“Yup.”
Lincoln’s jaw clenched tight, and suddenly, one of his hands raised. My breath caught a he reached for me, and for one second, I thought for sure that he was going to justgrabme and yank me against him right there in the kitchen. But his hand froze. His eyes blazed pure fire at me as his hand moved right past my hip to press into a fist against the fridge behind me. His whole body tensed, muscles clenching and rippling, like he was barely containing himself.
“Go swim, Kenzie,” he growled, his voice tight. “Now.”
He spun, pulling away from me and striding from the room. And I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until it came out in a whoosh the second he was gone.
Holy shit.
And just like that, I knew I wasn’t confused anymore. I knew I wasn’t “not sure what I was doing” anymore, either. After that moment, I had a new goal: I was going tobreakthat iron resistance of his.
I guess I didn’tfullyknow what I was doing. But all I did know was that cracking Lincoln was a challenge.
Game on.
7
Wilder
My whole bodytwitched— restless, on edge, andhungry— through the whole fucking meeting. I was sharp, and short with the lawyers, even my own, as I finished signing over some of the auxiliary account and existing contracts to the new owners of Hammer and Spark.
You’d have thought I’d be sad to be selling the company Lincoln and I had bled for, but we were both glad to be out. Were both glad to be out of the job of soldiering, and all that came with it. And besides that, the guys taking over were good men — also Marines, and also with the training and discipline to make good leadership moves. Our employees would be in good hands.
But fuck if I could even think about that, even as my hand moved the pen across dotted lines. Because all I was thinking about washer.
Kenzie.
About her skin, and how fucking tight and warm and supple that little ass was. About how her skin had turned pink under my hand, and how she’d gasped so sweetly you’d have thought I was stroking her pussy not spanking her ass.
After Linc and I had polished off a solid half bottle of the bourbon the night before, I’d gone on the fuckingprowl. Lincoln had gone to bed, but me, I couldn’t sleep. I was too on edge. Too fucking roaring and on fire from what happened. I knew it was taking things too far, but fuck, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
And she’d called medaddy.
Something about Kenzie brought out the need to protect, and to take care of her in ways I’d never felt before. And something about her brought out somethingrawinside of me — something filthy and dark and fucking roaring to get out.
I was thirty-seven years old. There’d of course been women over the years, though nothing in easily a year. But,none of them— not one, ever — had gotten my blood roaring as hot as it had when Kenzie Gates had called medaddy.
That one word from her sweet lips was like pulling a fucking trigger. It’s snapped something inside of me, and made me hungry for her in ways I couldn’t even describe. I hadn’t just wanted tofuck herafter she said it, I wanted topossessher. I wanted to claim every fucking piece of her — to make sure the whole fucking world knew that every damn inch of her skin, and every soft curve and crease of her body wasmine.
That only happened after I got home, daddy.
Kenzie calling me daddy the night before had gotten me rock fucking hard. Harder than I’d ever been. I’d stormed quietly through the huge, dark house, like an animal stalking for prey. And it wasn’t until I’d found myself up in her wing of the house and standing right in front of her goddamn bedroom door that the red haze had cleared.
Fuck, what was I doing there?
My heart raced, and my cock throbbed harder than a piece of steel, thinking about her sleeping just a few feet away behind the door. My jaw clenched, and my hand had twitched, like it was aching to reach out and turn the doorknob.
Get the fuck away.
The voice inside my head had screamed at me, halting my hand and forcing me a step back. What thefuckwas I doing?
And I swear I’d started to turn to get the fuck out of there, when I heard it.
It.
I froze, my pulse jumping through my veins like liquid fire as I heard it a second time. And then I knew there was no way I was walking from that door.
I’d heard Kenziegasping, and moaning. And I knew instantly what it was. My cock lurched in my pants, my balls tingling as they boiled full of hot cum.