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
