Linc And Raven: Forbidden Part 3

He runs his hands through his hair nervously, which I find hilarious since he's Mr. c.o.c.ky every other second of his life. He cautiously steps farther into the bathroom, retrieving my towel from the hook on the back of the door, and holds it out to me. Turning around, I shut the water off before popping my arm out and taking the towel from him.

I notice his eyes keep sliding down my body, taking me in as I wrap the towel around myself and tuck the corner of it between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as I step out of the shower.

My body flushes with heat and my s.e.x clenches as his eyes roam over my body, which is soaking wet from the shower and from the naughty thoughts flooding my mind right now.

Leaning against the wall, he runs his hands over his face before finally telling me, "We somehow got onto the topic of exes last night and you mentioned your ex was in Cabo with a bunch of your friends. You went on and on about how it was all Vivian's fault because she insisted you come here. But if you want my opinion, you're better off without him. If he can so easily toss you aside like yesterday's trash over you returning home for break, he's a douchebag, plain and simple."

Hmmm. So we have a case of the a.s.shole calling the douchebag black? Funny, I remember Linc breaking quite a few hearts over the years since I've known him. All of a sudden, he's feeling sympathetic towards a woman?

"G.o.d. I cannot believe I blurted all that out to everyone. I have a problem that when I drink, anything and everything can come from my mouth."

I laugh inside and have to cover my mouth to hide my smile when I hear a low growl resonate in Linc's throat and notice him adjust himself through his jeans.

"Wow. Sorry, that sounded really dirty. I think I should just shut up now." I let out a nervous laugh as I hug my body tighter.

"Yeah, well, anyways-Heath proceeded to demand I tell him who I was and where you were. Going on and on about how he needed to speak to you. And well...I kind of told him you were too exhausted from the mind-blowing s.e.x we just had that you were incoherent and unable to come to the phone right now. I figured it was the least I could do to get back at the a.s.shole for treating you like he did."

Oh. My. G.o.d. I thought I was blushing a few seconds ago. I think my face is practically on fire right now it's so f.u.c.king red!

I choke on my words as I try to speak. "You...said...what?"

Linc lets out a deep, way-too-s.e.xy chuckle as he runs his fingers through his hair again. "I think it's safe to say he won't be calling you anymore. He was f.u.c.king ripping on the phone. It was rather comical. Mac and Tyler got a good laugh out of it. They thought it was the perfect thing to do to the a.s.shole."

"You did this in front of your friends?!" I squeak out, whipping my hand out in front of me as I point towards the wall that leads towards the backyard. In the process, the movement causes my towel to slip slightly, exposing the swells of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Linc's eyes instinctively go straight to my chest. What guy's eyes wouldn't go to a girl's b.o.o.bs if they're about to fall out of a towel?

I quickly catch it with my other arm and push past Linc into my bedroom, needing to get out of that bathroom, which was beginning to feel claustrophobic.

Following me to my room, Linc stops only a few inches from me. I back into my dresser, trying to put a few inches between us so I can try to catch my breath.

Not allowing me to have a safe distance between us, Linc steps closer to me to the point that we are now toe-to-toe. My lungs are burning as I try to force them to work. My mouth parts slightly as I attempt to inhale a gulp of air.

"Thanks for helping with Heath. Even if you did go way over the line with the whole s.e.x thing...but seeing that Facebook has been filled with pictures of him with a lot of random, gorgeous women, he deserves everything you gave him. But I want you to understand that if you answer my phone again, I'll snap your fingers." I try my best to look angry, but I'm failing terribly, because the only look I have right now is a 'f.u.c.k me now please' look as I slouch against the dresser for support.

A s.e.xy smirk curls up the corner of Linc's lips as he brings his hand up to my left arm, slowly tracing his fingers up my shoulder and along my collarbone before stopping to cup my face with his hand, resting it just below my ear. I exhale a slow, shaky breath as my entire body shakes with desire and my senses shoot into overdrive.

His cologne is blanketing my body as the smell of it sends a warmth cascading over every inch of me. He smells like s.e.x and sin. I find myself practically panting with want as he presses his body against mine, revealing to me a very nice-sized erection bulging through his jeans.

"You're welcome." Leaning into me, I feel his warm breath on my ear as he whispers, "I'd really like to see you try to bust my fingers, Spitfire. Preferably in your bed." His voice is laced with s.e.x as it takes on a deliciously raspy tone.

My heart literally stops. In. My. f.u.c.king. Chest. Then kickstarts again as my knees buckle beneath me.

I bring a hand up to his chest, pressing my palm firmly against it before slowly sliding it down a few inches and fisting his t-shirt, tugging him closer to me. His hands come to rest on my hips as he tightens his grip and lifts me effortlessly into the air before slamming my a.s.s down onto my dresser.

"Whoa!" I squeal with surprise as my bare a.s.s. .h.i.ts the cold wood.

His tongue darts out of his mouth and slowly slides between his lips, making my s.e.x clench as thoughts of him using that tongue between my legs invades my thoughts.

He towers over me a good eight inches or so, but at this level, his erection is pressing perfectly through his jeans into my bare skin, teasing my c.l.i.t and making my body ache for an o.r.g.a.s.m as he slides between my now spread legs.

"f.u.c.k. The things I want to do to you," he murmurs as his hands work their way back up to my face.

This whole seducing thing is working out even faster than I thought.

I keep my grip on my towel as I continue to pull on Linc's shirt with my other hand, yanking him to me. "Like what?" I ask seductively.

He lets out another low growl as his eyes burn into mine. "I'm not sure you can handle me, Spitfire. Once I start, I don't stop-so you better think long and hard about what you're asking me."

Holy. f.u.c.k.

I think my towel is most certainly soaking wet from how turned on I am right now. Linc has to be the hottest, most irresistible a.s.shole I've ever met. He's c.o.c.ky as f.u.c.k, but he has the d.i.c.k and the reputation to back it up.

The feel of his lips on my skin short circuits my brain momentarily as they kiss a path from my right breast to my left. It feels like hot pokers branding my skin with every press of his lips against my flesh.

"Mmmm." A soft moan leaves my lips as he rocks his hips in between my legs, teasing my c.l.i.t with the hard roughness of his c.o.c.k pressing against his jeans.

Nipping at my skin, he whispers, "Your body is screaming to be f.u.c.ked, Raven. But I won't touch you until you tell me with that spitfire mouth of your that you want me to f.u.c.k you."

The sound of The Neighbourhood's Sweater Weather playing from the bathroom consumes me, blending with the feeling of Linc's mouth and hands on my body. It's hypnotic; I feel as if I'm floating outside of myself as Linc captivates my body, making it succ.u.mb to his every touch, kiss, and caress.

I'm just about to resort to begging him very vocally to shut up and f.u.c.k me, but a knock at my bedroom door shatters our moment into a million tiny pieces.

"f.u.c.k..." Linc curses under his breath as he pushes away from me so fast you'd think he'd burned himself touching me.

"Linc, you still in there, man?" I hear the familiar voice of Tyler through the door.

"s.h.i.t. If he knows I'm still in here, he'll think something's up. f.u.c.k," he curses again as he paces in front of me, fisting his hair.

Pushing my way around him, I pad across my room to the door. Whipping it open, I put on my best p.i.s.sed-off face and point my hand towards Linc, who looks almost physically sick.

Ugh! He's seriously the biggest a.s.shole on the G.o.dd.a.m.n planet!

The thought of his friends knowing that he wanted to f.u.c.k me two seconds ago is so d.a.m.n bad that it makes him physically sick?

Why does my body want this douchebag?

Why did I agree to this fricking bet?

I'm so mad that I'm five seconds away from taking matters into my own hands and slapping some sense into myself.

"The a.s.shole's right over there. Now, please take his sorry a.s.s back downstairs with you before I toss him out of my f.u.c.king window."

I'm seething. Tyler, of course, a.s.sumes it's because of Linc answering my phone and pulling his little stunt with Heath. But in all reality, I'm thrilled he did it. Serves Heath right. The jerk dumps me, hooks up with girls in Cabo, and then calls me for what? More than likely to ask me to take his sorry a.s.s back. I think not.

I'm teeming right now, because my brain is screaming, Kick Linc in the hard-on that was just teasing you through his jeans, while my body is shouting, Slam the door in Tyler's face, and then tackle Linc's a.s.s and make him show you just how good he is in bed.

"You gotta admit what Linc did was f.u.c.king funny as s.h.i.t," Tyler says with an amused tone as Linc stalks past me out into the hallway to join him on the other side of my bedroom door.

Laughing sarcastically, I say, "Yeah, it was fricking hilarious. See? I'm still laughing." Pointing at my mouth, I let out another sarcastic giggle before slamming the door in their faces. I shout through the door, "Now let me get dressed in peace! And in case you need another reminder, keep your hands off of my phone, jacka.s.s!"

My chest is heaving as I fall against the door and listen as their footsteps fade away down the hall.

If I were smart, I would've taken my mother's offer to fly far away from this house and Linc, but instead, I find myself trapped in this house with him and torn between hating him and wanting him more than I've ever wanted anyone in my life.

d.a.m.n you, Tessa.

Hump day has official blown because there has been absolutely no humping going on. At least, not for me. I was close. So d.a.m.n close to sealing the deal with Linc. Then Tyler had to come knocking on the door. It was crazy of us to even go that far with all of his friends downstairs, but at that moment, no one mattered. All I cared about was Linc and his magical d.i.c.k that has been deemed the best by anyone who's been with him.

I've heard enough stories to know he ruins every woman who experiences a wild night of meaningless s.e.x with him. I will be one of those women before I return to school.

While out to dinner, Heath called my phone two more times, and each time, I let it go directly to voicemail. Of course, I caved and listened to them after leaving dinner with my friends. He was drunk and extremely p.i.s.sed off. I've never heard so many cuss words come from his mouth at once. He has a lot of nerve calling me, b.i.t.c.hing me out because a guy answered my phone. He broke up with me, which he seems to forget, and he hasn't looked too heartbroken over it either while partying it up in Cabo.

When I got home, Linc was gone, leaving me in a big empty house with nothing to do. I told Tessa I'd come home alone because I a.s.sumed maybe he'd be here, and I could kick my 'seduce Linc' plan into high gear.

With everything happening today, I a.s.sumed he'd be here too, waiting for me. He's been here the last two nights, and, of course, after almost f.u.c.king me on my bedroom dresser, he pulls a disappearing act.

The craziest part is the thought of him being out with another girl drives me insane when normally I couldn't care less who he is or isn't banging. But after what happened today, I find myself hating the idea of him being with anyone but me.

Not long after I walked through the door, my phone started ringing again, but this time, it was my father thankfully, and not Heath. We talked on the phone for almost twenty minutes as we caught up. We made plans for brunch at the country club Sat.u.r.day, and a few games of tennis. I've missed my dad. So it'll be nice to spend the day with him. He works long hours during the week, so I haven't had a chance to see him since I flew in.

It's now two in the morning, and I'm lying on the couch, snacking on popcorn and watching a Pretty Little Liars marathon to try and pa.s.s the time. Tessa sent me a text earlier asking if Linc had come home yet, and that was almost an hour ago. I replied back with a simple NO and left it at that because I'm too p.i.s.sed off to talk about that piece of s.h.i.t right now.

The sound of a car pulling up snaps me out of my sleepy daze, and I jump up off of the couch and run to the window to look out and see if Linc's alone or not. I watch as he opens his door, and the second he does, the inside of his Range Rover lights up, illuminating a blonde-haired girl in the pa.s.senger seat who looks like one of the girls who was here this afternoon.

"You've got to be kidding me."

I can't believe after what happened today he'd bring one of those girls back here for the night!

He's dressed in navy slacks, and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his ma.s.sive Rolex, while the blonde he's with is in sky-high heels, black leather pants, and a sequin tank top with some feather-looking coat thing on. I wonder how many crows Cruella Deville had to kill to make that hideous looking thing?

I climb back onto the couch and cover up with the throw blanket before they enter the house. I'm in a boyfriend tank and yoga pants since I a.s.sumed he wasn't coming home. If I'd known, I would've put on something a little more revealing, especially since he brought a girl home.

I grab my cell off of the coffee table and pull up Tessa.

Me: OMG! Douchebag is home & not alone.

Not five seconds later, it shows my text as being read, and I watch the tiny gray bubble notify me that Tessa is writing me back as Linc and Blondie come down the hallway. They glance at me, but neither says a word before disappearing into the kitchen. I hear gla.s.ses clinking together and m.u.f.fled voices talking softly before they come back out with a bottle of wine and two wine gla.s.ses and disappear upstairs.

Tessa: U have got 2 be kidding me! U need 2 think fast & sabotage the a.s.shole's night b4 he screws her!

How the h.e.l.l am I going to sabotage their evening?

There's nothing I can do except interrupt them like he did Nathan and me last night. "Ughh." I slam my fist down into the couch cushion, letting out my frustration on the furniture because Linc isn't down here for me to smack the c.r.a.p out of.

Why are guys such pigs? I thought this would be easy, but now he's gone and thrown a wrench in my d.a.m.n plan by bringing a girl home. I fly back to Long Beach Sunday afternoon. I'm running out of time. I will not lose this bet. I need to think and try to come up with something that'll ruin their romantic little evening and send this chick back to the s.k.a.n.k hole she crawled out of.

Me: I think I have an idea. Text u later!

I toss my phone down onto the couch and begin channeling my inner actress-I took drama in high school. I've so got this!-I run up the stairs screaming b.l.o.o.d.y murder. "Oooh, my G.o.d! Ooooh, my G.o.d! Linc! Ahhhhhh..."

I'm screaming so loud my throat is burning, but I continue screaming until I get to his bedroom door. I go to bang my hand against the door, but before I can, the door flies open with Linc barreling out of the room, crashing into me.

"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 d.a.m.n 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 f.u.c.king house over a d.a.m.n rodent?"

Resting my hands on my hips, I lean toward him, and with annoyance dripping from my words, I fire back at him, "Yes, a.s.shole! 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 f.u.c.king mouse."

Linc follows me downstairs, not speaking a word to me the entire time. I take extra care to twitch my yoga pants-covered a.s.s 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 d.a.m.n mouse. It's three in the morning, Raven. I'm exhausted, and now I have to go to bed with blue b.a.l.l.s 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 f.u.c.king 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! h.e.l.lo, 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 d.a.m.n 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, s.h.i.t. 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.