“You got it, Beau,” he says.
I stand up with Hunters help and he pulls me to his side, leaning down kissing me in a quick, hard, kiss that just left me wanting more. He looks down at me and the love shining in his eyes warms me all over. Today has been hell, but right now, standing in Hunter’s arms and holding Ty, I have everything I could ever want in this life. I hope my dad is up there somewhere looking down and seeing that his little girl is finally safe, happy, and surrounded by love.
Chapter 32
BB
“Is he okay?”Beau asks the minute I walk into our bedroom.
“He’s sound asleep,” I answer, wanting to erase the worry I see on her face. Beau has been through so much today. I don’t want her worrying about anything else.
“Shit. I hate him finding out about Robin,” she mutters, chewing on her nail. I’ve noticed she does that when she’s nervous. “I never wanted him to know. If you had just listened to me instead of acting like a stubborn ass—” To stop her from berating me, I dive onto the bed, causing her to bounce. I bury my head into my pillow to hide my smile. “Hunter!” she squeals.
I turn on my side to look at my woman. I can’t believe—especially after the hell that we just lived through—that Beau somehow turned this afternoon into the best day of my life. My gaze moves to the clock on her bedside table. It’s midnight. Apex, Eli, Pez, and Spider just went home. Gordo brought slider around for a little bit, but they didn’t stay. Mary Ann gave him orders to have Slider back by nine—much to Slider’s dismay. Mary Ann is hurting Slider by trying to use him as a more control over Gordo. If the man doesn’t get his head out of his ass soon, Mary Ann will have his balls permanently attached to her purse like a fucking trophy.
“What are you thinking?”
“You won’t like it,” I murmur instead of answering. I close my eyes and turn once more so my stomach is pressing against the mattress. Beau shifts, but I don’t bother looking to see what she’s doing. It has been a hell of a day. I feel her lifting my shirt and manage to lift my head. “What are you doing, Harper?”
“You look like you could use a good massage,” she says. “Help me get your shirt off.”
“If you wanted me naked, baby, all you had to do was ask.”
“I didn’t say naked, I said your shirt.”
“Disappointing,” I grumble, shedding my shirt and throwing it on the floor. This time I roll to my back so I can watch my woman.
“Of course, if you want to be naked. I’m not going to complain,” she adds playfully.
“The way I see it, I already have my shirt off. Yours is on. Seems like you should take yours off just to be fair,” I suggest, grinning at her. She smirks down at me and then pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it into my face. I laugh as I grab it, breathing it in. “What about the bra?” I ask, pushing my luck.
“You didn’t have to take a bra off,” she points out.
“No, but I could have been wearing one.”
She snorts and lets out a chuckle. “Are you telling me you wear bras, Cowboy? I had no idea you were so kinky.”
“I’m trying to break you in slowly,” I purr. “Now be a good girl and get rid of that bra.”
“So bossy,” she chastises.
“You like it,” I counter.
“How do you figure that, Hunter?”
“You get wet as fuck when I order you around,” I purr. Both of us know I’m telling her the damned truth.
“Do you think you have me all figured out, Cowboy?” she asks.
“Not yet. I figure it will take me a lifetime to do that.”
“That’s good because that’s exactly what you promised me tonight and I plan to collect it,” she playfully warns, unlatching my belt and then pulling the button free. “Are you going to help me with these pants or am I going to have to do all the work?” In answer, I slide my pants down and Beau helps get them from my legs. She taps her finger against her chin. “What do next?” she questions. “Have I ever told you that I really like that you go commando, Hunter?”
“I don’t believe so,” I tell her, reaching down and capturing my cock by wrapping my hand around it and stroking it firmly in my hand.
“Shit,” Beau hisses making me grin. Ty is right about that being her favorite word.
“You still haven’t taken off your bra or your sexy little shorts,” I point out.
