Chapter Fourteen
Linc
Linc kept his promise. After their bath, he’d taken Madden to bed, making her come with his hands, his mouth, and his dick before finally letting her go to sleep. Once he’d completed the ultimate trifecta, he’d unpacked her kitchen. You’d think he’d have been ready for bed, after all that work, plus it was one o’clock in the morning. But no. He felt restless, so he’d kept unpacking. It wasn’t until all the boxes in the living room were empty as well that he finally felt like he could rest.
Her room was pitch black. She’d found the time to hang heavy crimson curtains in her window, which were now blocking out all the light from the antique streetlamps. Linc quickly and quietly removed all his clothes and climbed in bed next to her. He’d had her over and over again, countless times in the last twenty-four hours. But the second his skin touched hers, he came alive and was ready for more. He slid his hand down her naked body, slipping his fingers inside her silky warm entrance. “Wake up, baby.”
He waited until she began to stir before laying kisses down her shoulder. “Linc?”
“I need you, baby. I know you’re sore and you’re tired. I’m sorry…Baby, I…” He what? He had no words. He couldn’t explain his need for her, his need to be inside her. Only that it was all encompassing and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was afraid of his whispered words, his constant desire and the reverence in his voice. He was afraid it would make her send him away, make her put up walls and shove him out. This was a fling. They both wanted the same thing. But Linc felt like he would die if she denied him right then.
“Linc.”
This time his name was a moan from her lips and all the fear and tension started to drain from his body. When Madden arched into his hand, wanting more, he rested his forehead against her chest. “That’s my girl.” He pushed his fingers farther inside her, pulling them toward him. Madden gripped his wrist, like she was making sure he didn’t stop. She rode his hand, her breathy little moans growing louder.
“Linc, please. More.”
She sounded like he felt—desperate, pained. Linc pulled his hand away and climbed between her legs. Getting inside her was the only thing on his mind. He entered her slowly, savoring the way her core griped his aching cock. “God, baby, I’ll never get enough of you.”
She arched into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “This feels so good. God, Linc, what are you doing? It feel so…” Suddenly she stopped, grabbing his hips to pull him out of her body. “Did you put on a condom?”
Linc froze. Had he? He looked down between them, confused. No, he hadn’t. That was so unlike him. He wrapped it up, always. Unprotected sex wasn’t for guys like him. Wasn’t for hook-ups like this. “Shit. I’m sorry, Madden. I wasn’t, uh, I don’t…I’m sorry.” He reached over, using his cell as a flashlight and opening her nightstand drawer. He grabbed one and quickly slid it in place, pinching the tip.
He could feel Madden peering up at him in the darkness. “What is it with you and condoms? You almost forgot one earlier when we were on the table.” She had a firm grip on his hips, keeping him positioned at her entrance, but not letting him in yet.
He could hear the warning in her voice. He didn’t have a real answer for her, so he went with what he did best. He gave her a wicked smile. “You fuck with my head. It’s like I can’t think clearly. I get this tunnel vision where all I want is to be inside your flawless body.”
She slowly wrapped her legs around his waist, the tenseness in her limbs easing up, and gave him the go-ahead, then cried out when he entered her. He didn’t give her time to adjust; he couldn’t still his movements. Luckily she was right there with him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He watched by the glow of his cell still lit on the nightstand. His eyes never left her face as she pulled her perfectly plump lip through her teeth. “I want you too. I’ve never fucking wanted someone the way I want you.” Linc could hear the trepidation in her voice. She may want him, but she sure as hell didn’t want to want him. And that scared him to death, because he felt the same way. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get his fill. That was something that’d never happened to him before he met Madden.
She rolled them, pushing him down to the mattress, and climbed on top, taking control. She sat all the way up, impaling herself on his cock. Linc reached back and slapped her ass, the sound echoing around the quiet room. “More, Madden, harder.” She threw her head back and arched her spine, grinding against him. It still wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough. “If you’re going to take control, baby, fucking take it. Give me more.” Madden leaned down and bit his chest, hard, before sitting up on her knees and then slamming her body back down. “That’s my girl. Just like that.” She did it again, and he tightened his hands on her thighs, fighting his release. “Keep going, baby.” Madden did what she was told, again and again.
“Oh god, Linc. Fuck.”
“Don’t stop, Madden.” Linc’s body took over again. He couldn’t control his actions, or his utterances. He reached up and fisted her long dark hair in his hands. “Look at me.”
She kept her eyes closed and shook her head, grinding against him, seeking her release. She was close. He could feel it. Her body was like a spring about to snap. In a practiced move Linc flipped them back over, stilling his body on top of hers. He pulled out almost all the way and then slammed into her tight channel. “You want to come?”
She nodded, biting her lip again, eyes shut tight. “God, yes. Please. Linc.”
He pulled out and drove back in. “Open your eyes.”
“No,” she ground out.
He left her body. He waited until her eyes flew open, flashing with fire, and then he pushed back in. Grinding against her once until he was buried to the hilt. He held her gaze. “Come for me, baby.”
She shook her head again.
She didn’t want this intimacy, and he couldn’t blame her. He didn’t want it either, but for some reason, he was still demanding it of her. He knew if she closed her eyes, he’d stop. He pulled all the way out, surging back in so hard that Madden’s body moved up the mattress. He ground against her, his pelvis massaging her clit. Her lips parted and a moan escaped. She was close. He could feel her tightening around him, her body preparing to milk his for all he had. “Let go, Madden.” His words came out rougher than he’d intended but the second they left his lips she shattered around him, gripping him so hard that he followed behind instantly.
His heart was racing, his body shaking. He’d never come as hard as he did with Madden. Her body was made for sex. He stared down at her, waiting for her to yell at him. To put him in his place. She stayed silent, but her eyes were full of questions and anger.
She waited until he got up to throw the condom away before she spoke out loud. “What the hell is going on with you?”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hands in his hair. Wasn’t that the million-dollar question? He decided to play dumb. It’s not like he had a smart answer anyway. “What are you talking about?”
Madden sat up, grabbing her shirt from the floor and pulling it over her head. “There will be no more looking into each other’s eyes while we come and absolutely no fucking without protection. If you can’t handle that, then it’s time for this to end. I’m not really a forever type of girl anyway.”
Linc straightened at her admonishment, whipping his head around while chills raced down his spine. “What did you just say?”
“I said no condom, no sex.” Madden took a rubber band from around her wrist and piled her hair back on top of her head. “Those are pretty common place ru—”
“No. The other thing.” Linc was standing now, pacing the room, looking for his clothes. He needed to get out of there.
Fast.
“Oh. Uh, I’m not really a forever type of girl?” She let out a sexy little chuckle. “That shouldn’t really come as a shock to you. I turned down a date and asked you to fuck me instead.”
Linc jumped into his jeans. “I gotta go.”
“What? Why? Because I don’t believe in happily ever afters? I thought you were more of a love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy.”
“I was. Uh, I mean, I am. And this is me, leaving.” Linc walked out the door, pulling his shirt over his head on the way out.
As soon as he cleared the porch he took off in a sprint toward his car. Madden’s words had shaken him to the core. Was that what was happening here? Was he trying to fucking bond with Madden? No. There was just no way. He didn’t want a mate. He never wanted to settle down. Why would he? He got more ass than any man could ever dream of. He got to play baseball all year round, and the cherry on top? He was rich. Like really, really rich. Well, his parents were, and they insisted on sharing.
Nah, Madden wasn’t his forever girl. She turned out to be the first girl to make him work for it. The first girl that wasn’t eating out of the palm of his hand. She was a challenge, and his dominant side, his shifter side, wanted to own her. Own her as in make her submit, nothing more.
He’d know if she was meant to be his. He’d be feeling pissed off and aggressive, uncontrollable. He’d have ripped the damn condom off his dick and claimed her without her permission. He had no desire to do anything like that, to force anything on her. There was no way she was his soul mate. He’d simply overreacted back at her house. He needed sleep. He needed a break from his…from the sexy nurse. That was all.
Linc blared his music and headed home, wiping all concerns from his mind in a way that only he could.