“Oomph!” The air knocks out of me as we collide. Linc wraps his arms around me, steadying himself and me so that we don’t tumble to the ground. I glance over his shoulder and see Blondie standing behind Linc with a look of terror on her face as she peeks down the hallway. More than likely looking to see if Michael Myers is coming our way from the way I was screaming.
“What’s the matter?” Link asks, looking down at me, all the while still holding me in his arms. Finally, he releases me and stands, resting his hands on his hips as Blondie comes around and stands beside him.
Taking a step back, I press my hand to my chest as I try to recover from screaming while sprinting up those damn stairs and tell him between breaths, “A mouse. A big, hairy, dirty, nasty mouse! It ran across the living room floor!”
It’s taking everything in me to keep the terrified look on my face and not burst out laughing.
Linc shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re screaming like a serial killer is the fucking house over a damn rodent?”
Resting my hands on my hips, I lean toward him, and with annoyance dripping from my words, I fire back at him, “Yes, asshole! I don’t like disease-infested rodents! Now, please go downstairs and kill it!”
“Whatever.” Turning around, he looks at Blondie. “You can stay up here, and I’ll be back as soon as I kill this fucking mouse.”
Linc follows me downstairs, not speaking a word to me the entire time. I take extra care to twitch my yoga pants-covered ass in front of him as I bounce down the stairs. These pants are like kryptonite to men. Gets them every time.
“Okay, where did you see it last?” he asks, coming around me and entering the living room while I stay standing in the doorway, putting on the act that I’m too scared to go into the room.
Pointing toward the large bookcase, I tell him, “It ran over there, and I was too freaked out to see where it went after that. I ran upstairs to get you, not paying attention to where it went. I think it’s a mutant or something because it looks a lot bigger than the cute little mice you see in the pet stores.”
We spend the next hour trying to find the ‘mouse’, and like I thought, my plan worked beautifully. Finally, at a little after three in the morning, Blondie came storming down the stairs, yelling at Linc that she called a cab to take her home because she was sick of entertaining herself. I had to bite so hard on my lip and run back into the kitchen to hide my laughter as Linc tried to plead with her to stay.
After hearing the front door slam shut, I climbed up onto the barstool, and sip the beer I just took out of the fridge. I notice Linc enter the kitchen out of the corner of my eye and then feel him standing behind me, causing my body to tingle with awareness from having him so close. Turning on the stool, I stare up at him as I take a long pull from my beer.
“I’m done looking for that damn mouse. It’s three in the morning, Raven. I’m exhausted, and now I have to go to bed with blue balls because my lay for the night left.” Walking away from me, he says over his shoulder, “I’ll call an exterminator in the morning and make sure the stupid mouse is gone, so we don’t have a repeat of this tomorrow night.”
I gulp down my beer and slam the bottle on the counter before jumping down.
“Wait! You can’t leave me alone. What if it runs back out?”
He stops walking and turns around slowly to face me. “You can’t be serious? It’s a fucking mouse. Not a boa constrictor or something. What’s it gonna do, nibble you to death?”
Throwing my hands up in the air and letting out a frustrated groan, I shout, “Umm, YES! Hello, ever heard of rabies?!”
He inhales deeply as I watch him try to keep it together before he blows the breath out between tightly pressed lips. “It’s late, Raven. I just want to go to sleep.”
At the mention of being tired, I yawn as exhaustion begins to set in for me also. “I’m tired too—but I’m afraid to sleep alone. What if it crawls on me in my sleep?”
Without saying a word, he turns around and starts walking up the stairs. I hurry into the living room, grabbing my phone before running back to the stairs to catch up with him. Within seconds, I’m stomping up the stairs beside him. “So you’re going to leave me alone with a damn mouse?”
I’m doing so good with this whole acting thing I’m almost believing that there’s a mouse in the house. I spot a ghost of a smile form on Linc’s lips. “It’s a mouse, Raven. Believe me, you’ll be fine.”
Well, shit. That didn’t go as planned.
He is so infuriating. What happened to the take charge Linc that was in my room this afternoon?
I run up the rest of the stairs past him and storm into my room, slamming the door behind me. Slipping out of my yoga pants, I toss them onto the bench at my vanity before heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I hear Linc’s bedroom door slam as I turn on the sink faucet.
What an ass. First time ever he turns down a girl’s offer to let him into her bed. Talk about a major blow to my ego.
I pad across the tile floor back into my bedroom and flick off my light before finally climbing into bed. I pull the blankets up to my chin and lay there staring at the wall separating Linc and me while I type a quick text to Tessa telling her part of the plan worked. Blondie is gone, but I still ended up in bed alone. After hitting send, I set my phone on my bedside stand and roll over to finally go to sleep.
I awaken shortly after to the feeling of my bed dipping beside me. I keep my breathing shallow as I try to hide the fact that I’ve woken up. I suddenly feel the heat from Linc’s body burning me through my thin tank top, along with the smell of his shampoo, which smells fresh and makes my body tingle as it fills the room around me. I inhale sharply as I feel his arm drape over my side and come to rest against my stomach.
Every single inch of my body is humming with desire as I lay spooning in my bed with Linc. I bring my hand down, resting it over his, and whisper, “Thank you,” before closing my eyes again.
“You’re welcome, Spitfire. Now go back to sleep,” he whispers back to me as he hugs me tighter against his chest. I melt into his body as I feel his nose nuzzle into my neck and feel him press a soft, warm kiss against my skin.
I can feel his erection through his boxers pressing into my butt, but he doesn’t make any moves after that. I lay there for the longest time listening to him breathe, enjoying the comfort of sleeping in a bed with a man again. I always feel more relaxed and safe when I fall asleep curled up in the arms of someone.
After eleven months with Heath, it’s been hard adjusting to being alone. It’s going to be even worse once I return to campus. At least for a few days, I can possibly take advantage of having Linc and this house all to myself.
My original plan was for us to end the evening in bed—which has kind of happened, only it’s in the literal sense and not the naked, banging like rabbits kind of sense I expected. But if all goes as planned, tomorrow night, we’ll be falling asleep naked and spent from having some of the best sex of my entire life.
Rolling over I sprawl out on the bed and slowly open my eyes as they adjust to the light shining through my bedroom window. Looking around I notice Linc is no longer in bed with me. I feel disappointment sink in as I realize he just up and left as soon as he awoke.
Climbing out of bed I throw on some pajama shorts and head downstairs. When I entered the kitchen, I found Linc at the stove, cooking eggs.
“What time did you wake up?” I ask as I get to work making a cup of coffee.
Keeping his back to me, he answers, “Around nine or so. I got up and called the exterminator. He just left a few minutes ago actually. He looked all under the house, spraying rodent shit or whatever they do, and then came up to inform me the only thing in this house are some spiders in the basement. There’s no sign of mice anywhere. Which is kind of hard to believe, seeing as you about gave me and Abby a heart attack last night with your little performance over the mouse you supposedly saw running through the family room.”
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Crap!
Why did he have to go and call a damn exterminator? I thought he’d look around for the mouse, give up, and that would be that. I didn’t think this far ahead.
I stir my cream and sugar into my coffee and try to think of what to say to that. I can’t admit I lied because then I’ll look like a crazy person.
“I don’t know what to tell ya. But I saw a mouse last night. Either that, or I was so tired I thought I saw one. All I know is, I saw something brown and hairy with a long tail run across the floor.”
“Are you hungry?” he asks, thankfully changing the subject.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I close my eyes momentarily, savoring the taste and relishing in the feel of the caffeine entering my body. Opening my eyes, I burst out with nervous laughter as I catch Linc watching me look like an idiot drinking my coffee.
A smirk plays on his lips as he shakes his head at me and goes back to cooking scrambled eggs and sausage links.
“I’m starving,” I finally answer before taking another sip of my coffee.
We spend the next thirty minutes eating at the kitchen island together, talking about college. Linc graduated already from Berkley, getting his Bachelor’s degree in business and marketing, but told me he wants to follow in his father’s footsteps and one day be a professional golfer, with his goal being to become the next Tiger Woods. Which is a pretty big mountain to climb. But I think if he’s determined enough, he can do it though.
We got onto the subject of golf, and I told him how I thought it was the most ridiculous sport on the entire planet. Somehow, it ended with us here at the country club, with me wearing golfer’s saddle shoes and head-to-toe golf attire that Linc made me buy at the pro shop here. I look like the Easter Bunny power-puked all over me as I walk the golf course in white pants, my pink cami, and a robin’s egg blue cashmere sweater, which he made me buy, because he said my name is Raven, and the shirt color is named after a robin. To him, it was perfectly clear that was the one I had to get, all because I’m named after a damn bird.
He can be such a dork when he’s not being a douchebag.
Of course, he looks hot in anything. Right now, he’s wearing a light yellow cashmere sweater and khaki pants, and wearing a ball cap with sunglasses to keep the sun out of his eyes. We’ve lucked out weather-wise, with sunshine all week and mid-sixties temperatures, but they’re calling for rain tonight.
We’re riding in a golf cart as he drives us to the fifth hole. One thing I’ve learned so far after golfing four holes is that I seriously suck at golf. Like ‘I hope I don’t get a lawn care bill because I’ve destroyed the turf here’ kind of bad.
Linc, on the other hand, is showing off, landing on the fairway and the green after every damn drive, and even getting a birdie already. He’s been different here. More relaxed. Actually funny, which is a first. Sure, he’s sarcastic a lot, but normally that’s with us fighting like cats and dogs. But today so far has been a lot of fun. I’m seeing a side of Linc I’ve never seen before.
Climbing out of the golf cart as soon as Linc puts it into park, we make our way over to the tee off. “Now, I’m only going to help you one more time. By this hole, you should be getting the hang of golf. If not, then I think it’ll be safe to say golf is not a sport for you. I’ve seen some terrible golfers, but you take the cake, Spitfire. Hands down, you’re the worst.”
Batting my eyelashes, I press my hand to my stomach and bow dramatically. “Well, thank you, fine sir. I’ll take that as a compliment since I still think golf is hands down the stupidest sport on the planet.”
Linc lunges at me, scooping me up into his arms and starts tickling me, making me burst out into a fit of laughter that carries across the golf course. A few people a hole behind us stop and look up the hill at us, shaking their heads before going back to putting.
“Take it back,” Linc says playfully as he continues to tickle me.
“No!” I shout as I try to escape his grasp.
“Take it back or I’ll tickle you until you piss your pants, Raven. I swear on my bag of golf balls I will.
Hearing him say golf balls, for some reason, makes me laugh harder as I think about his balls. “Oh...my...gosh. All...I...can…picture...is...you...swearing on...your...ballsack!” I say between laughing and gasping for air.
“I want to hear you say it. Say golf is the most amazing sport on the planet, and Linc is the Michael Jordan of golf.”
Because my stomach muscles are burning, and I’m pretty sure the golfers here at the country club don’t appreciate us making so much noise, I cave. “Okay! Okay!”
Linc’s hands freeze in place as he stops tickling me. With one quick movement, he spins me around so that I’m facing him and holds me against him as he awaits my speech. I sigh dramatically and roll my eyes as I gaze up at him. “Golf is the most amazing sport on the planet, and you, Linc Sarris, are the Michael-Motherfucking-Jordan of golf! There. Happy?” I ask sarcastically as I fold my hands over my chest, all the while relishing the feel of Linc’s arms around me.
“Very. Now let’s see if we can get you to hit the ball onto the fairway, and not into the fricking woods again.”
Linc sets my ball up, and then running his hands down my thighs; he helps me place my feet. Stepping behind me, he presses his body flush against mine before bending me forward slightly and helping position my arms properly. I’m finding it almost impossible to focus because all I can think about is his dick pressing against my ass right now. I let out another giggle as I wiggle my ass playfully against him as he tries to show me the correct way to swing. I feel his dick twitch in his pants as he lets out a low growl and whispers in my ear, “Behave, Raven, unless you want to end our game with you being plowed against a tree off of hole nine.”
I’ve never been so happy to convince him to only play the front nine. There’s no way in hell I could last playing all eighteen holes. Now that I know I’m slowly wearing down his resistance, I’m even more thrilled with our afternoon of golfing.
I glance at him over my shoulder, flashing him a sinful smirk. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Linc, because I’ll hold you to it.”
“Just swing the damn club, Spitfire.”
I press my lips together to try and quiet my laughter as I swing the club back with Linc’s assistance, and surprisingly I hit the ball and not the ground, and the big shocker—it lands on the fricking fairway!
“Hells-to-the-yeah! Who’s the Michael Jordan of golf now, biotch?!” I shout as I jump around, celebrating and waving my hands at Linc as I toss my driver onto the ground.
We continued the next four holes, with Linc helping me, even though every time he insisted I should be able to handle doing it myself. Which was the truth by the sixth hole. I was getting a pretty good grasp of the whole golf thing, but I really enjoyed having my body pressed against his as he helped me.
After we finished up our game, we headed out to a restaurant nearby for dinner. I changed back into my sundress and sandals, keeping the cardigan on because the temperature had dropped slightly before we left the country club. There was no way I was going out in public dressed like pastel Barbie.
Now, we’re heading back to the house. The rain moved in while we were still at dinner. It was a light drizzle then, but it’s turned into a downpour. The wipers can barely keep up with the rain as it falls hard against the windshield. I’m never so happy to see our house as we pull into the driveway, parking outside of the garage.
“It’s really coming down out there,” Linc says as he stares up at the windshield. He looks even more handsome in the glow of the streetlights that are illuminating the interior of the car.
“That it is.”
I hate this awkward silence. We’ve had such an amazing day. The last thing I need is him closing himself off again. I leave in two more days, so it’s now or never.
“Linc,” I say his name softly as I unfasten my seatbelt.
Turning his head, he locks his gorgeous blue eye
s, which are a deep sapphire right now, onto mine as he looks at me with longing and desire burning in his gaze. “Yeah?”
Climbing to my knees, I tell him, “Slide your seat back.” Doing as he’s told, he quickly pushes his driver’s seat back as far as it will go. Not wasting any time, I climb over the middle console and slide onto his lap, straddling him. “Remember the question you had asked me yesterday in my bedroom before Tyler interrupted us?”
Nodding his head slowly, he stares up at me as he softly runs his hands along my thighs, working his way under my skirt. I can feel his erection press firmly against me from inside his slacks, teasing my clit through my now soaking wet panties. I move slightly, grinding my clit against his dick as I gently run my fingers through his hair and stare down at his face, which makes my heart skip a beat every time I look at him. “Well, my answer is yes. I want you to fuck me. I mean fuck me, Linc. No holding back. All or nothing. You got it?”
He squeezes my thighs so hard that I yelp out in pain, which then turns into soft moans as his right hand slides between my legs and rubs at my sensitive bud through my panties as the other goes to my head. Cupping the side of my face, he pulls my mouth down to his, crashing our lips together so hard I feel and hear our teeth hit together. The car is filled with sounds of soft, passionate moans, mixing with the melody of the rain beating on the roof above us.
I feel my body begin to tingle all over as his tongue pushes its way into my mouth. He dominates me as his tongue fucks my mouth, tangling with mine and taking everything I have to give. I’m so turned on that I feel as if I’m only seconds away from coming undone, and it’s all from just one kiss. A toe-curling, heart-stopping, mind-blowing kiss.
I tilt my head to the side and squeeze the strands of his hair in my fists as I tilt his back slightly and deepen our kiss. I feel my heart begin to race and my body begin to go numb as every nerve ending of my clit begins to pulsate and tingle to the point that I feel as if I’m going to lose my mind. Linc continues to press hard, fast circles over my clit as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth. Within seconds, I’m shaking against his hand and holding onto him for dear life as I come hard and fast against his hand.
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