Page 68 of Between a Rock and a Hard Cowboy

It would all go away eventually, like a cold. Once the snake left and she’d solved the will situation, they’d go back to normal. Back to being casual acquaintances. Bickering when she disagreed with him, which would be often, like before.

Maybe they’d have a booty callifshe did something stupid like got drunk or succumbed to the urge to rewatch those super sexy scenes from season one of Bridgerton. Otherwise, they’d go back to their respective lives. Living alone again. Her at her apartment—after the snake evacuated and she fumigated. And Linc here.

But what if he didn’t remain alone? What if he got a girlfriend?

That thought was interrupted when Linc reached between them and made quick work of her jeans, unfastening them and pushing them down her legs.

She stepped out of them and he took that opportunity to hoist her up.

He carried her like that across the short distance to the bed and then tossed her onto the mattress.

“What are you doing?” She was much too big, not to mention old, to be carried or thrown around.

“Hush up, woman.” He only got away with saying that to her because he was pulling off her underwear at the same time.

He shoved her thighs wide and settled between them, gazing up at her with eyes full of mischief as if daring her to complain or argue. She didn’t give him the satisfaction as her body wept for him.

“Well, go on. Get to it then,” she said, showing more attitude than she felt as her stomach fluttered.

Linc actually laughed but didn’t delay. He did what she asked. What she hadn’t experienced in far too long.

The moment the heat of his tongue hit her core she lost her attitude and the strength to hold herself upright. Pressing her head back against his pillow, she slammed her eyes shut. The gasp she let out had him chuckling and she resisted the urge to swat the top of his head.

Instead she just felt—and searched for more.

Raising her hips she pressed against his mouth.

As if knowing what she sought, he increased the pressure against her, leaving gentle behind.

She wasn’t going to last long, and as if he could tell she was close, he lifted her hips. The angle made everything feel even better. More intense. Sliding one hand beneath her, he used the other to delve two fingers inside and she was lost.

Thank God he no longer lived in the mansion because everyone would have heard her, no matter how huge that house was.

She didn’t know how Poppy or Olivia did it. Stayed quiet enough that William didn’t hear them having sex with his sons.

That creepy thought didn’t even ruin the orgasm as she cried out loudly, her voice filling the lodge that was thankfully in the middle of nowhere.

Her spasms had barely slowed when Linc shoved his jeans down his legs and crawled over her. He plunged his thick hard length inside, as if he couldn’t wait even the amount of time it would have taken him to get completely undressed.

She felt him shudder as he sunk deep inside her. He was no slouch in the size department, but she was more than ready.

He held deep and still, not moving for long enough she said, “You okay?”

He shuddered again. “Trying not to come yet. Being inside you without a condom is killing me.”

She heard the strain of the effort in his voice and smiled. It would be fun to torture him a bit. She bore down, flexing her muscles.

“Jeezus, Eva. What are you doing?” He sounded breathless.

Feigning innocence, she said, “Me? Nothing.”

“Fuck.” He groaned as she squeezed him harder.

Her plan to torture him backfired—or maybe it worked out perfectly. Either way her body reacted to what she was doing and soon she felt another orgasm creeping up on her.

Now she was the one breathing heavy.

Linc’s control broke or he just realized it was a losing battle. He stroked into her, hard and fast until she felt him let loose inside her. Pulsing. Throbbing. And still hard when he finished.

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