*
Ty had just finished, I’d come five minutes ago and I was sitting astride him, his cock still hard and filling me, his back was to the headboard, my face was in his neck, one of his hands was wrapped around the back of my neck, the other arm wrapped around my waist and his lips were at my ear.
“Took my back,” he whispered and I tried to move to lift my head but his fingers tightened on my neck and I stayed were I was. “On the move, rushin’, outta breath to cover me.”
“Ty –”
“I love you, Lexie.”
My heart skipped and warmth flooded through me.
“Ty –”
His hand gave me a squeeze and he cut me off, whispering, “Love you, baby.”
His hand moved then, sifting then fisting in my hair, I lifted my head and he guided it to his mouth where he kissed me, hard, wet and very deep.
When he released my mouth, he didn’t release the hold on my hair and pressed in so my forehead touched his and I looked up close into his beautiful, curly-lashed eyes.
“You know,” I whispered, my hand sliding up his chest to wrap around the side of his neck, “I love you too.”
“On the move, rushin’, outta breath to cover me,” he repeated. “Yeah, babe, I know.”
I smiled at him.
Then, still whispering, I said, “I gotta go clean up.”
To that, his fist loosened in my hair but his big hand cupped the back of my head and pressed my face in his neck, I felt his jaw slide down my hair and in my ear, he murmured, “Don’t like losin’ your *.”
“Honey –”
“Let me keep it a minute.”
What could I do?
I did the only thing I could, not that it was a hardship, I gave in on an, “Okay.”
His arm around me gave me a squeeze and I rested against his big, solid warmth for awhile until his arm gave me another squeeze, lightly lifting me up and I got his message.
I kissed his neck, rolled off him and exited the bed. Then I went to the bathroom, cleaned up and wandered out to see Ty hadn’t moved except to pull the covers over his lower half. He was still in bed, back to the headboard, lights on at both nightstands, his eyes on me.
I moved to my panties, tugged them on then tagged his Team Walker t-shirt that I’d flung on the end of the bed with mine. I pulled it on and when I got my head and arms through and was yanking it down, I caught his eyes to see his lips twitch.
“So, will you wear it in town?” I asked.
“Mr. Humongo?” he asked back then shook his head, his lips tipping up. “No fuckin’ way.”
“Well, I’m wearing mine,” I muttered, putting a knee to the bed then crawling to him and throwing my leg over to sit astride him again.
I rested my hands on his chest. He shoved his up the back of the tee and they roamed but his eyes caught mine and his were now serious.
“No matter what Keaton said, you don’t trust him. You don’t trust anyone but the inner sanctum. Tate, Deke, Pe?a, Wood, Maggie, Laurie, Krystal, Bubba, Pop, Stella and Jim-Billy. Get me?”
Obviously, I’d told him everything.
I nodded.
“Not even Frank,” he went on.
I nodded again.
“Also not Dewey.”
I nodded yet again.
“Nobody,” he kept going.
“I get it, hubby,” I said, pressing my hands into his chest. “Nobody.”
“But maybe Sterling,” he amended on a mutter and I was thinking he was right.
I didn’t get my kickass celebration dinner. The celebration took its usual turn when our friends were around. Deke took off and brought back two cases of beer. Laurie got on the phone and Pop brought Jonas over and both stayed. Stella came with them. Krystal got on the phone and ordered pizzas. Wood popped by for a beer but didn’t stay long because Maggie was at home with the kids. Shambles’s cake was decimated but part of it being laid to waste was Ty eating a huge slice with ice cream so I didn’t mind. I managed to keep the champagne away from the impromptu partygoers but they weren’t really champagne people. Except, possibly, Sterling who stayed for the festivities but drank beer like all the rest.
Then, as they do, the men went out to the deck to huddle. Sterling went with them.