I CRAWL INTO THE BED layered with down comforters and crisp white sheets. Fresh from the shower and wearing one of Lincoln’s Arrows t-shirts, I don’t smell quite as much like dirt as I did when we got back to the house. Nestling deep in the mountain of fabric, I wait for Lincoln.

I hear his laughter trickle from the stairs, a voice with his that I think is Ford’s. Some inside joke was shared between him and Lincoln when we came up the path and saw Ford standing there. I’m not sure what it was about, but the way they teased each other made me wish I had that rapport with them.

The door squeaks open and Lincoln walks inside. A pair of dark grey shorts is the only thing covering his delectable body. His hair, still damp from the shower, shines in the light radiating from the desk lamp across the room.

“I had needles stuck everywhere,” he laughs, setting a glass of ice water on the table beside the bed. “I’m not sure why we thought that was a good idea.”

He flips the lamp off and slips out of his shorts and climbs into bed next to me. I cuddle up beside him.

“I don’t think we were thinking much,” I giggle. “Well, not about the ramifications.”

“Speak for yourself.” His hand trails down my spine until it lies flat in the small of my back. “I was securing our contract.”

“Well, Mr. Landry, I like the way you deal.”

My cheek bounces with his chuckle. “And I like the way you sign on the dotted line,” he says.

A knock raps against the door. I yelp, burying myself under the blankets as Lincoln chuckles.

“I’m not dressed appropriately,” I hiss, looking at him for help.

“You’re covered,” he doesn’t quite whisper back. “Come in.”

A head full of blonde hair peeks around the corner and flips on the light.

“Hey, brother!”

“Hey, Camilla.” Lincoln sits up against the headboard. “It’s about time you got here.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been here earlier. I just got tied up.”

“Doing what?”

I don’t know this girl at all, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what’s going on. She’s nervous, careful, and obviously in love. I grin at her, despite my state of undress. Her eyes register my expression and her return smile, while cautious, is warm.

“I apologize,” she says to me. “I’m Camilla. And you are?”

“Swink, this is Danielle,” Lincoln says, “Dani, this is Camilla.”

We exchange greetings and she appears a little relieved that Lincoln forgot his line of questioning. When his mouth opens and I see that tug between his eyes, I talk first.

“Is your mom baking already?” I ask.

Camilla’s shoulders slump in relief. “Yes, she is,” she says hurriedly. “Sienna and Ford are helping her. I think she put a butterscotch pie and a pumpkin pie in the oven and a coffee cake for breakfast.”

“Wow. I love coffee cake,” I say.

Catching on to what I’m doing, Camilla giggles. “Me too. I’m going to grab a shower and get some sleep. I’ll talk to you guys in the morning.”

The door closes before we can say much more. “She seems nice,” I say, yawning.

“She needs to work on her game.”

“What?” I laugh.

“She’s a terrible liar. I have no idea how my family is so confused as to what’s going on with her.”

“What’s your guess?”

“Swink has a boyfriend Daddy won’t approve of.”

“You think?” Of course, he’s right. That’s exactly what’s going on. I’m sure of it. But how does Lincoln know this?

Lincoln laughs, maneuvering himself in one swift move so that I’m straddling him. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Yeah,” I giggle. “I think so.”

“Graham is getting to the bottom of it. Of course, she can do whatever she wants . . . as long as it’s safe.”

“Such a big brother thing to say,” I laugh.

He just shrugs. “You know what else is obvious?”

“What’s that?” I say, feeling him harden beneath me. Bunching up my shirt, I move so that my opening sits against his shaft.

His pupils dilate as he holds my breasts again. “I don’t remember.”

“Ah, come on, Landry. Focus,” I joke.

“Oh, I’m focused all right.”

Swiveling my hips in a circular motion, I let him feel just how wet he’s made me. “You haven’t even touched me yet, but do you feel that?” I ask, a little moan escaping my lips as the velvety length slips across my clit.

He pushes against my belly, rocking me back. His fingers slide against my flesh. The pressure is just enough to elicit a want, no, a need, for more. Rocking my hips against his hand, angling for some relief from the intensity pulsing through my body, he denies me. I begin to object, to outright beg, when his stare takes my breath away.

“I’m going to stretch your pussy wide open and watch you try not to scream my name,” he says, a hint of a smile on my lips. “How does that sound?”

“Please.” Every ounce of desire I feel is tinted in the word. The hunger in his gaze intensifies. Like gasoline on an already blazing inferno, the look he gives me nearly sends me over the edge.

Lincoln reaches for the glass he carried in here and reaches his long, able fingers inside. A piece of ice glistens between his thumb and forefinger.

Once the chill hits the side of my thigh, I gasp. It’s cold and wet against my skin, a stark contrast to the temperature everywhere else.

“Landry,” I half-warn, half-moan. He glides the cube slowly against my skin in lazy circles, and then trails it towards the apex of my thighs. “I can’t. You’re killing me.”

He just smiles. The cube is melting fast, the water trickling down my leg and against his side. He doesn’t seem bothered. His eyes never leave mine.

My eyes flutter closed, the sensations of my burning core and the cool kiss of the frozen water are nearly overwhelming. My vagina tilts against his cock, gliding up and down the length.

“Ah!” I breathe in as another, colder, cube lies against the inside corner of my leg. This time, he drags it down, torturously slow, until it’s almost at my knee. Then he pops it in his mouth.

“Tastes good,” he grins mischievously. “But not as good as it can.” “What are you doing?” I groan, losing my composure. “Damn it,

Land–”

My words are cut off by a giggle as he flips me to my back. My knees are over his shoulders, his hands parting my thighs. His mouth is against my opening before I can even compute what’s happening.

He blows out a breath. It’s fire-hot, his own desire nearly melting my skin. Just as I adapt, a chill follows behind from the ice cube still in his mouth. The mixture between the two, hot and cold, against my sex, fires me in overdrive.

“God,” I moan as his tongue touches me. He rolls my clit around with the pad of his tongue and I feel both the heat and coolness as different parts come into contact. It’s electrifying and all I can do is let my head fall deep into the pillows and thrust my hips forward.

He licks down my slit gently, then more roughly as he retraces his line. His thumbs push into my thighs as he holds me wide open just for him.

“This tastes so much better,” he nearly growls, the words reverberating against my opening. My eyes open, my mind still foggy from the onslaught of sensations, but one thing is crystal clear: he’s. So. Fucking. Hot.

He watches me from between my legs, his tongue darting out and swiping against his lips. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

I want to give him some witty comment, tease him back, but seeing him with his face inches from my body renders me speechless. He must realize this because he winks.

One finger, then two, slip inside me. He moves them in and out, never taking his eyes off me. “What do you want, Dani?”

“I want you to fuck me.” “Do you? Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I say, but then he drops his head and his lips cover my clit again. He sucks the swollen bud into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. His fingers never stop their assault, working me into a heightened frenzy.

“You sure?” he mumbles against me, flicking my clit hard again before taking it back into his mouth.

“Yes,” I moan. “I mean no. God, no. Keep doing that. Oh, God . . .” My hips move with his pace, trying desperately to increase the urgency. Up, up, up I go until I can only see a haze of colors when—he stops.

He sits up on his knees, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Come here,” he instructs. His cock is in his hand as he strokes it from base to tip. “Sit on me.”

I’ve never scrambled across a bed faster in my life. I sit on his lap facing him. Rising up so he can slide inside me, I wrap my legs around his back. He slips in with one long, hefty push. The burn rips through me, filling me in every way.

“Shit,” he breathes in, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “It just feels better every damn time.” His hand cups the roundness of my ass, guiding me up and down as I get used to his length. “You feel so good stretched around my cock.”

“You feel so good inside me,” I say, watching him react to me.

Enjoy me.

His hands bury against my backside, his mouth fallen slack. Those beautiful green eyes are squeezed shut as a moan, the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, pierces the air.

Cognizant of the fact we aren’t alone in the house, I swallow the sound with a kiss. The vibrations tingle in my mouth, dance through my body. My hair is wound in his fist and he kisses me like his life depends on it. Like a desperate man looking for a drink and I’m the oasis.

He pumps in and out of me, his body telling me just how badly he wants me. As if that’s not enough, he makes it clear.

“I want you, Dani. I want you in every fucking way,” he whispers against my ear. His hands roam my body, finally ending on my breasts. He palms them, rolling my nipples between two fingers and that’s it. That’s the button, the trigger that sets off a wildfire.

“Landry . . .” My head falls back, my ankles unlocking. My shoulders sag and I can feel the ends of my damp hair touch the top of my ass.

“Come on my cock.”

His pace quickens, our bodies working together and I couldn’t care any less if anyone hears.

“Landry,” I moan, the volume increasing as the syllables stretch out. He strokes harder, his mouth finding mine and making it impossible for me to scream out. My hands are on his muscled shoulders as I bounce up and down on him. “Ah!” I say, but it’s a muffled moan. My body tilted so that he runs across my clit as he fills me, the fuse is lit.

His hands squeeze my breasts before digging into my ass. The burn of the flesh. The bite of his mouth against my neck. The swell of his cock inside me as he finds his own release.

It’s all too much. It’s all not enough.

I slam myself onto him, grinding my body against his pubic bone. His head falls back, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. The bomb explodes.

My body trembles, my legs shake, as I find my orgasm. My head falls to his shoulder and I clamp down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming as I am overtaken. His lips are by my ear and I can hear him whispering through gritted teeth, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I can only focus on riding through this bliss.

Our breathing is ragged, our bodies coated with a sheen of sweat. We sit facing each other, my head on his shoulder, his fingers drawing a series of designs on my back.

The house is quiet, the moon low and bright out the window. Sitting wrapped around Lincoln in this farmhouse, everything seems absolutely perfect in my world for the first time ever.