Hard to Hold

by Nicole Edwards

  Not that Wolfe gave a fuck either way. He wanted to drop off this table and be on his way. He had a girl waiting for him back at the shop. Although he’d wanted to bring Amy with them, he’d figured Mrs. Stephenson would find a way to be rude, and that was the last damn thing he wanted to deal with today. So, he’d left Amy working with Copenhagen standing guard. He’d given her the instruction not to answer the door for anyone, then he’d locked the doors behind them.

  “We gonna flip a coin to see who rings the bell?” Lynx asked. “You said she was in a bikini last time?”

  Wolfe glanced in the rearview mirror. “The job’s all yours, boy. Have at it.”

  Lynx was out the door in a second, whistling as he sauntered up the front steps. He hit the doorbell, then cast a grin over his shoulder.

  A second later, the door opened.

  Lynx pulled off his straw hat and shot the woman a full-fledged grin. “Hey, sweet thang. We got a delivery here for ya.”

  Wolfe peered up at the door and nearly fell over.

  Melissa stood staring at Lynx, her eyes wide, her red lips shiny. She didn’t look even slightly frightened by the intimidating cowboy covered in tattoos from his neck to his knuckles. Nope, she certainly wasn’t scared. More like … hungry. And if he was closer, he’d probably see the hardened points of her nipples peeking beneath the thin lace of that black teddy. She even had four-inch stilettos to go along with it.

  “Hot damn,” Calvin muttered. “She’s married, you say?”

  Wolfe lifted an eyebrow, then headed around to the back end of the trailer. He unlocked the door, lifted it, then grabbed one of the chairs.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Lynx was saying when Wolfe approached, “he’s my cousin. Clearly, I’m the better-lookin’ one.”

  Mrs. Stephenson giggled.

  Of course she did.

  Lynx had a way with the ladies. Old, young, married, divorced, single. Didn’t matter. The guy knew how to sweet-talk his way right into their hearts.

  When Wolfe moved up onto the porch, Lynx glanced back at him, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “She’s got lemonade.”

  “Right this way,” Mrs. Stephenson crooned sweetly, turning and adding some additional swing to her hips.

  Wolfe wanted to get this shit over with.

  And fast.

  Twenty minutes later, they had the table set up in the dining room and Wolfe was wiping it down with a cloth.

  “Come on, boys,” Mrs. Stephenson called. “Come get some lemonade while it’s cold.”

  Calvin leaned in. “Does it get hot?”

  Wolfe shrugged. “I’ll see y’all out at the truck.”

  “Nope. Sorry, son.” His father grabbed Wolfe’s arm. “You got us in this mess. You’re gettin’ us out.”

  Fuck.

  Amy was sitting in her office when she heard the boys come in. Copenhagen was out the door and down the stairs in no time.

  They’d left almost three hours ago to deliver the table to Mrs. Stephenson and hadn’t been sure when they’d be back. Amy had been so engrossed in coming up with ideas for their online store that she hadn’t even realized the time.

  “Amy! Hey, girl! Come on out here!” Lynx shouted.

  Laughter ensued.

  Getting up from her chair, she couldn’t help but smile, loving the sound of so much happiness. She’d spent so many years alone, trapped in her house. No friends, no family, no one to talk to. It was nice to have Wolfe and Lynx around. Not to mention, Calvin. And Copenhagen. She couldn’t forget him.

  Stepping out of her office, she peered over the railing.

  “Hey, darlin’,” Wolfe’s father greeted.

  “Hi, Mr. Caine.” She smiled brightly, happy to see him. She’d only talked to him a few times since she started working at the shop, but whenever she did, he always made her feel as though she was a part of his family.

  She glanced over at Lynx. He was holding something up toward her. “I brought you a donut.”

  Amy grinned.

  “Don’t lie, boy. Wolfe got her the damn donut,” Calvin grumbled as he smacked Lynx on the back of the head.

  “Yeah, but I went with him; therefore, I’ll take my thanks in the form of a kiss.”

  Wolfe swatted Lynx on the back of the head.

  “Hey!” Lynx laughed, passing the donut to Wolfe.

  Amy’s eyes flew over to Wolfe. He was smiling up at her and her heart twisted tightly in her chest.

  It had been two days since she’d stayed the night with Wolfe and Rhys. Wolfe had driven her to work the next day and she’d stayed at her own house last night. Of course, she’d spent nearly every waking moment wishing she were back with them.

  Granted, it was nice having Reagan at the house, and she’d felt slightly more comfortable now that she’d told them about what happened. Amy knew they would be on the lookout, and Reagan had even brought her shotgun back to the house. Rhys had told her he’d keep extra patrols going by her house to help her feel safer.

  But for Wolfe to bring a donut…

  Amy was going to fall in love with this man if she wasn’t careful.

  “Stay there,” Wolfe insisted. “I’ll bring it to you.”

  Amy nodded, then returned to her office.

  “How come you get to have all the fun?” Lynx whined, laughing. “I’ll talk to y’all later.”

  “Don’t you call that woman,” Calvin hollered, following Lynx toward the door. “She’s married.”

  “Trust me. I wouldn’t get near that with a ten-foot pole.”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t start stalkin’ you,” Calvin told Lynx. “See her eyes get all bugged out when she saw those damn tattoos?”

  “I wasn’t lookin’ at her eyes,” Lynx noted.

  The front door closed with a bang and the entire warehouse was silent.

  Wolfe appeared in her office doorway and Amy smiled at him. “How’d it go?”

  One dark eyebrow lifted. “Well, the good news is she’s latched onto Lynx.”

  “And the bad news?” Amy’s heart swelled to overflowing when Wolfe handed her the single glazed donut. It was her favorite.

  “She’s latched onto Lynx.”

  “So, how’s that bad? Well, other than, you know … she’s married and all.”

  “It means she’ll likely be stoppin’ in for visits.”

  “But at least she’ll be keeping her hands off you,” Amy told him.

  Wolfe closed her office door, flipped the lock, then moved toward her.

  “There’s only one woman’s hands I want on me.”

  Setting the donut on the desk, Amy allowed Wolfe to turn her chair so that she was facing him.

  “Is that right?”

  Wolfe relocated the donut to a safer place up on the filing cabinet. It made Amy wonder what his intentions were. Her body had already heated about ten degrees since he stepped into the room.

  When he reached down and easily lifted her from her chair, Amy squealed. Her butt was planted on the edge of the desk and Wolfe took a seat in front of her.

  “I think you should wear skirts to work,” he said as his hands slid beneath her T-shirt.

  “Yeah?” Okay, so she was breathless, but that was because this sexy cowboy was touching her, his warm hand grazing her side, sliding higher. “You thinkin’ about implementing a new dress code?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Why’s that?”

  Wolfe pulled her head down with his other hand, his mouth meeting hers, his lips firm yet soft. She accepted his kiss, leaning into him as his hand traveled higher on her rib cage. It was warm, rough against her skin. Her nipples hardened; her sex clenched.

  When he pulled back, he groaned. “Because it would make burying my face between your legs so much easier.”

  Her clit pulsed at his gruffly spoken words.

  She’d never been on the receiving end of a dirty-talking man. Amy had never given much thought to whether or not she’d like it.

&nb
sp; Boy, did she like it.

  When his hands trailed down her stomach, his fingers resting on the button on her jeans, Wolfe’s green eyes met hers and she could tell he was seeking permission.

  The idea of him doing that here seemed so taboo. But her body ached for him. Since the other night, she’d thought about him and Rhys constantly. Day, night. Didn’t matter. It was as though they’d stoked a flame inside her, and she wanted more of what they’d offered that first night.

  With a jerky tilt of her head, Amy gave him permission to proceed. And in case he misunderstood, she hopped off the desk and stood directly in front of him.

  Another growl rumbled in his chest when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her stomach. Amy cradled his head, her body trembling when he unhooked the button, then lowered the zipper. He continued to kiss her stomach while he reached down and removed her boots, then helped her shimmy out of her jeans.

  The wood desk was cold on her butt when he picked her up and put her on it again, but she welcomed the chill because her body was on fire.

  “Damn,” Wolfe hissed. “So fucking pretty.”

  Amy’s face flamed with embarrassment as his fingers trailed between her legs, his thumb grazing her clit.

  “Need you naked,” he said, his free hand pushing her shirt up.

  Amy helped by removing her shirt, then her bra. It was definitely taboo to be in her office completely naked while Wolfe was fully dressed.

  “I’m gonna have to get you a bigger desk,” he grumbled as he moved the laptop out of the way, then eased her down onto her back.

  Wolfe dropped to one knee, then propped her legs over his shoulders as his warm breath fanned her pussy lips.

  Her back bowed off the desk when his tongue teased her sensitive flesh. “Wolfe…”

  “I fucking love when you say my name,” he mumbled before resuming his feast on her.

  He licked and sucked, nipped and flicked her clit; all the while her body coiled tighter, her nipples painfully hard, in desperate need of his touch. When his tongue speared her, fucking her, Amy’s breath caught in her throat and she cried out, unable to stop it as she came in a rush. She was getting used to how easily they could make her orgasm. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she’d never had an orgasm until Wolfe used his mouth on her. After the first time, that incredible feeling was something she longed for.

  She was writhing and moaning when he lifted his head, then leaned over her. His hot mouth descended on hers and Amy wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted to hold on to him forever.

  He must’ve sensed her need because he pulled back, grinned. “Not done with you yet.”

  The man was going to drive her completely insane with pleasure.

  He stood tall, his fingertips trailing over her chest, then both big hands cupped her breasts, squeezing as he pinched her nipples, his eyes following his movement. Amy watched his face. Seeing the way he looked at her, as though she was all he ever wanted, did strange things to her insides. She liked this side of Wolfe.

  His hands continued lower, his thumbs parting her lips again, his finger trailing over her clit, making her moan.

  Wolfe’s gaze lifted to hers. “God, Amy… You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  When he said stuff like that, she could almost believe it.

  “More,” she whispered. “Please.”

  “What do you want?” His thumbs pushed inside her, his finger still teasing her clit, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “You. That’s what I want.”

  “Tell me,” he urged, fucking her with his thumbs, pushing in deep, retreating slowly.

  It took a second for her to build the confidence to tell him what she wanted. He continued to tease her, fondling her so intimately. Amy grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly. She needed more than this.

  “Fuck,” Wolfe hissed. “You’re gonna kill me, woman.” His eyes locked on her hands intimately teasing her nipples. He looked up at her face. “Tell me, darlin’.”

  She held his stare. “Fuck me, Wolfe.” She inhaled sharply when his thumbs thrust into her again. “Fuck me now.”

  What felt like hours was probably only a couple of minutes, but Wolfe managed to push his jeans past his hips, cover himself with a condom, and then he was filling her.

  He jerked her toward him, her butt on the edge of the desk, her legs straight up in the air, her thighs resting against his stomach, his thick arms holding her in place while he pounded into her.

  Amy had never felt anything as amazing as this. Wolfe fucking her on her desk, his heated gaze locked with hers, his rough groans echoing in the small space. Her orgasm built within seconds and then exploded. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, a whimper escaping instead. Wolfe was still watching her, still fucking her hard and deep.

  “You have to come for me again,” he told her.

  The man was certainly a generous lover. Not only did he make her come one more time, he didn’t stop until she’d nearly passed out from multiple orgasms.

  Three more, to be exact.

  “Where you at?”

  “Headin’ home,” Rhys told Wolfe as he turned onto his street.

  “Want company?” This time Amy’s voice came through the phone.

  “Y’all out and about?”

  “Yep,” Amy said. “So, is that a yes?”

  She sounded so damn sweet he couldn’t bring himself to say no. Not that he really wanted to. Sure, he was exhausted, but when it came to spending time with them, he was sure he could forego a few extra hours of sleep.

  “That’s a yes.”

  “Okay. See you in a few.”

  The phone disconnected at the same time Rhys’s house came into view.

  Not only his house but the big black Chevy parked in front of it.

  He smiled.

  For whatever reason, it eased something inside him that Wolfe and Amy came to him this time. So far, he’d been the one tagging along wherever they went. Although he knew that came with the situation, he didn’t want to always feel like the third wheel.

  He pulled his truck into the driveway and parked beside Wolfe’s truck.

  “’Bout damn time,” Wolfe greeted as he got out of the truck.

  Rhys opened Amy’s door and helped her out, accepting the quick peck on the lips she offered.

  For a woman who was new to this threesome thing, Amy didn’t seem to be having a hard time with it.

  She took his hand, linked their fingers, her other hand wrapping around his bicep as she followed him up the porch steps. Again, he was hyperaware of how much she touched him.

  “I like it out here,” Amy told him. “It’s peaceful.”

  He didn’t live on the amount of land the Caines had, but the four acres he did own were enough for him. The house was small, just an old farmhouse that needed some more work, but Rhys was short on time these days, so he hadn’t put as much into the renovations as he’d wanted to. However, he’d done the major work already. New floors, replaced the appliances, upgraded the cabinets and countertops, replaced the rotted boards on the front porch. He still needed to tackle the bathrooms and get the small barn so that it was functional.

  After unlocking the door, he stepped back out of the way and allowed Amy and Wolfe to go inside. Wolfe offered a mischievous smirk, which had Rhys wondering what the guy was up to.

  “Rhys, this is so nice,” Amy said, her voice echoing in the relatively empty house. “Very masculine.”

  Wolfe grunted. “How come he gets masculine and you called mine beautiful?”

  Rhys grinned.

  Amy shrugged. “Your house is beautiful.”

  Wolfe rolled his eyes, but he smiled while he did it.

  “How was work, honey?” Wolfe teased, turning toward the living room.

  Rhys ignored his sarcasm, making his way to the kitchen. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had anyone in his house. Well, other than Reagan. His sister stopped by from time to time, but he figured that w
as mostly so she could get a break from that deadbeat dumb ass she’d been dating.

  “What did y’all do today?” Rhys asked as he rummaged through his refrigerator. “Want somethin’ to drink? Beer? Water?”

  “I’ll take water,” Amy said sweetly.

  “Beer’s good.”

  Rhys retrieved two beers and a bottle of water, then joined them in the living room.

  “We had sex on my desk,” Amy offered when Rhys handed over the water.

  Completely floored by her statement, Rhys stared at her, unable to release the bottle of water. He noticed Amy was smirking up at him, her cheeks rosy from her blush.

  Sweet little Amy had just stolen his breath with that out-of-character comment, and she seemed to realize it, too.

  “How’s that?” he asked, clearing his throat.

  “Sex. On my desk.” The corners of her mouth turned upward.

  Rhys’s cock was already growing at the thought of the pair of them on Amy’s desk.

  He managed to release the water bottle, then passed a beer to Wolfe before dropping into the oversized chair across from the sofa.

  “I’m thinkin’ he might not understand fully,” Wolfe stated, his voice rough.

  “No, I get it,” Rhys clarified, glancing over at Wolfe. “I just wish I’d been there to watch.”

  Wolfe’s grin widened. “Baby, you should give him a demonstration.”

  Amy glanced between the two men and Rhys noticed the color on her cheeks deepened. Yep, the woman might have a dirty streak, but underneath it all, she was still sweet and innocent.

  “Do to him what I did to you,” Wolfe instructed, leaning over to take Amy’s water bottle.

  She passed it over without hesitation, then got to her feet.

  Rhys was riveted by the sight of her approaching, that formfitting T-shirt doing little to hide the fact that her nipples were hard.

  “You’ll have to stand up first,” Amy said, a slight tremble in her voice.

  It was obvious she was trying to be bold, daring.

  He liked that she was, but he also liked her hesitation. She was so damn sweet.