. Not completely, but mostly. For Linc, at least.

Yeah, Emmett was still in town, but Eva was staying at the cabin—and in his bed.

For that reason alone, Linc was starting to think he might not mind if Emmett never left her apartment. Although his brother might not agree. Poppy was still sleeping at the hotel and keeping poor Ethan on ice.

Then there was that other situation. That damn will. But it was hard to remember all the problems caused by Emmett being back when Eva was beneath him.

He was becoming addicted to Eva’s orgasms. They were like a drug. He couldn’t get enough. Especially when he was inside her at the time.

They’d had sex so many times since she’d moved in two days ago, she finally had to admit to him that she was getting sore.

He couldn’t deny that knowledge had made him swell up like a damned proud peacock.

Knowing she was hurting had put a bit of a damper on his sexual plans to repeat the fun of the past two days. But he was a problem solver.

They’d simply had to get a little more creative with their fun before he’d left for chores this afternoon. He didn’t mind having to mix things up. Not at all. And tonight, he had plans to push things even further in that department and see where they went.

Damn.He shoved that image away before he got hard in the middle of Rosie’s.

Now was not the time or the place for fantasies about having amazing sex with Eva. Now was the time for Christmas thoughts. Sweet, innocent, wholesome, family oriented merry joyful thoughts because he, Ethan and Wyatt were in town getting supplies for tonight’s festivities.

Christmas cookie night was technically Wyatt’s duty, but since his brother’s partner was bedridden, they’d volunteered to help him out. So they were picking up a batch of undecorated cookies and icing and God only knew what else from Rosie.

Instead of attempting baking, Wyatt was taking the easy way out and no one could blame him. This year’s Christmas challenge had more than a couple of obstacles thrown in to make it even more challenging than usual.

Besides, it was being together in the kitchen with the holiday tunes streaming while licking icing off their fingers as they decorated that made the evening. Not who baked the cookies. Linc had a feeling they’d all be grateful it was Rosie’s expertise that provided the cookies and not Wyatt’s crappy skills.

As they waited at the counter for Rosie to bag up the supplies, Ethan stared at Linc. “What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?” Linc frowned.

“You’re dancing around like you’ve got ants in your pants.”

A few moments ago Linc would have worried about what might have been going on in his pants because of thoughts of Eva, but visions of cookies had taken over his mind since and the situation down there was copasetic—except that his pants wouldn’t stay up. He realized he’d been tugging them up repeatedly every time he felt them slip down.

He scowled. “My damn pants keep falling off. I couldn’t find my good belt and I didn’t want to wear my barn belt with these pants for the cookie party.”

Ethan let out a snort. “You sound like Poppy with all her fashion rules. You’re so worried about what you look like that now you’re going to be uncomfortable all night.”

“I didn’t think it would bethisuncomfortable.” He gave his good jeans another tug and sighed. “I don’t know where the hell it went. I mean, how could I lose it?”

“Lose what?” Rosie asked as she came around and handed the bag to Ethan, whose hands weren’t currently occupied with holding his pants up since he had a belt.

“My belt,” Linc answered.

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