Fucking shit, this was enough for now, he was done.
So he moved it that way. “Lexie wants you in our home, you can explain it more when I’m not at work.”
“She said I could come if I called and didn’t bring Reece,” Irv said softly.
“Yeah, but I give a shit about my wife and what she’s feelin’ so you’re just gonna have to wait until I confirm.”
A pause then, “I’ll wait, Ty.”
“And I’ll call, either way.”
“’Preciate it, son.”
Ty pulled in breath. Then he finished with, “She lets you in, when you come and spend time and then forever, you treat her like crystal. Her life has been shit and she’s got no blood family. The family she made for herself means the world. She makes you her family, you do not fuck her. You fuck her, we’re done. That’s it. Done. Are you with me?”
“I’m with you, Ty.”
“Right. I’ll call.”
“I’ll be waitin’.”
And, obviously, Lexie said yes and she did this about point two five seconds after he finished telling her about the phone call.
Which led them to now.
His wife, tricked out for a visit from his father who didn’t give him much but a few knocks and a lot of nothing until he had a telephone conversation with him a few days before.
Their Monday had been dramatic, their week not uneventful. Nina Maxwell, his new attorney who he and Lex had gone to meet on Thursday, was a very pretty blonde with two young children, a law degree, an excessive amount of energy and more sass even than Lexie.
This meant Pe?a had heard from her twice. It also meant the Attorney General’s office had heard from her daily and not just the one in Colorado but also the one in California. And it further meant that, along with communications they got from Samuel Sterling, the ACLU had heard from her. She was all over it. So, lastly, this meant that the Attorney General’s office had not fucked around in locating the communications Misty had sent and contacting Chace Keaton to obtain a sample of Misty’s handwriting which, Nina reported, the man had delivered to Denver himself. They also contacted Misty’s friend in Maryland and obtained a sworn statement that not only did she receive the documents from Misty with instructions of what to do with them, she’d also received frequent and increasingly frantic phone calls from a firstly anxious then downright terrified Misty including one warning her she’d be receiving the documents and getting her assurance that she would follow through should something untoward happen with Misty.
And she’d followed through.
With a man with the kind of money and influence of Samuel Sterling and an increasingly interested ACLU at her back, Nina wasn’t accepting any bullshit or delays. Still, she was getting them and this likely had to do with the fact that Internal Affairs in Colorado and California were trying to hold her back while they sorted their shit.
Nina Maxwell might be the pretty blonde mother of an infant and toddler who, in person, was very sweet and fucking funny, but when she was not dealing with him but for him, she was making it clear she didn’t give a fuck about IA investigations, she gave a fuck about a half black man who had five years stolen from his life and deserved a clear name and restitution, not when they got around to getting their shit sorted but yesterday, and the woman was a pit bull.
Therefore, Ty was lying on the couch watching a game, not wound up about his future, Lexie’s future and the future of their children. Pe?a was on it. Tate was on it. Julius’s boy was on it. Fucking Chace fucking Keaton was on it. Samuel Sterling was all over it. The ACLU were sticking their noses in it. And Nina Maxwell was living and breathing it.
So he was lying on the couch, drinking a soda, watching a game and wondering if he had enough time to make his wife and himself come in the enjoyable effort of planting his seed in her womb before his father showed.
And, lying on that couch, drinking a soda and watching his woman in that dress and shoes with her tanned skin, round ass and long fucking legs on show as she nervously fluffed, arranged then rearranged toss pillows, Ty made his decision.
And that decision was, two birds, one stone.
So he put his soda on the coffee table, put one foot to the floor, did an ab curl and lunged.
He caught Lex at the waist in mid-fluff of a pillow. She cried out in surprise, dropped the pillow, hit him front to front, he fell back then rolled so he was on top.
Then he yanked her skirt up to her waist.
“Ty,” she breathed, eyes big and on him.
“New dress?” he asked, his hands moving around her waist, back, down and into her panties.
“Uh… yeah,” she whispered, her hands moving to his chest and resting there like she didn’t know whether to push or something else.
He rolled his hips with intent and she spread her legs either because his hips were giving her no choice or because she wanted it. Either way, he felt his cock start to get hard.