Colorado 03 Lady Luck (27 page)

“Whatever you want,” I breathed, I felt the
tip of him, my thighs quivered in anticipation then his arm drove
me down so I was full of him.

Oh yes.
Yes.

My head fell back and I gasped.

Then I tried to move but his arm stayed
tight around me, keeping me impaled.

My head righted. “I have to move,” I
whispered.

“
You take it like I give it then
I
take,” he rumbled then his hand
was back between us and his thumb was at my clit.

I sucked in breath and my head fell forward,
my forehead colliding with his, my arms circling his shoulders.

Oh, God. That was good. That was
unbelievably fucking good.

But I had to move.

“Honey, please, I have to move,” I begged,
my head shifting so my mouth was on his but I couldn’t kiss him, I
was breathing too heavy, fighting his arm, trying to slide up.

“You wanted me inside, baby, I’m inside.”
His voice was thick, tight, hoarse.

He was, deep inside, so much of him, his
thumb…

I made a sharp noise as I felt it starting
and my body started bucking against his before it started then it
happened and I arched back, crying out.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Like everything Ty.

Then I was on my back and Ty was driving
deep, fast, hard, grunting with each stroke, oh God…
phenomenal.

My orgasm washed out slowly, taking its
time, my hands moved over his skin, my legs shifted around him. He
caught one behind the back of the knee and yanked it high then
pounded deeper.

I moaned.

He went up on his other hand in the bed,
looked down at our bodies, our connection, his thrusting cock then
his eyes came to my face, he fell down to his forearm, keeping my
other leg held high as he held my eyes and I breathed heavy as I
listened to his grunts.

Then the power behind his thrusts magnified,
I knew it was coming, he was going to give it to me, my arms around
him tightened, pulling myself up, my hand went to the back of his
head and I tugged it down to me and took the force of his groan in
my mouth.

He kept moving inside me, kept my leg up as
his climax moved through him and then his tongue slid inside my
mouth, he swung my leg around his waist and gave me more of his
weight as he kissed me, deep, hard and sweet.

Then he slid in to the root, his arm in the
bed moved up so his fingers could sift into my hair on one side,
his mouth glided down the other side and I felt his nose flick my
ear.

I sighed as I squeezed him tight in my
limbs.

Then I turned my head and in his ear said,
“You lasted a long time, long enough to let me move.”

His head came up and his beautiful eyes hit
mine.

“It wasn’t good for you?” he asked but not
in a way where he didn’t know the answer, in a way he was making a
point.

“Uh… yeah.”

“Then quit bitchin’,” he ordered and I
smiled.

Then my hand slid up to his head as I lifted
my head from the mattress.

His mouth met mine halfway.

* * * * *

“Can I tell you something?”

It was after round two which started
approximately zero point seven five seconds after round one but
lasted a whole lot longer.

Ty was on his back on top of the covers,
head to the mattress, we were still perpendicular to the pillows; I
was pressed to his side, my legs tangled in his, my face tucked
into his throat. His clothes were all gone. My bra and shoes had
been removed in fantastic ways.

I’d become acquainted with nearly every inch
of his beautiful skin, I’d felt his hands and mouth on nearly every
inch of mine and I’d had three orgasms.

I was sated.

And he’d been giving all day; it was time
for him to take.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“It’s kinda embarrassing,” I warned and his
arm around my waist squeezed.

“What?”

“You know… in Vegas?” I started but then
couldn’t continue.

He gave me a minute and when I didn’t say
more, he prompted, “Yeah, I know Vegas.”

“I mean, when we were there.”

Again I said no more.

Again he had to prompt and he did this by
asking, “What?”

“That day I came in and threw sass about
breakfast.”

“What about it?”

I pressed closer then I sucked in
breath.

Then I whispered, “I’d actually come back to
the room earlier.”

His body stilled beside mine.

“I saw you in the shower,” I whispered.

He stayed still and silent.

Then he growled, “You’re fuckin’ shittin’
me.”

My head came up and I looked down at him to
see his face was blank.

Shit. Shit, shit,
shit.

“I’m sorry. I…” I shook my head. “I don’t
know. I just…” My hand at his chest drifted up to curl around his
neck and I needed to instigate damage control so I whispered the
truth, “It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

He blinked.

“I wanted to join you,” I admitted.

His eyebrows went up as he blinked again,
this time slow.

“
Like…
bad,
” I finished.

“Why the fuck didn’t you?” he asked, voice
edged with impatience then he didn’t wait for an answer and went
on. “Christ, woman, torture. Spendin’ time with you, sleepin’
beside you and hands off and you tell me, a coupla days in, you saw
that and wanted to let me inside?”

“Well –”

“That why you took care of yourself in the
shower later?” he asked and it was my turn to blink.

Then I whispered, “What?”

“Babe, heard you make yourself come.”

Oh God. Oh no. Oh God. Shit. Shit,
shit,
shit.

His arm gave me a shake and I focused on
him. “Is that why?”

“Yes,” I said softly.

His hand not around me went to his face,
palm to forehead, he closed his eyes and muttered, “Fuck me.”

“Ty –” I started but he dropped his hand and
his eyes locked with mine.

“That the reason behind you throwing
sass?”

I bit my lip. Then I mumbled, “Yes.”

“Fuck me,” he repeated.

“Ty –” I began again and he rolled me so I
was on my back and he was looming over me.

“I don’t even want to count the days I been
usin’ my hand instead of your pussy to get off.”

“Ty!” I snapped.

“What? You shared the honesty but you can’t
take it?”

“No,” I shot back, feeling my eyes narrow,
“I just figured this is the start of something. We’re starting
something. And I didn’t think I should hold anything back. Keep any
secrets. That’s not a good way to start. Ronnie kept shit from me
all the time. Bets he made gambling. Shit Shift was into. It goes
on. I know you have to keep your grand plan o’ vengeance secret and
I get that but other than that, if we’re starting something it
should be out there. So, I saw you, I liked what I saw, it made me
angry I couldn’t let myself have it because I couldn’t be sure I
could trust it and I took that anger out on you. There. Now you
know.”

His bizarre response was, “Think I proved a
couple times real recent I got a dick.”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“
Babe, I haven’t had pussy in over five
years. I walk out of the joint and there you stand. You.
All
of you. Can you get, even a
little bit, how tough this has been on me? Now you’re sharin’ that
you saw me jackin’ off, which, by the way, I was doin’ thinkin’ of
you in your bikini down by the pool, and you liked what you saw so
much you had to make yourself come in the shower and you think
that’s good?”

I glared up at him because maybe he had
a
small
point and
I was using the glare as cover.

Then I mumbled, “Maybe I should have kept
that to myself.”

His brows shot up and he asked, “You
think?”

“I was just trying to be open,” I
snapped.

His big hand cupped my cheek and his face
got close to mine before he said, “I get it that things were fucked
between you and Rodriguez but you are not lyin’ naked next to him,
Lexie. You’re lyin’ naked next to
me.
I’m a different man. You don’t wanna make the same
mistakes. I get that too. But you gotta get that I am not him.
You’re right, we’re startin’ somethin’ here.
We
are. He does not factor in.”

Okay, he had another point and maybe that
one wasn’t so small.

“So you’re saying I should have kept it from
you?”

“No, I’m sayin’ you shoulda picked a better
time because just then, I was feelin’ good. Just then, I was lyin’
there, lookin’ at the ceiling, the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had
pressed naked to my side. Just then, I was thinkin’ about two weeks
ago, a month ago, three months ago, four years ago, how I would lie
in that fuckin’ bed in that fuckin’ cell and think what was done to
me meant I’d never taste pussy that sweet. And, just then, I was
fuckin’ grateful that the life that sucked that I thought yawned
before me was not the life that walkin’ out of that place led me to
and then you tell me I coulda had it over a week ago and for a man
who’s lost five years of his life, a week is a really fuckin’ long
time.”

My hand still at his neck squeezed and I
whispered, “I didn’t know any of that.”

He drew in breath through his nose and
looked over my head.

Then his eyes came back to mine.

“You’re right, baby, you didn’t. So, I’ll
clue you in so you never walk into somethin’ like that again. It’s
doubtful you’ll ever have done to you what was done to me so you
can’t know and you’ll never know, hope to God. But I been out for
eleven days. I still smell that place, hear the bars slammin’ shut,
walk everywhere with one eye over my shoulder. It’s gonna take
awhile to shake that. And I got that for breathin’. I did nothin’
but live my life. I did nothin’ to be punished for, nothin’ that
needed reforming. Now, I gotta go see a parole officer, I gotta put
up with whatever shit the Carnal PD is gonna shovel and I gotta do
what I gotta do to make what was done to me right in a way that I
can live with it. We’re startin’ somethin’ and, you want it open,
that’s what’s on my mind, that’s what I’m livin’ with and you’re
livin’ with me so that’s what you gotta live with. So for awhile,
until I settle, you need to have a care.”

“I can have a care,” I said softly and I
also said it immediately.

And just as immediately, his eyes changed
and again it was a meaningful change but this time Ty would explain
it.

“Shit, what’d I do that I walked outta that
nightmare straight to you?” he murmured.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “The same thing I
did to drive out of mine straight to you.”

Again, at my words, his big body stilled but
this time it went completely still, immobile, like he wasn’t even
breathing.

“Though, I took a detour to the beach,” I
added.

And that was when I knew Lady Luck had
started to like me.

Because three seconds later, Ty Walker threw
back his head and burst out laughing.

And I got to watch.

I’m the Teacher

Ty was in the shower, hand pressed to the
tile in front of him, head bent, water cascading on his neck, back,
head, his fist was wrapped around his cock and he was stroking.

I was behind him, pressed tight to his
back, alternately kissing and tasting the sleek, muscled skin, my
arms around him moving on his chest, his abs,
everywhere.

I heard the noises he was making change,
they went deeper and I knew.

So I pressed my front tight to his back, my
arms tight to his front and I tipped my chin back and whispered
over the spray, “Finish in me.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Before I
could blink the water out of my eyes, he’d turned, grasped me under
my pits, hauled me up and shifted me so my back was to the side
wall. My legs circled his hips, my arms his shoulders and he
stepped in, my back hit tile, his hands moved to my ass and he
filled me with his cock.

Beautiful.

He drove in, pulled out, in again, and
again, hands at my ass, mouth on mine alternately kissing me deep
and almost brutal then soft and sweet then leaving his lips at
mine, our heavy breaths mingling. If he was kissing me, we closed
our eyes, if we were breathing, his eyes locked with mine, they
were hot, fevered, staring deep, giving and taking.

I kept my legs tight around his hips, an arm
tight around his shoulders but I pushed a hand between us to assist
his driving cock in taking me there.

Feeling him, seeing him, hearing him,
pressed against him and touching him while he stroked himself,
living a fantasy I played in my head with my fingers between my
legs and no Ty, one that was way better in real life with him right
there as close as he could get was so beautiful, so hot, I was
primed. Way primed. My finger had to move on my clit for about half
a minute before the noises I made went desperate. He heard them and
one hand left my ass to curl around the back of my head which was
good seeing as a second after it did, my legs spasmed around him,
my arm got super tight, my back and neck arched and my head slammed
his hand into the tile.

A little while later, my mouth was at his
throat when his cock thrust deep and his head jerked back with his
orgasm.

A little while later, we finished our
shower.

* * * * *

I was in a pair of panties and Ty’s tee, my
hair wet, standing at the coffeemaker pouring him a travel mug.

Ty was standing beside me, body turned to
me, jean-clad hip leaning against the counter, bowl of raspberries,
blackberries, banana and yogurt mixed with some of his protein
powder cupped in his huge hand held high and he was spooning it
into his mouth.