Lady Luck (Colorado Mountain #3)(119)

“Fell in love with you when I opened my eyes in Vegas, turned in bed and saw you put my bouquet in a vase.”

Fuck him.

Fuck… him.

“Shut it, mama.” He was still whispering.

“At the pool, when you showed, my day started.”

His arms now gave her a warning squeeze.

“Shut it,” he growled.

“Sitting at the breakfast table, seeing your wedding ring, being able to really look at it on your finger up close for the first time, I had to touch it so I could remind myself I was the one who got to put it there.”

Fuck.

Him.

“Shut it.” This time, it was a rumble.

“The next morning, when you didn’t show at the pool, I had to find you so I could start my day.”

He rolled and shifted until he was on top of her and he repeated, “Shut it.”

“Six weeks without you, I’d wake up and hours later go to sleep and not once did my day dawn.”

“Baby, shut… it.”

“You took the shadow off my world.”

All right, his woman wasn’t going to shut it; he was going to shut it for her.

So he set about doing that.

And when she was reduced to making nothing but those sexy-as-hell noises in the back of her throat each time his slowly slid his c**k in and filled her then whimpered when he slowly slid it out, he was again ready to talk.

But he was going to be doing the talking.

“Look at me,” he ordered after filling his wife with him, his voice thick and her closed eyes instantly opened, the small arch she had in her neck righting and he had her attention. “I don’t give a f**k we’re both still raw. I don’t give a f**k, even without that, we’re still new. I don’t give a f**k we got shit out there pressing in; I wanna plant my baby in you.”

One of her feet was in the couch, the other leg wrapped around the back of his thigh, both arms were around him, hands roaming but at his words, both legs curved around his h*ps and both arms went tight.

And he had his answer.

“Ty,” she breathed.

“We both know we got no time to waste.”

One of her hands slid up to wrap around the back of his head.

Then, pure Lexie, no bullshit, no hesitation, she gave even though he already knew he had what he wanted, but even if she said no, he was lying on top of the only thing in the world he every truly wanted and she was filled with his cock.

“Okay,” she whispered.

“You go off the pill tomorrow,” he ordered and she instantly nodded.

Pure Lexie, no bullshit, no hesitation, she gave.

Instantly.

He grinned at her. His woman grinned back.

Then he slowly pulled out and slid back in again as he watched her eyes drift closed.

Then he dropped his head and kept going slow, but, lips to her ear, he asked, “How many you want?”

“Four,” she answered immediately and he quit moving, luckily on an inward glide and his head came up.

“Four?” he asked.

“Four,” Lexie answered.

“Four kids?” he added detail in order to confirm.

She grinned again. “Four kids.”

“Shit, mama, good thing we’re gettin’ started tomorrow.”

She giggled.

Walker didn’t watch. He dropped his head so he could feel her laughter on his tongue.

Then he felt her laughter on his tongue.

Then her laughter stopped because he again got busy.

Chapter Sixteen

Official Steel Magnolia’s Rulebook

Ty

Ty was still brushing his teeth when Lexie finished, spit, rinsed, reached and shoved her toothbrush back in the holder affixed to the wall between their two basins. Then she took a side step closer to him and he watched in the mirror as her head bent and she dug into some flowered bag that was sitting on the counter between their sinks. She pulled out a pale pink, round case, turned and walked into the little room with the toilet. He heard something small splash into the toilet and again and again and again and this went on awhile. Then she turned, walked out of that little room, dropped the case in the small trash bin and her eyes slid to his in the mirror.

Then she grinned.

Then she reached into the shower stall and turned on the water, tugged off his tee she wore to bed and shimmied out of her panties. Then she stepped in.

He bent his neck, spit, rinsed, reached and shoved his toothbrush opposite Lexie’s in the holder.

Then he moved to the shower.

* * * * *

Ty was standing with a hip against the counter, bowl of sliced bananas, cut strawberries and yogurt held up in front of him, spoon in his other hand shoveling the food into his mouth.

His eyes were on his woman who was back in his tee and a clean pair of panties, hair wet, combed back but drying fast and wavy in the Colorado air. She was filling a travel mug of coffee for him at the same time eyeing the dirty dishes, the stains and crumbs on the countertops and the piles of mail all the while looking like she wished she could stop eyeing them.

Before she left, there was a time or two when he came home when their bed wasn’t made but this was rare; a time or two when she’d done a half-assed job of it, yanking up the covers, fluffing pillows and tossing them wherever they’d land but this last was more than he’d ever do. A couple of days would go by where their clothes would remain on the floor where they’d discarded them or tossed them in the preliminaries to f**king. A week might go by where she’d let mail stack up on the side kitchen counter. A few times, she’d leave the dishes in the sink and do them the next morning.