Colorado 03 Lady Luck (23 page)

Her body went still in his arms and she
whispered back, “Don’t.”

“I was a dick; I fucked up and hurt
you.”

“Stop it.”

He tightened his arms and pressed his temple
into her hair.

It was soft as well as thick and smelled
fucking great. He wanted his hands in it. He wanted to feel it on
his skin. He wanted to feel it all around as her mouth worked his
cock.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, Lexie,” he murmured
into her hair.

“Please stop it.”

He slid his hand from her arm, up her
shoulder to wrap it around the side of her neck as he slid his
temple down her hair so his lips were at the other side of her
neck.

“You honest to God nearly came with only my
mouth on yours?”

She gave a jerk at his change of subject but
he didn’t let her go, instead, he held her closer.

“Let me go,” she demanded.

“Answer me,” he ordered in return. “All it
took was my mouth?”

“Ty –”

“Answer,” he growled into her skin.

“No,” she hissed. “There was your tongue and
your leg was tangled in mine and you also ran your hand down my
side.”

That was nothing. That was just Lexie,
giving everything, taking nothing.

He smiled into her skin instead of
groaned.

“That’s all?”

“Can you let me go?”

“No,” he answered. “I wanna see what it
takes.”

Her body stilled again. She read him. She
read him clear.

“Ty –” she breathed.

He lifted his lips to her ear and whispered,
“You gonna let me in there?”

“Stop.”

“
Or do I even need to
get
in there?”

“Ty.”

“Maybe I can get you to give me that while
you’re standin’ right here.”

That’s when he felt her shiver.

And that’s when he knew he could.

So that’s why he moved his mouth to her neck
and touched his tongue there.

He felt her shiver again.

“Jesus, baby,” he muttered against her
skin.

“Please,” she whispered.

He trailed his lips along her neck and
asked, “Please what?”

“Let me go.”

“Do anything you ask, ‘cept that.”

She didn’t speak but he felt her chest
rising and falling fast and his mouth worked behind her ear as his
hand at her neck moved down her shoulder, her arm, to stop where
his thumb could stroke the side of her tit.

And it did.

He heard her soft intake of breath but he
didn’t hear the release.

“Breathe, Lexie,” he whispered into her
neck.

“Ty –”

“You gonna give it to me right here?”

“Ty –”

His teeth nipped her skin and he prompted,
“Yes or no, baby.”

Suddenly she moved; twisting in his arms,
his head was forced to go up but it didn’t stay up because both her
hands were at the back of it, pulling it down so his mouth could
hit hers.

But his mouth didn’t hit hers.

Their mouths collided because she was
surging up to meet him.

Her lips opened instantly and just as
instantly, he swept his tongue inside.

Tasting her, Christ, his dick, already hard,
jerked.

He had to have her and he had to keep his
shit together. He didn’t, this could go very badly, not for him,
for her. And he didn’t want that for her.

He twisted, falling back to the couch,
pulling her with him, he landed, she landed on him and he rolled
her immediately so he was on top, slanting his head, taking more,
she arched her back, wrapping a leg around his thigh, her fingers
at his head holding him close, not about to let go.

Fuck, she was hot.

And she wanted him in a bad way.

Testing that theory, he pressed his hips
into hers and she moaned into his mouth.

Yeah. She wanted him in a bad way.

And he had to give it to her, give it to her
before he took anything because he knew, once he got started,
having pussy for the first time in years, that pussy being Lexie’s,
he wouldn’t last long.

He tore his mouth from hers, his hands
moving over her with intent, his lips whispering against hers,
“Baby –”

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands at his
head trying to pull him back, get his mouth, she lifted her head
and he pulled back an inch.

“I’m not stopping, Lexie, but listen,
yeah?”

He watched her face, her eyes hooded, his
hand moved over her stomach, down the front of her shorts and she
licked her lips.

Christ.

Beautiful.

“I’m gonna give it to you,” he murmured.

“Okay,” she breathed.

“No, not like that, first, I’m going to –”
His hand had slid between her legs, over her shorts and he stopped
speaking because her eyes closed, her lips parted and her neck
arched.

Jesus, was she coming?

He cupped her between her legs.

“Baby?”

Her neck righted and her eyes slid half
open. “Why do you keep stopping?” The words were half a breath,
half a snap.

He grinned. “I’m not.”

“You’re not kissing me and you’re not
touching me, how’s that not stopping?”

“Jesus, wildcat, keep your shirt on. I need
to tell you –”

“
Hello? Ty?” she called, arching her back,
pressing her hips in his hand and he felt his hold on his control
slip so he was hanging on by his fingernails. “I don’t
want
to keep my shirt
on.”

“Lexie, you’re not helping.”

“Helping what?”

“Baby, I haven’t had a woman in five years.
This isn’t fuckin’ easy seein’ as all I can think is I wanna bury
myself inside you, good for me but it’s been so long, I take what I
want, it’s not gonna be good for you. You wanna cut me some slack
so I can make sure I see to you before I see to me?”

She blinked. Then her eyes warmed and he
watched, right there, an inch away as she flipped the switch and
her light flooded out, bathing him in brightness.

Then a loud knock came at the door.

She froze under him and he stilled on top
of her. His hand was still between her legs and his cock was still
hard and he was about ten minutes away from finally making his
wife
his
wife
and someone was
knocking on the fucking
door
on
fucking Sunday
morning.

“Jesus, fuck, you gotta be kidding,” he
muttered.

“Ty Walker! Carnal Police. Need a word.”

The limbs Lexie had around him tightened but
his head turned to look at the back of the couch.

He didn’t see couch. He saw red.

“
Jesus,
fuck
, you gotta be
fucking kidding,
” he clipped then knifed off his wife.

“Ty, let me get it,” she called from behind
him.

“I got it,” he growled, prowling to the
door.

“No, honey, please.” He heard her, she was
up and on the move, he could tell by the way her feet hit the floor
that she was rushing. “You need to let me get it.”

He didn’t let her get it. He walked to the
door and tore it open.

Then he saw him.

Fucking
motherfucker.

“What?” he clipped and then he felt her at
his back, close, pressing her body to him, just to the side so she
could peer around.

“You’re home,” good old boy, asshole, so
fucking dirty he was filthy cop, Officer Rowdy Crabtree noted.

“Yeah, you’ve known that awhile, Rowdy,
seein’ as you followed us to Carnal from the Colorado state
line.”

He felt Lexie press closer to his back.

Rowdy didn’t respond, his eyes moved to
Lexie who was peeking around his side.

“Mrs. Walker, nice to meet you, ma’am,” he
stated, dipping his chin.

Motherfucker.

“Uh… hi,” she said softly.

Rowdy’s eyes tipped up to Walker’s.

“Pretty. You get her off the internet, order
her from prison or somethin’?”

Motherfucker.

Walker locked it down and asked, “You here
for a reason, Rowdy?”

Rowdy nodded his head. “Yup. Just stopped
by, makin’ sure you checked in with your parole officer.”

“Think maybe you could ask my parole officer
that?” Walker asked.

“
Didn’t think a’ that.”

“Well, you did, you’d find out from him that
I did.”

“Well, that’s fine. Wouldn’t want you
steppin’ outta line, doin’ somethin’ stupid, needin’ to go back and
finish your time.”

There it was. Under their thumb. He went
right to it. Didn’t even beat around the bush.

Fuck.

“Got a wife. Got a job. Got a life I’m
pickin’ up, Rowdy. Just seein’ to my business and mindin’ only my
own. Might wanna try that sometime,” Walker returned.

“Not possible for me, seein’ as I’m an
officer of the law. Sometimes I need to stick my nose places,”
Rowdy replied.

“Careful of that,” Walker said low.
“Junkyard dogs might bite it off.”

His chest puffed up and he leaned in half an
inch. “That a threat, inmate Walker?”

“Not an inmate anymore. I’m free. Hooked up
with my parole officer. Hooked up with a job. Got a wife who knows
my every move. Not gonna step out of line. Someone thinks I do,
sees somethin’ they didn’t really see, got someone at my back to
tell it as it is.”

And there he was. Right into it. Not beating
around the bush.

And Lexie heard.

And she understood.

He knew this because she froze solid behind
him.

Lexie got it, Rowdy, being Rowdy,
didn’t.

“Just doin’ the good citizens of Carnal a
favor, visitin’ a new ex-con who lives local, makin’ sure he knows
he needs to mind his P’s and Q’s.”

“Did you say ‘mind his P’s and Q’s’?”

That came from Lexie.

Walker looked down at her but not before he
caught Rowdy’s eyes slice to her.

“That’s what I said, ma’am.”

“Okay,” she whispered but the switch was
flipped, the light flooding out even though he couldn’t see her
face fully as it wasn’t tipped to him.

Then she tipped it to him and he saw her
eyes were dancing.

Then she full out smiled.

“P’s and Q’s,” she whispered and he felt her
body start shaking against his and he knew she was about half a
second away from bursting out laughing.

“Babe, get a handle on it,” he warned.

“Okay,” she choked out then her face
disappeared because she shifted so she could shove it in his
back.

Then he heard her snort.

Fuck. She was a goof.

He looked at Rowdy who clearly didn’t like
being laughed at.

“My wife’s a goof,” he explained, that got
another snort and he felt her fingers fisting in his sweaty tee at
the back.

“Not sure what’s funny here, Walker, this
shit’s serious business,” Rowdy snapped and then Lexie suddenly
wasn’t at his back anymore.

She was at his side.

And she was no longer amused.

“You’re right. There’s nothing funny about a
police officer showing up on Sunday morning on the doorstep of a
man who did his time and is trying to get on with his life, simply,
it would seem, to harass and threaten him. That isn’t funny.”

“Lex,” Walker whispered, sliding an arm
around her shoulders and pulling her into his side.

She didn’t take his warning. She kept
throwing sass.

“And, by the way, the good citizens of
Carnal threw a huge-ass welcome home party for Ty when he got back.
They know he’s here and they’re happy he’s home. So, I don’t think
you have to worry too much about the good citizens of Carnal. I
expect they don’t need your kind of favors.”

Fuck.

“Lexie, shut it,” he growled and her head
shot back so she could look up at him.

“
Well, it’s
my
Sunday too and Sunday’s are good days and he’s ruining it.
It’s still morning! He’s ruining it right off the bat,” she
snapped.

“Lexie.”

“It’s true.”

“Yeah, babe, but get a handle on it. You
stop yappin’, he’ll be gone and we can get on with what we were
doin’.”

Color hit her cheeks, her mouth formed the
letter and said the word, “Oh,” softly then she shut it and looked
to Rowdy.

So did Walker. “We done?”

Rowdy scowled at him. “I think you get
me.”

“You’re not talkin’ in code though you think
you are. I get you.”

Rowdy continued to scowl at him. Then he
scowled at Lexie. Then he stomped to the steps.

Walker shut the door and locked it.

Lexie pulled out from his under his arm,
took three steps back as he turned and the minute his eyes hit
hers, she whispered, “Got a wife who knows your every move?”

He didn’t answer that. Instead he crossed
his arms on his chest and advised, “Promised none of my shit would
blow back on you. I can deliver on that but I see you gotta help me
do it and the way you can help me is not gettin’ in these
motherfuckers’ faces and settin’ yourself up as a target. News,
Lexie, no man likes a woman laughin’ at him. More news, that man’s
an ugly fuck who’d thank his lucky stars he dips his wick in skank
pussy, he’ll like it even less when the woman laughin’ at him looks
like you.”

She ignored that and repeated, “Got a wife
who knows your every move?”

Walker remained silent.

She stared at him.

Then she said, “He’s dirty.”

Walker didn’t reply.

Lexie kept going by guessing wrong, “He’s
the one who lost to you at poker.”

Walker still didn’t speak.

Lexie did. “You’re paying fifty grand for an
alibi.”

Yep. He was right. She caught it.

He again didn’t speak.

She again stared at him.

Then he watched her pull in a deep breath
and when she let it go, she spoke softly.

“This is the only time I’ll ask, the only
chance you’ll get to tell me. You think it’s not my business, I’ll
know where I stand.”