Lady Luck (Colorado Mountain #3)(36)
“I’m to say it because last night he saw you watchin’ me lose, your face givin’ it away that you didn’t know that was the way I was playin’ it but you still laid your jewelry at my side without hesitation and kissed my jaw before you walked away. He saw a woman take her man’s back. He’s a guy who’s got no shot at findin’ a woman like that because the women that gravitate toward men like him are not your kind of woman. And he wants what I got. And I showed him that. So, he might like what he sees by the pool but he took a shot at it because I showed him what’s behind the tits, ass and legs. He can get tits, ass and legs anytime he wants. What he can’t get is what’s behind yours.”
There it was again. A Ty-style compliment that couldn’t be beat.
“Ty,” I whispered.
“It won’t happen again.”
“Okay but you need to know, I’m not mad at you for that. I don’t even care about that. I’m not actually mad at you about anything. I really am hungry and wanted to have breakfast with you.”
“Okay, I know what you need me to know but I need to know you get it that it won’t happen again.”
Good. Clean. Right.
Right there. In front of me.
Shit.
“I get it,” I said softly.
His hand dropped.
I instantly missed it.
“Okay,” he said and took a step back so my hand had to drop. “Get in the shower. I’ll order room service and get you fed. While you eat, we’ll decide what we’re gonna do on your vacation day.”
I nodded but asked, “Are you going to let me pick what I want for breakfast?”
And again, he gave me a gift. His lips tipped up a half a centimeter.
Then he replied, “You didn’t let me pick my coffee.”
So maybe he also had a sense of humor.
Good.
One step closer to knowing what I thought he was was real. An important one.
“Fair enough,” I muttered, smiling at my feet and turning to my bag.
He got on the phone and I gathered my stuff as I listened to him ordering me blueberry pancakes which sounded really good. Then again, I was super hungry so pretty much anything would sound really good.
Then I went into the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the shower.
In the shower, I listened and heard the TV even over the water.
So I knew a door, a wall, a shower and the TV would drown out me doing what I needed to do.
So I did it.
After, I felt much better.
Even so, I knew what would make me feel even better.
But I wasn’t going to go there.
Not yet.
* * * * *
Ty
Ty lounged on the bed, eyes on the TV and mind in the shower.
That was how he heard it when Lexie made herself come. It surprised him, he wasn’t expecting it; the noise was slight but also unmistakable and unbelievably hot.
He closed his eyes and muttered, “Fuck.”
Then a knock came at the door.
His wife’s breakfast.
Chapter Six
Amos Moses
Ty
“Amie, what you wanna do…”
The Charger was growling down the highway, the sun shining bright, Lexie sitting beside him, hair flying all around her face, feet to the dash, knees bent near to her chest, heels popping up, legs swaying, hands on her thighs slapping, mouth open singing some hick-ass, country rock song at the top of her lungs which was the only way he could hear her considering that shit coming from her iPod connected to the car stereo was blasting out the speakers.
It was day two of their road trip and they were two hours out of Carnal. The drive from Vegas was a one day haul but she’d wanted to take a detour and spend the night in Moab.
And, seeing as he was currently thinking with his dick, he’d given her what she wanted.
Thinking on it, after she told him she wanted to have breakfast with her husband, he would have given it to her. But after spending her vacation day in Vegas with her, he would have walked to Moab at her side if she’d asked.
It was official. He was f**ked.
As they talked about what to do while she stuffed her face with blueberry pancakes after her shower, all the shit she wanted to do in Vegas he did not want to do but then she dropped the bomb that she’d never been to Vegas. Then she’d dropped the bomb that, the day before she picked him up from prison, she’d taken her first trip to a beach. Then she’d dropped the bomb that, although her job took her to LA and NYC for buying trips, she’d had her promotion to head buyer for only a year which was when she started travelling for work, these trips were manic and she had zero time to sightsee. Further, considering she was hooked up with Ronnie, they didn’t enjoy romantic couple’s retreats at exotic locales. Pimps, apparently, didn’t get vacation time. The only other places she’d been were Austin, Texas when she went on a very long joyride in her twenties with Bessie and Atlanta, Georgia where Ronnie’s people were from and where they’d sometimes spend Thanksgiving or Christmas.
So he’d followed her ass to f**king M&M World and dealt with her crushing disappointment that the Star Trek Experience had closed down. They’d stood in the heat three times to watch the Bellagio fountains spraying to music. They’d toured casino after casino, she’d played kids video games (not adult gambling video games) while he watched, she’d scoured gift shops giggling herself stupid half the time and pretend begging him to buy her tacky crap (and, when she wasn’t looking, he did, buying her a T-shirt at Paris Las Vegas and a snow globe at Treasure Island both of which, he made certain to note for future reference, when he gave them to her, she was more excited about than the diamonds) and they’d walked up one side and down the other of practically the whole f**king Strip after the sun set so she could take in the lights and the sights.