gaze, a devil's smile curving his lips. He adjusted the pantie into place, turned Destiny on her side, and smacked her bottom.
“How'd you do that?” She asked, her clitoris still throbbing from his voice.
“Wait till I show you what a song can do.” He winked at her. “Stand up. Time for your bra. Jesus, I love your breasts.” Deft hands slipped the bra over her shoulders. While he worked on the clasps, Linc sucked first one, then the other nipple, and then leaned back to survey the wet circles he'd made.
“Okay, now you can wear the bathrobe.” She slid one hand into the buttery material, turned, and fitted the other arm in.
“Where's the belt?”
“Couldn't find one.”
The too-innocent expression on his face didn't fool her for one minute. “No belt, huh?”
She jammed her hands onto her hips, and the fabric separated; his gaze dropped to her chest. Feeling quite daring, Destiny took a deep breath, sucked in her stomach, and stuck her boobs out.
Rewarded by the way his penis slapped and danced, the way the crown purpled and darkened, she grinned.
“Vixen,” Linc growled, framing her face with both hands. “You're learning way too fast, Destiny Driven.” He outlined her mouth with his tongue. “It's nearly four in the morning. I need to check the radio, and we both need some sleep. Sound like a plan?”
“Yes.” Destiny hated the way she vacillated from extreme, excruciating shyness to brazen vamp.
He scooped her off the floor, shifted her in his arms, and strolled into the main cabin.
“You can put me down, you know.”
“Don't want to.” His gaze swept the room. “Family Radio Service is a personal walkie-talkie radio system. In remote places like Healy where cell bands aren't great and blizzards are a fact of life, it's a way to communicate when other methods won't work.”
Destiny blinked.
Whaaat?
Then she remembered their earlier conversation. “Oh. Someone's trying to talk to us?”
“Lorcan McGuillycuddy, a buddy of mine.”
Blood drained from her extremities; her fingers and toes grew icy. “There can't be two people with that name in Healy. Lorcan McGuillycuddy is a friend of yours?”
His lips flattened. “You know Lorcan?”
“He piloted the plane I came in on. I think you should put me down.”
Heat scalded her throat.
Linc’s eyebrows slashed together. “What did Lorcan do?”
“It doesn't matter. Nothing happened.”
“What did he do?”
Destiny felt his voice all the way to her stomach.
“Destiny, I'm waiting.”
“What all men do when they learn my real name. Assume I'm a slut. Your buddy propositioned me. When Angel got wind of that, I thought she was going to punch me. Seems she regards Lorcan as her own private property.”
His swarthy complexion took on an ashen hue, and he grunted. “Angel writes under a pseudonym, doesn't she?”
The temperature in the cabin dropped like a plane in a catastrophic nosedive. “Her real name's Nadine Roland.”
One glance at Lincoln's half-hooded eyes and pursed lips, and mortification boiled the blood in her veins from scalp to sole. “You've slept with Angel Robinson.”
He hooded his eyes, took a deep breath, and considered the roof for brief moments—all the confirmation she needed.
“Put me down now,” Destiny snapped, smacking his bare chest, flailing her legs.
He set her down immediately, and she stumbled, arms wind milling for balance. She stubbed her toe on the baseboard, gripped the tiled counter for support, and propped one foot on the other.
Damn it, damn it, damn it.
She dropped her face into open palms. “If that just isn't my luck. I have the best sex ever, and it turns out I'm only getting Nadine’s leftovers.”
Chapter Four
“I am no one's leftovers.”
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph . Linc suppressed a groan.
Destiny would really freak when she found out Lorcan, Nadine, and he had spent a couple of days snowed in at Nadine's lodge and that he and Nadine had had monkey sex. Nadine
“How'd you do that?” She asked, her clitoris still throbbing from his voice.
“Wait till I show you what a song can do.” He winked at her. “Stand up. Time for your bra. Jesus, I love your breasts.” Deft hands slipped the bra over her shoulders. While he worked on the clasps, Linc sucked first one, then the other nipple, and then leaned back to survey the wet circles he'd made.
“Okay, now you can wear the bathrobe.” She slid one hand into the buttery material, turned, and fitted the other arm in.
“Where's the belt?”
“Couldn't find one.”
The too-innocent expression on his face didn't fool her for one minute. “No belt, huh?”
She jammed her hands onto her hips, and the fabric separated; his gaze dropped to her chest. Feeling quite daring, Destiny took a deep breath, sucked in her stomach, and stuck her boobs out.
Rewarded by the way his penis slapped and danced, the way the crown purpled and darkened, she grinned.
“Vixen,” Linc growled, framing her face with both hands. “You're learning way too fast, Destiny Driven.” He outlined her mouth with his tongue. “It's nearly four in the morning. I need to check the radio, and we both need some sleep. Sound like a plan?”
“Yes.” Destiny hated the way she vacillated from extreme, excruciating shyness to brazen vamp.
He scooped her off the floor, shifted her in his arms, and strolled into the main cabin.
“You can put me down, you know.”
“Don't want to.” His gaze swept the room. “Family Radio Service is a personal walkie-talkie radio system. In remote places like Healy where cell bands aren't great and blizzards are a fact of life, it's a way to communicate when other methods won't work.”
Destiny blinked.
Whaaat?
Then she remembered their earlier conversation. “Oh. Someone's trying to talk to us?”
“Lorcan McGuillycuddy, a buddy of mine.”
Blood drained from her extremities; her fingers and toes grew icy. “There can't be two people with that name in Healy. Lorcan McGuillycuddy is a friend of yours?”
His lips flattened. “You know Lorcan?”
“He piloted the plane I came in on. I think you should put me down.”
Heat scalded her throat.
Linc’s eyebrows slashed together. “What did Lorcan do?”
“It doesn't matter. Nothing happened.”
“What did he do?”
Destiny felt his voice all the way to her stomach.
“Destiny, I'm waiting.”
“What all men do when they learn my real name. Assume I'm a slut. Your buddy propositioned me. When Angel got wind of that, I thought she was going to punch me. Seems she regards Lorcan as her own private property.”
His swarthy complexion took on an ashen hue, and he grunted. “Angel writes under a pseudonym, doesn't she?”
The temperature in the cabin dropped like a plane in a catastrophic nosedive. “Her real name's Nadine Roland.”
One glance at Lincoln's half-hooded eyes and pursed lips, and mortification boiled the blood in her veins from scalp to sole. “You've slept with Angel Robinson.”
He hooded his eyes, took a deep breath, and considered the roof for brief moments—all the confirmation she needed.
“Put me down now,” Destiny snapped, smacking his bare chest, flailing her legs.
He set her down immediately, and she stumbled, arms wind milling for balance. She stubbed her toe on the baseboard, gripped the tiled counter for support, and propped one foot on the other.
Damn it, damn it, damn it.
She dropped her face into open palms. “If that just isn't my luck. I have the best sex ever, and it turns out I'm only getting Nadine’s leftovers.”
Chapter Four
“I am no one's leftovers.”
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph . Linc suppressed a groan.
Destiny would really freak when she found out Lorcan, Nadine, and he had spent a couple of days snowed in at Nadine's lodge and that he and Nadine had had monkey sex. Nadine
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