Lady Luck (Colorado Mountain #3)(98)
“Doesn’t bring back five years.”
“No,” Julius agreed. “But the real you got that’s solid and races to you practically the minute you get home, presses close even though you’re still wet with sweat from the gym like she don’t even notice, your name clear, restitution is a gift for her. Gives back a little of what she’s givin’ you.”
“She didn’t do five years,” Walker replied.
“No,” Julius again agreed and looked back to the view.
“She’s with me on this, brother,” Walker stated quietly.
“So am I,” Julius returned just as quietly. “Whatever you do, I’m with you. You don’t wanna sit back and hope this brown boy from Texas can make another miracle for you, I don’t blame you. I’m just sayin’.”
“I hear you,” Walker whispered.
He’d just said the last word when they heard, “All right boys, soup’s on,” and they both turned to see Lexie standing in the opened door. “Give me drink orders and head out to the back deck. Serve it up, it’s waiting.”
Walker pushed away from the railing, feeling Julius follow him.
“Beer, babe,” he said, moving to her.
She nodded on a grin up at him then her eyes moved beyond him to Julius. “You need a refresh?”
“Yeah, woman,” Julius replied.
She grinned at him, turned and lifted her face when Walker got close, he gave her what she didn’t verbally ask for but he knew she wanted, bent and touched his mouth to hers.
Then he moved beyond her into the house.
Julius followed.
When he hit kitchen, he looked back to see she was returning to the house after collecting his cup and Julius’s empty.
And seeing that, Julius’s words hit his brain.
Gives back a little of what she’s givin’ you.
Fuck.
He set it aside and walked out to the back deck to see she’d put out placemats, cloth napkins, plates, cutlery and she’d lit little, squat candles around the base of the umbrella. Some of these were recent additions she’d bought when she was with her girls, getting it in order to make a nicer table.
And there was also the food, fried pork chops, mashed potatoes, gravy, greens and rolls.
A celebration for Julius, the best she could do with no notice and it was obviously still really f**king good.
Gives back a little of what she’s givin’ you.
Fuck.
He again put that aside and sat, Julius sat opposite and Lexie came out with three beers, announcing, “Apple pie and ice cream after dinner. It’s a frozen one but it’s a good one.” Her eyes came to Walker and she gave him a smile. “Luckily, went to the store on my way home from the salon before Julius showed.” She sat between them and her eyes went to Julius. “He works out loads but my man has got a sweet tooth. Can’t keep stocked.”
“Not big on desserts inside,” Julius told her as a joke but saw his mistake immediately when the shadow crossed Lexie’s face. Therefore he instantly muttered, “Sorry, baby doll.”
She pushed through it, declaring, “That’s why I keep stocked.”
Julius studied her a moment before he grinned.
Walker let him have her return smile before he shot his hand out, caught his wife behind the neck and pulled her to him. Her head turned as he moved her and he caught her mouth just in time. No touch, he wanted a taste and the minute he started opening his lips, she felt it, opened hers and gave him one. He touched the tip of his tongue to hers and let her go.
Her smile for him was a f**kuva a lot better.
Then he grabbed the platter of pork chops and handed it across to his brother.
* * * * *
Walker slid his hand from his wife’s hip, over her ass, down her spine to the middle of her back and pressed in. He didn’t have to press hard, she gave him what he wanted instantly, her back arched, her arms slid out in front of her, her torso pressed into the bed and her ass tipped higher toward the ceiling, allowing him deeper access.
Yeah, she offered her pu**y any way he wanted, not even a noise of protest.
Lexie was on her knees, those knees at the edge of the bed. He was on his feet beside it, powering inside her, rough, hard, nearly brutal. He hadn’t had this for two weeks, he was taking it and there she was in front of him, his wildcat, so f**king wet she was drenched, so tight, so sweet, loving every second of it.
He knew this to be true when the sweet, sexy noises she was making changed, went from pleasure to desperation. She was close, it was almost on her.
He pulled out and instantly her head flew back, her neck twisting at the same time.
“Don’t stop, baby,” she whispered, that same desperation in her tone.
He bent forward, his hand in her back slid around her ribs to the front, he pulled her up and turned her to face him, his arm around her back now going down over her ass. He lifted her up and her arms circled his shoulders, her head tipped down, her mouth finding his, her tongue sliding inside.
He put a knee to the bed, her legs circled his hips, the other knee went in and once he was in, he fell forward, taking her to her back. Then, their mouths still connected, their tongues tangled, he surged back inside.
He lost her mouth when her neck arched.
Fuck, but his wife liked his cock.
He got up on a forearm in the bed, tipped his body slightly to the side and kept thrusting deep and hard, his eyes on her, his other hand gliding up her body to wrap around the side of her neck. Her head righted and her eyes found his.