Linc (2 page)

Pull it together, Chaya! Stop lusting after your son’s hockey coach.

It had been a long time since she’d been with a man. A long time since someone else had brought her pleasure. She used that as her excuse. Or tried to. As practice continued, her mind refused to let it go and her skin burnt with hypersensitivity.

Whenever she thought she had her raging, hormonal body in control, Mr Dixon would shoot a heated look her way and she was lost all over again in a whirl of lust and longing. None of it made sense—she wasn’t a woman who felt these kinds of cravings. But with this man, ‘craving’ was an apt word. She shifted on the hard seat and tried to refrain from peering at the coach for the remainder of practice.

* * * *

Linc Dixon skated back to the edge of the rink as the boys of the Piedmont Rangers ran through drills. He lifted his gaze to where she sat in the bleachers. Chaya Stevenson.

In all his years—and there had been many of them—he’d never encountered a woman who had such a powerful effect on him. So when he’d found her, he’d had zero qualms about arranging this set-up. It had been no trouble to implant a friendship into the old coach’s mind and have him call and ask for a sub when he’d had to go out of town suddenly. Another thing he’d learnt was that women in this time didn’t like to be tricked, but what she never knew wouldn’t hurt her. And while kids weren’t his favourite thing, he could learn to tolerate them.

He looked back to Chaya. She had black hair styled in a tapered pixie cut. Smooth, mocha skin covered her lush curves. Plump lips he wanted to nibble on and suck into his mouth.

Obsessed.

He, an immortal being, older than Ra, was obsessed with a mere human.

No, not ‘mere’.

Chaya was a woman who had made him…well…feel.

He took a deep breath and easily picked up on the subtle floral scent she wore. He longed to discover how far it went on her. Did she only dab it behind her ears? Or did she splash some between her breasts? Perhaps lower… His cock stiffened and he forced his mind off her and back to the task at hand.

Coaching.

His arousal remained ever-present even after the practice session had finished. He had finished speaking to the father of Jonah, the goalie, when he spotted Chaya sitting with her son. Determined steps carried him over to where they sat.

“Ms Stevenson,” he said.

She tilted her head back and met his waiting gaze. His heart seized, then pounded intensely within the confines of his chest.

Damn!

Her eyes were melded brown and dark gold. Large, inviting eyes. He wanted to submerge himself in their unfathomed depths. Lingering there, he could see exhaustion, pride, and love for her son.

A flare of lust exploded, only to be tamped down immediately and replaced by a flash of shame. Interesting. He wanted to see more of the lust. Hell, he’d love to have those big eyes of hers on him, hooded and full of sexual satiation…for starters.

Her mouth moved, those full, kissable lips forming words. Words he wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to. He blinked and said, “If you have a moment, could I have a word, please?”

Was that nervousness in her gaze?

“Of course, Mr Dixon.”

His cock hardened even more. “Excellent. My office is over there.”

He led the way, knowing that if he didn’t he would be touching her. They were halted by another parent and a smile curved his lips as he watched Danny kiss his mom and leave with the other boy and his dad. He held the door to his office open and didn’t move as she brushed by him. Linc knew she felt the reaction between them, for she couldn’t hide her sharp intake of breath.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His nails dug into his palms, leaving behind crescent moons in the skin. After she’d passed he shut the door, the click echoing through the small room, highlighting the fact that they were alone.

He prowled around the back of the chair she perched upon and sat behind his desk, grateful his erection was now hidden from her view. She watched him with wary eyes, although he wondered if her attraction to him wasn’t all that she was worried about.

“What can I do for you, Mr Dixon?” she asked flicking a piece of imaginary lint from her jeans.

Oh, baby, if you only knew.

Ignoring the ever-increasing pressure in his pants, he laced his fingers and rested his hands on the desk.

“Your son, Daniel—”

“Danny,” she interrupted.

He arched a brow at that interjection. “Danny,” he amended. “I would like to offer him a new position on the team.”

She narrowed her eyes, exposing him to the protective mama bear within. “What?”

“I think he’d be even more explosive as a forward rather than a defenceman. A right wing, to be exact.”

She seemed to mull that over for a moment. Lifting her chin, she met his gaze head on. “Why didn’t you just change him over?”

“I don’t want to get between a mother and her son.” He watched her absorb his words. Her gaze moved around the room. “How long have you been on your own?”

Chaya snapped like an iron rod had replaced her spine. Her gaze glittered as she glared down her pert nose at him.

“That, Mr Dix—”

“Linc. My name is Linc.”

She pursed her lips. “Mr Dixon, my personal life has zero to do with my son’s position on this hockey team.”

“No, it doesn’t. And again, the name is Linc. I’m just curious.”

“Not pertinent,” she snapped, her voice coated in permafrost.

Unintimidated, he rose and moved to stand before her. She lifted her head as she ran her gaze up over his already-hard form. He wanted to crow at the obvious desire glistening in her large eyes. She was as aroused as he was.

He lowered his face parallel to hers, dropped his sight to her full lips, shiny from her moist tongue, and back up again.

“How long, Chaya?” he intoned, allowing his power to leech into his tone, quelling the remaining objections in her mind. “How long since you’ve allowed a man to satisfy your needs?”

Her nostrils flared and her pulse increased. His sexual control wavered.

“How long since a man held you in his arms, cupped your breasts and made love to them?” He paused and leaned close to her ear. “Made love to you.”

She whimpered. A small sound that shot from her throat to his cock. It jerked painfully and he wanted it in her.

“I want to strip you bare, Chaya.”

He drew back and stared into her eyes. Hers were no longer sharp but hazy with desire. Her mouth moved but no sound emerged. He embraced the opportunity, control rapidly decaying, and covered her lips with his.

Soft and pliant, she opened beneath him like a flower unfurled to welcome morning’s rays. His blood sang as the control he’d held onto since first spying her dissipated. With a low growl that reverberated from his gut, he caught her around the waist and lifted her straight up from the chair. The move allowed him to feel all of her curves along his physique.

Hungrily, Linc tore at her mouth, desperate for it all. He backed them against a wall and devoured her, sweeping his tongue through her mouth, searching. Seeking. Conquering.

Chaya responded fully. Her body arched into his, her tongue danced with his and her hands tore at his shoulders through the sweatshirt he wore. He didn’t even hesitate, just blinked away their clothes. Her skin felt flushed but then so did his.

Slower.

The word barely registered with him. So far gone was he in his craze to have this woman that he was taking her like an animal. His thick cock teased the entrance to her pussy, her wetness coating the head as he hesitated. Chaya had a leg hooked around him and her hand curved around his shaft.

He groaned in delirious pleasure. Something as simple as her touch could turn him into a pile of mush.

“Protection,” she whispered, desperation in her tone.

“Taken care of,” he said. He sheathed his cock and embedded himself to the hilt inside Chaya.

“Ahhh!” she cried, her back bowed, pressing her breasts closer to him.

Chaya was tight around him. Blessedly tight. Her body adjusted and cradled him inside her moist heat. She dug her nails into his flesh. Linc gave in to the primitive urges hounding him and took her mouth with desperate fierceness, mimicking with his tongue the penetrating strokes he delivered to her core. Chaya kept up with him, her mewls and cries encouraging him. Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, she took all he had to give and seemed to ask for more.

Time had no meaning. Nothing did but her. She came all over his thrusting cock again and again until he could hold out no longer. A loud roar erupted from him as he gave his finishing stroke and released his seed.

Still buried deep inside her, Linc looked down. Her eyes had that sleepy, contented look. Her lips were kiss-swollen and parted as she panted in sharp, short breaths. Chaya shivered and shook beneath him as her body expressed its exhaustion.

He cupped her face in one hand, tipped her head up and placed one final, tender kiss to her lips, then blinked.

She was gone.

Chapter Two

Chaya stirred and moaned softly. She ached. Not in a bad way—no, in a most wonderful way. For a moment she lay under her thick comforter and just enjoyed the warm glow around her. Then her eyes flew open and she bolted upright in bed.

“Danny!”

Jumping from the cocoon she’d been in, she barely noticed she was completely naked, grabbed her robe from the foot of the bed, and headed for the door, only to stop with her hand on the handle. She remembered now. He was with Willie Chambers and his family for the day.

“Then what am I doing in bed?” She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was afternoon. “I’ve been sleeping all morning?”

Then
he
flashed before her eyes. She ran a hand over her face and groaned. Memories of being taken up against his office wall made her skin prickle and her breath come more sharply.

“Maybe it was a dream,” she murmured to herself as she returned to her bed and started to make it—words she knew to be a lie even as she spoke them. No way in creation could it have been a dream.

So how had she got back home? The last thing she remembered was Linc’s office. Not leaving there, not driving home, and surely not undressing and climbing into bed. Moving stiffly, she headed for the bathroom and took a hot shower, the pounding spray easing her aches a bit.

Cleaning herself, she did her best not to envision Linc’s strong hands touching her. How they’d felt on her breasts and hips as he’d powered deep inside her. Her legs shook as wave after wave of longing hit her and she had to brace herself against the wall to remain upright. Shaky and slightly out of breath, she finished her shower and dried off before dressing.

Chaya tidied up her house and when the time came to leave for her job at the diner she felt more rested than usual.

The place was bustling with the usual Sunday crowd. She waved at Tom before she got to work washing dishes. At one point she looked over her shoulder, expecting to see Linc standing there, for she’d felt the same shiver she normally got when he was there, watching her. But only her co-workers were there.

The busboy had made it in to work, so there was no need for her to leave and help out there—a fact she had mixed feelings about. Part of her wanted to see if Linc was there, while another part was embarrassed by her lack of control with him.

What was I thinking, doing that with Danny’s coach? He must think I’m… How am I going to face him again?

Hell, even now thinking about it made her feel flushed and wanting. Beneath her shirt and apron her nipples tightened to taut points, rubbing tantalisingly against her bra. Moisture gathered between her legs as her body readied itself for another round with Linc.

This didn’t make sense. She ground her jaw and did her best to focus on work, but not even the steam or rebounding water from the power washer could totally distract her from the pleasure she’d experienced that morning.

In an office no less. At the arena.

Mentally chastising herself, she wondered when she’d turned into a wanton. There had been other dates and one other relationship since it had become just her and Danny. The others had merely been nice. But this…Linc…he made her crave things she’d never thought of before.

She jumped at the darkly decadent chuckle in her head and glanced furtively around, but again it was just her at the sinks.

I’m losing it. I’ve officially become wonky.

The rest of her shift didn’t make her feel any better about herself. She imagined she felt his touch. Caressing the back of her neck. Pressed up against her, teasing her intimate folds.

Hell, she damn near came, standing there against the stainless steel sinks. Her nerves were shot when her shift finally ended. Waving to her co-workers, Chaya strode outside and headed for her vehicle.

Two steps away from it, a tall figure stepped from around the hood. So smoothly and so suddenly did he appear that it was as though he’d materialised out of thin air. She gasped and instinctively took a step backwards. Then it dawned on her who it was.

Linc.

Her heart pounded erratically in her chest and she felt an overwhelming urge to run into his arms. Blinking rapidly, she took a deep breath, ignoring his masculine scent.

“You scared me,” she said, gathering her courage to move forward again.

“I wanted to see you.”

No apology for scaring the bejeezus out of her, just a simple statement, as if that explained it all away.

‘I want you again.’

The words, smooth and rich, echoed through her head and she jerked around to see if perhaps he’d moved close enough to whisper in her ear. He hadn’t moved, although his eyes had followed her progress to the door of her SUV.

“What?”

Linc didn’t say a word. His gaze seemed to burn in the low lighting of the back lot. She turned away, suddenly aware of how her body was reacting to being in such close proximity to this man. He looked as dangerously sexy as he had when she’d seen him earlier that day. And, as it had been the first time he’d come into her life, her reaction was powerful and immediate.