Page 65 of Her Fearless Warrior

“Well, I want to tell you that besides being a pretty man, you have a pretty cock.”

“Woman, you are going to be the death of me,” Linc burst out. “Now, if you really want to make use of my pretty cock, you’re going to have to take your hands off it and stop pretending I’m a joystick on some video game.”

Her eyes lit up. “Joystick! That’s your new nickname.”

“Leila,” he growled. “I like you and all, but I’m done.” He picked her up by the waist, and slowly brought her down so that her wet pussy met his hungry dick.

She let out a groan. He stopped. “Are you okay?”

“God yes.” She pushed his hands away. “Let me.”

Slowly, she lowered herself halfway down his shaft. She hummed her pleasure, then she lifted back up, never losing their connection. She did it again.

“Leila,” Linc started. He didn’t know what else he was going to say, so he kept it at her name.

“You feel so good.” She lifted again, but this time she twisted as she pushed down a little farther and Linc thought the top of his head would explode. He loved watching where her pussy was taking him into her body. It was such a sexy and erotic sight that it seared into his brain.

She threw back her head and dropped her hands to his thighs and slid all the way down to the root of his cock while his name came from her throat in one long moan.

She looked like some kind of ancient goddess on top of him. Strong. Powerful. Passionate. Linc slid his hands upward and caressed her rounded stomach, her ribcage, her upturned breasts, her shoulders, and then he wrapped his hands around to the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss.

She met him eagerly. As they kissed, Linc would press up with his hips, and Leila would push down, both of them working to find the perfect rhythm to give the other the most pleasure. The kiss became hotter as their bodies filmed with sweat.

Leila lowered her pussy down onto his cock and twisted, but that wasn’t what did it. She lifted, so that they were looking each other in the eye. She squeezed her core and Linc felt his spine tingling, knowing he was close. He felt her shuddering and realized she was close, too. Then she did the thing that pushed him over the edge. She bent down and bit his lower lip, then licked.

He grabbed her hips and surged upward. She cried out his name as he pounded into her and she pulsed around him. His world exploded. He went off into the universe. A place only inhabited by Linc and Leila.

16

“Who are you? I’m sorry, but only Navy SEALs are allowed at this table.”

“Shut up and pour me a beer,” Linc groused as he sat down next to Jase.

“Oh, somebody’s not in the bestest, greatest, rainbowdiest mood in the world. What happened, did a flower fail to bloom today?”

“You know, you can be a real asshole, you know that?” Linc said as he gave his friend an offended look.

Everybody at the table laughed, Jase the hardest, then Jase poured him a beer from the pitcher and mumbled. “Sorry, Linc. What the fuck is wrong?”

“Nothing’s really wrong. It’s just that Leila’s three-week assignment in Quebec has turned into five weeks, and I’m getting antsy not seeing her.”

Jase opened his mouth to speak, but Linc held up his hand.

“Nope, before you say it, I already know it. How in the hell can I be upset if one of her assignments has gone long, when for all she’ll know I can be called out for a two-week assignment that lasts four months? What’s more, I can’t tell her anything about it, and I might not be able to call her for weeks at a time. I know I’m being a hypocritical asshole. I get that part.”

“Well, then my work here is done.”

Linc took a couple of sips of his beer and looked out the window into the harbor. “So, what’s going on with you?” he asked Jase.

“Same old, same old.”

“No family stories to tell? Come on, with your family there’s always something,” Linc prompted. “Throw me a bone. I need out of my own head.”

“There’s my sister’s wedding coming up. I’m an usher. Her fiancé arranged for us all to get our tuxes at the same place in Duluth, two days before the big day. Sandy assures me that one will come in my size.”

“All of you are going to be in Sandy’s wedding? I mean, all-all of you? That’s going to be a huge fucking wedding.”

Jase scratched his whiskers with the back of his knuckles, a sure sign that he was getting agitated. “Tell me about it. Mom’s over the moon. The fact that all of us will be together in one place, and dressed well? She feels like the moon and stars have aligned. I think that’s why Sandy is doing it.”