Missing Linc by Kori Roberts (i can read books .TXT) 📗

it go…let me feel it.” His pace increased, his strokes became frenzied.

Adrenaline raced through him as he pumped furiously inside her. Tomi”s pussy rippled

around him, her screams rang in his ear as she came. He was right behind her, shooting hard

enough to make his back arch as he came inside her.

Linc rested his head against her shoulder as they both struggled to catch their breath.

Finally, he found enough strength to lift his head.

“That was…damn.” He panted.

“I know.” Satisfied cognac eyes stared back at him. “I told you that you”d like it.”

“I think like might be a bit of an understatement.” Linc chuckled. “What I felt was a

hell of a lot better than that.” “Good.” Her hands moved down his back and rested on his ass, where she gripped his

cheeks and thrust herself against him, while clenching her vaginal walls around his softening

erection. “Now you have an idea of how I feel when I”m with you.”

Linc moaned as pleasure rippled though his cock. God, he couldn”t seem to get enough

of this woman. She and Mitch had become an addiction he couldn”t resist.

His lips teased the line of her jaw, working his way toward her ear. “I think,” he

admitted, “I might be in trouble where you and Mitch are concerned.” For the first time,

Linc verbalized the feelings he”d developed for them.

Tomi remained silent for so long that he began to doubt the wisdom of his impromptu

confession. Finally, she turned her head and looked into his eyes. “I think,” she whispered

soft and low against his lips, “that goes for us as well.”

Neither of them spoke again, choosing silence over words, holding each other until

Tomi”s deep breathing signaled she”d fallen asleep. Sighing, he kissed her on the temple,

carefully extracted himself from her embrace, and eased from the bed.

Linc took a quick shower, wanting to be clean before getting dressed again. When he

came out of the bathroom, he found Tomi awake and watching him.

“I have to go.” Regret laced his words. “I have to meet with some clients soon.”

Tomi stretched out in the bed, watching him as he redressed. “I understand.” Her

beautiful brown face held a look of contentment. “We”re still going to see you tonight,

right?”

Linc leaned down, kissing her. “You couldn”t keep me away.” He straightened and

finished dressing. As he prepared to leave, his eyes landed on the painting, still leaning

against the dresser where they”d left it.

“We never found a place to hide your gift.” Tomi looked in the direction of the

painting. From the expression on her face, it was apparent that she”d forgotten all about it.

Linc could relate. For the past hour, it hadn”t been high on his priority list, either. “If you”d like, I can take it home with me.” Linc offered. “I”m sure I can find someplace

to hide it there.”

“Would you mind?” Relief filled Tomi”s face. “I don”t want to inconvenience you, but it

would work out perfectly if you did that.”

“You could never be an inconvenience to me.” Linc grabbed one more kiss before

walking over to the painting, picking it up, and heading to the door. He paused in the

doorway and turned around.

“Damn, it”s going to be a long afternoon waiting to see you and Mitch again.” He closed

the door without waiting for her response, afraid she”d say something that would make him

turn back, strip off his clothes, and fuck her until Mitch returned from his tour. He”d never

been in so deep so fast. Hell, if he were truthful with himself, he”d admit that he”d never

been in so deep, period. And that”s what scared him the most.

Chapter Eleven

The beach resembled one gigantic block party, with people covering nearly every

visible part of the sand, most of them arriving early that morning to secure their spots for the

all-day celebration. To an outside observer, it probably seemed like complete chaos, but for

Linc, it represented home and heritage.

He looked around at the groups of families celebrating together, loving every minute of

it, from the loud and sometimes raucous crowds to the overlapping sounds of ear-splitting

music blaring from every direction and the intermingling smells of food filling the night air.

Their group was huge, at least sixty people, spread out on blankets and in chairs on the

sand. It was like this every year. His family loved this holiday, loved that it gave them a

reason to get together and catch up with family members they hadn”t seen in a while.

Everyone he knew was there, including Pedro and Tracee, and Alejandro and his wife,

Marissa. Even his wayward cousin and less than model employee, Miguel, was there, still

acting skittish around him, as if he expected Linc to fire him at any moment. Linc took pity

on him, stopping to speak to him and introduce him to Tomi and Mitch. “This is my cousin Miguel,” he told them. “He was your original driver when you

arrived in Puerto Rico.” They talked for a moment before Miguel moved on to join his

friends.

“Truthfully,” Tomi whispered to him as Miguel walked away, “I”m glad Miguel never

showed up that day.”

Linc smiled, fighting the urge to kiss her as he continued to take them around,

introducing them to the rest of his family, wanting to make sure Mitch and Tomi knew they

were welcomed there. They blended in as easily and comfortably as if they were born there

instead of just visiting. In a matter of hours, they”d become a huge hit. His entire family took

an immediate liking to them and included them as official members of the family.

“So, mi muchacha hermosa, what have you and your hombre hermoso seen on our

island so far?” Linc”s aunt, the family matriarch, asked Tomi.

She was the oldest living member of his family, but it was hard to tell by simply

looking at her. Still healthy and active, her tanned skin minimally marred by wrinkles, her

silver hair more of an asset than a hindrance, his aunt”s physical appearance easily belied her

eighty-seven years.

“I think a better question to ask them, Tía, is what they haven”t seen yet,” Linc joked to

his aunt. “I”m sure it”s a much shorter list.”

Mitch laughed. “Linc is