The Gamble (Colorado Mountain #1)(124)

His head slanted and his hand tilted mine the other way. Then he kissed me.

Then he got creative, helping me work out my attitude, an endeavor at which he was staggeringly successful for, after we were done, the only attitude I had the energy to adopt was calm and serene.

* * * * *

Max and I made love in the sauna then he took me to the shower to rinse off then he toweled me off then he took me to bed.

He didn’t like it when I put on my undies under the towel and tugged his t-shirt on over it before I pulled it free but when I explained I had never been comfortable sleeping nude, he didn’t say another word.

Then as I lay on my side in bed, he soothed ointment on my scrapes again while I tried with only small success to stay awake.

After he was done, he threw the ointment on the nightstand, turned out the light, tossed the covers over us and pulled me into his arms.

As sleep started its invasion, I snuggled closer and whispered, “I’m sorry your Dad was sick for so much of your life.”

“Sleepy Nina,” he murmured strangely, his hand had gone up the t-shirt and his fingers were drifting along my back. If I wasn’t so sleepy, I would have keenly registered how incredibly nice his hand felt, drifting restfully along my back. Instead, I vaguely registered how incredibly nice his hand felt, drifting restfully along my back.

“What?” I asked.

“Sleepy Nina is Sweet Nina,” he said quietly. “I see I got Sleepy Nina.”

“No,” I told him. “I’m Three Orgasms One in a Sauna Nina. That Nina is always sweet.”

His hand stopped drifting, his arm wrapped around me and he gave me a squeeze.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he muttered while he did and his mutter sounded like it came through a smile.

Sleep kept encroaching and I didn’t have the strength, or will, to fight it.

But, for some reason, my mouth kept talking. “Max?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“You scare me.”

I felt his fingers tighten against my skin before he said, “I know I do.”

“Every day it gets better which makes it worse.”

I felt him give me another squeeze as I pressed closer and wrapped my arm around his belly.

“Quit fightin’ it, it’ll just get better,” Max advised.

I felt my weight settle into him as slumber slid over me.

But even so my mouth kept moving. “What if it doesn’t?”

“Life doesn’t give you promises, baby, I can’t either but we’ll do the best we can.”

“Mm…” Finally, my mouth started to go to sleep too.

But my mind didn’t, not for a few seconds, while his words penetrated.

I didn’t know for sure but I didn’t think I wanted promises, not if they were empty. Honesty felt a whole lot better.

“Sleep, Duchess,” Max urged.

“’Kay.”

I got another squeeze and my mind processed this too, mainly how much I liked it.

“’Night, baby,” Max whispered, rolling toward me and wrapping his other arm around me, holding me close, holding me tight.

“’Night, Max,” I whispered back.

Then I fell asleep in Max’s t-shirt, in Max’s bed, in Max’s house and in Max’s arms and I did it before it fully penetrated my brain how I felt.

Not scared at all.

Chapter Nine

Settling

My eyes drifted open and I saw the wall of Max’s chest.

I was held tight to his side, my cheek on his shoulder and my arm was draped across his belly. It was either dawn or clouds were covering the sun for it was morning and there was light but it wasn’t the sunny Colorado mornings I had swiftly become accustomed to.

It struck me that I felt rested, not like I’d spent the craziest week of my life, but like I’d just had a week on a beach with nothing to do but sit in the sun, read a book and, if the spirit moved me, go play in the water.

And I knew it wasn’t the three orgasms (one in the sauna) that I’d had last night.

It was something else, or a bunch of something elses.

And I knew all of them, every last one and I decided to take that quiet me-awake/Max-asleep morning time, finally, to sift through them in my head.

Those something elses included Max calling me Duchess, not as if he’d christened me that name eight days ago, but like he’d called me that since birth.

And they included Max holding me while I was gripped in a fever, trembling with the chills.

It was Max making me oatmeal and telling me he’d never give me a reason to take a timeout and, if I took it anyway, he’d phone.

It was buffalo burgers and the fact that he ordered them for me, not because he was domineering (or not entirely) but because he knew they were delicious and he wanted to give that to me. Coupled with that, it was the fact that he made sure I had an ale when he found out I didn’t drink lager.

It was Max sharing his beautiful bluff and having his picture taken with me, a picture where he did, indeed, look happy. And so did I.

It was Max teaching Damon a lesson after Damon hit me.

It was him taking care of Mindy, talking to Bitsy for the police, on his back under his Mom’s sink because she needed it fixed.

It was Max hearing me tell Sarah I liked her earrings and going to buy them for me and, after finding out I’d already bought them, bringing home the ring.