Colt decided it was time to have a certain conversation.
“We didn’t talk about protective custody tonight, baby.”
Her body gave a small jerk but after she recovered she held herself completely still.
“Feb?”
“Do you want us to go into protective custody?” she asked.
“It’d be smart.”
She tilted her head to the side and he saw her eyes were active. She’d been thinking about this, a lot.
Her voice was quiet when she asked, “Doesn’t it mean he wins, even a little bit, we go into hiding?”
“We’re on top, he ends this in jail and we come out safe.”
She looked away for a few seconds before she looked back to him and then came closer, putting her hands on his chest.
“Okay, listen to me, Alec, okay?” she asked and he nodded, sliding his arms around her and pulling her closer as she went on. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but, he already took a lot of my life. We go away, we’re together and we’re breathin’ but we’re in limbo. Life’s gonna go on but we won’t really be livin’ it.”
“Honey –”
She lifted her hand and put her fingers to his lips before she whispered, “I wanna watch you get dressed in the bathroom. Your bathroom. I wanna make you breakfast in the kitchen. Your kitchen. I want you to come into the bar when you’re off duty and I wanna get you a beer. I wanna fall asleep in your big bed with my cat on our feet. I want us to have the life we were meant to have. I want us to live the life we should have been living.” She got closer and her voice dropped even quieter. “Baby, I don’t want to miss another minute and it’d be even worse knownin’ he took it away.” Her hand slid from his mouth, down his jaw to his neck. “Is that crazy?”
No, it was far from crazy.
“It isn’t crazy,” he told her.
“Is it stupid?”
It wasn’t crazy, the jury was out if it was stupid.
He didn’t tell her that, instead, he said, “I’ll keep you safe, Feb.”
She nodded then ducked her head and pressed it into his neck. “I know you will. I’m countin’ on it.”
He pushed up until his back was to the wall and he pulled her close, into his lap and she snuggled even closer, wrapping her arms around him.
“Gotta call Sully, baby.”
She nodded against his neck.
He flipped his phone open and made the call.
“I’m halfway to your house.” Sully used this statement as a greeting.
“I was on the phone with Reece.”
“You know then.”
“Yeah, they get anything at all?”
“They got a hatchet and an attempted homicide with a coherent witness who identified his attacker immediately puttin’ the last piece into the puzzle which’ll nail this jackass to the wall.”
“That’d make me feel better if he wasn’t still out there.”
“Half the east Texas police and probably every Fed in the Lone Star State is searchin’ for him, Colt.”
“Yeah, searchin’. Call me minute he’s found.”
“Gotcha,” Sully said then he called, “Colt?”
“Yeah?”
“Without Reece as a target, he gets away, he’ll be comin’ after you.”
“I know.”
“Stay alert.” The worry was clear in Sully’s tone.
“You got it.”
Colt flipped the phone shut and tossed it on the nightstand with Feb’s.
He held her for awhile and it seemed she liked the quiet and peace of it, left to her own thoughts, so he gave it to her. When he felt it was time, he started to move to the lamp but her hand moved down his stomach.
“Feb –”
“No, Alec,” she said against his neck as her mouth travelled south. “He’s gone now. Now it’s just you and me and the life we were meant to have.”
Then her body moved so her mouth could get where it wanted to go and Colt saw her curl herself between his legs then she sucked his cock while his hands held her hair away from her face so he could watch the show. Then, when he decided he wanted her * and not her mouth, he yanked her up, tore down her panties and planted her astride him. Then he watched her ride him while he fingered her clit until she came and then he watched her ride him more, until he couldn’t watch because he came.
The light was out, he’d pulled the covers over them, she was pressed to his side, her leg thrown over his thigh and he could feel his wetness sliding out of her as she pushed in closer and Wilson hopped up and settled at their ankles.
“Love you, babe,” she whispered into his chest.
He gave her a squeeze with his arm around her waist. “Love you too, Feb.”
After awhile, her weight grew heavier as did her breathing and he knew she was out.
He was hearing Stevie Nicks singing in his head when Colt fell asleep in the bed, in the house, with the woman at his side that life meant him to have.
After waiting for forty-four years, for the fifth night in a row, Alexander Colton was finally living the life he was meant to be living.
Chapter Eleven
Unidentified
I woke up when Colt slid out from under me. I nabbed his pillow and pulled it to my chest, wrapping my arms around it.
Wilson followed him out of bed and started meowing. Then he followed him to the bathroom then he followed him down the hall then, after a minute or two, Wilson shut up.
I let Colt’s pillow go, looked at the clock and saw it was after nine in the morning. I rolled when I heard Colt coming back down the hall and I got up on an elbow, pulling my hair out of my face to watch him walk into the room wearing nothing but boxers.
His eyes were on me and he came right at me, stopping briefly at the side of the bed to hook his thumbs into the boxers and yank them down. I got a good look, I liked what I saw but it didn’t last long because he leaned in and pulled down the covers. A slight cold hit me before it was swept away when Colt put a knee to the bed right before he covered me with his body.