Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana 2)

“Look at us being all responsible and shit!” I said with a giggle.

“Brock and Lincoln would be so proud.”

Dropping the crust of my pizza into the box, I stood and peeled my shirt off, then worked on my jeans. I was finished talking.

Ty just looked at me, a half-eaten slice of pizza in his hand, as his eyes glazed over a bit.

“Dinner’s over. It’s time for your dessert, Mr. Shaw.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Ty took the pizza box and put it on the floor, then quickly stripped out of his clothes. He pulled me back onto the bed and started to shower my body with kisses. It felt like heaven, his touch. His kisses. Every worry, fear, and shred of doubt I’d had about everything slipped away with this man’s touch.

When he buried his face between my legs, I nearly came on the spot. It only took Ty slipping his fingers inside of me and pumping quickly for me to come so hard I felt dizzy.

Then his mouth was moving back up my body. Ty looked me in the eyes as he pushed inside me, slowly.

He dropped kisses on my neck, then moved across my jaw until he kissed me deeply. The taste of my own desire still on his tongue. He placed his mouth by my ear as he moved in and out of me in a slow but delicious pace. “If this is wrong, I don’t think it would feel so right.”

I wrapped my arms around him and slipped my fingers through his hair.

“It feels more than right,” I whispered back as Ty continued to worship my body.

After a few minutes of making sweet love, he picked up the pace and was soon kissing me deeply, passionately. Then he came. And, for a brief moment, I thought he might pull out, but he didn’t.

Afterward, he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then he took my hand and led me to the steamy, hot water, where he brought me to another orgasm up against the tiled shower wall. Being with this man was mind blowing—that was the only way to describe it.

I could get really used to this. Ty making love to me in the middle of the day.

Everything seemed to be too perfect. And I knew this more than anyone: when something seemed too good to be true, it usually was.

I picked up the little dress and smiled. “This one is cute.”

Lincoln turned and looked at the pink-and-white dress in my hands. She smiled back. “It is cute. Are those matching bloomers?”

“Yep!” I said, holding the dress up so she could see it.

“Morgan would look adorable in that.”

“She would,” I said, glancing down at Morgan, sound asleep in her stroller. Brock had taken Blayze out fishing this morning, so that gave us a chance to do a little shopping. A new children’s boutique had opened on Main Street, and Lincoln had been dying to go.

“After this, I need to stop in at the office and give Karen these drawings I worked on.”

I nodded. Karen was Lincoln’s boss at the design firm where she worked. “When are you planning on going back into the office?”

Lincoln looked sad for a moment. “The plan was after three months of maternity leave, I’d go back.”

I reached for her hand. “You don’t want to go back, do you?”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t cry. “I love working, I do. But the thought of leaving Morgan makes me feel sick to my stomach.”

“Have you thought about going back part time?”

“Karen really needs someone full time. She’s been so understanding about the baby and all.”

“Then work from home.”

Lincoln looked at me for a few moments. “Work from home?”

“Yeah. When you need to meet with clients, make arrangements for Morgan. Maybe you could even hire a nanny. She could tend to Morgan, and you could work from home and be there with her at least the majority of the time.”

She chewed on the nail of her thumb as she thought about it. “That would probably work. And there’s a back room at the office that’s empty. I could ask Karen if I could make it into a little nursery on days when she needed me to come into the office. I’m sure she’d be on board.”

“If she wants you badly enough, she’ll be on board with it.”

Lincoln hugged me. “Thank you for suggesting that. I don’t honestly know why I hadn’t thought of it before.”

“That’s what best friends are for.”

After Lincoln had bought more clothes than Morgan needed, and a few outfits for Blayze, we made our way down the street.

“I’m starving. You feel like eating?” Lincoln asked as I glanced down at my phone. Ty should have been hearing from Katy any day now. It had been three days since he’d given his DNA and they’d taken blood from him to test for a match for Olivia.