“I’m assuming you’re not staying at my inn, as you are on the do-not-allow list.” I wish it was sarcasm but sadly not. “So, my guess is you’re staying one town over. If you have the same number, then I will text you tomorrow.”
She brightly smiles. “Good.” Michelle instantly turns and flicks her hair nearly the way Lori does herself.
My entire body continues to want to break down, unable to fathom what the hell to do. The fear in me is strong about what will happen to Lori and Harry.
A calming hand touches my back. “Everything okay? The results are nearly in.”
My eyes lift only for a second to acknowledge Lexi. “It was my ex-wife.”
Lexi seems unsure of what to say. “Oh… W-what did she want?”
Sharply, I turn to give her my full attention, even if my face is firmly stoic. How do I say that my ex-wife saw a photo of us and now she is attempting to uproot my life?
A fatherly instinct kicks in that I have two kids in there who need me calm.
“We’ll talk later, okay?”
Her look tells me she grasps the seriousness of all this. At the same time, she’s innocent but the catalyst to a problem.
24
LEXI
Holden is broken.
I see it. He did his best when we drove us home, but I could tell he was about to break into pieces. Holden kept looking back in the rearview mirror to observe his children, and right now, he is spending extra time to get them to sleep. He normally gives them space and says a quick good night as they’re old enough.
Standing in the shower, the hot water loosens my muscles as I analyze my concern. We haven’t had a chance to discuss what happened yet. I’m trying not to make predictions, but an uneasy feeling fills my body.
With the sound of the shower door opening behind me, there is no need to glance over my shoulder, my sense of him near has been in full force lately. His fingertips fall to my hips and begin to twist my body to face him, and I do, looping my arms around his neck, my eyes fixed on his face with pain flooding his eyes.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I softly plead as the steam warms us.
Holden shakes his head gently that he’s not ready to talk; instead, he steps to trap me between the wall and his body in a tight embrace, with his hand sliding up my leg between us. I’m sure he needs comfort.
“I’m on my period,” I remind him.
“Shh, I don’t care. I need this.”
It’s a lighter day, and we’re in the shower. I’m surprised, and it’s new to us, me. But I want to help him grieve whatever the situation is. He desperately needs relief.
I don’t answer and reach between us to guide him to my pussy.
The moment he slides into me, senses overload me. It’s different both physically and emotionally. Our eyes lock as he begins to move deep within me, our bodies tightly bound together. I let him lead the way because he can take whatever he requests right now. I want to give that to him.
My mouth seals against the shape of his shoulder, burying my whimper and feeling his lips below my ear as his breath and grunt brings more tightness to my nipples. His thrusts turn faster and harder into me. I wrap my leg around his middle to give him more space to rock into me. It won’t matter if I come or not, he just needs something to calm down.
The sensual emotions between us build as he moves faster, running toward his release until he reaches his point, and he fills me while he strongly pants, syncing with the pulse of his heart. His head falls to the crook of my neck, and I lower my leg and begin to draw circles on his back.
I’ve never seen a grown man so fragile. I’m positive we will collapse onto the floor, but instead, we stand for minutes, holding one another with the sound of water in the background. When we do exit the shower, we stay quiet while we dry off. Holden throws on a robe to give me an extra minute to prepare for bed and clean up a bit.
When I enter his room, I see that he must have collapsed onto the edge of the bed to sit, with a lack of energy left in him. I’m quick to crouch down, my eyes drifting up to grab his attention.
“She wants to be back in their lives,” he informs me simply.
Maybe that was floating in the back of my mind as a possibility, but for some reason, this doesn’t blindside me.
I grab hold of his forearms to ensure our eyes meet. “What are you going to do?”
