Holding You (Love Wanted in Texas 3)

“Wallet, it’s in my wallet.”

Jumping up, Lauren searched for my wallet. “Where is it?”

Sitting up, I pointed to the coffee table. Lauren reached down and paused as she looked at my phone. Standing back up, she spun around. “Where’s my phone? Oh my gosh, Colt where’s my phone?”

“Um . . . I don’t know. In your purse?”

Lauren ran over to her phone and my dick became so hard I was sure I could cut glass with it. Watching her breasts bounce as she ran was almost enough to make me come.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pushed the covers off of me.

Pulling her phone out then swiping it open, Lauren glanced back at me with a panicked look on her face. “My dad was calling your cell phone. I had my phone muted from the wedding.”

Scrubbing my hands down my face, I let out yawn. “Why are you freaking out, just tell him that. It was muted from the wedding and you forgot to turn it back on.”

Placing the phone up to her ear she shook her head as she chewed on her lip. “You don’t understand my dad, Colt. He’ll think I’m irresponsible for not turning my phone back on.”

I knew Scott was pretty strict when it came to Lauren, but I didn’t think he was too terribly bad. He expected a lot from her. Just from our talks about the business, he felt like Lauren could do a good job running things, but he didn’t think she was responsible enough to handle it all on her own. That’s where I came in. I knew me being involved in Scott’s business was a sore subject with Lauren, and I was not about to bring that shit up.

Making my way into the bathroom, I pushed the door open to the small room that held the toilet.

“Holy sheets! Motherfucker.”

Smiling, I shook my head. Only Lauren would attempt to not use one swearword, only to follow it up with a larger one.

“Colt! We have to go! We have to leave now!”

Lauren came running in and grabbed my arm, mid piss. “Lauren! Wait, I’m using the toilet! Holy shit, what is wrong with you?”

Glancing down at me peeing, Lauren made a funny face and then looked back up at me. For one brief second I had a complex about my dick.

“My parents are leaving Port Aransas.”

“So, why does that mean we have to leave our little heaven?”

Finishing up, I motioned for Lauren to step out so I could head over to the sink. Turning on the water to wash my hands, Lauren let out a frustrated breath. “No, you don’t understand. They’re leaving Port Aransas and heading to A&M.”

Grabbing the hand towel, I wiped off my hands and nodded. “Really? What for?”

Placing her hands on her hips, she tilted her head and pursed her lips before she said, “They want to visit with me and see the house. See the project I’m working on.”

It took a solid ten seconds for it to soak in. “Oh. My. God.”

Nodding her head frantically, Lauren quickly found her bag and got dressed. I stood there stunned. My life flashed before my eyes as I pictured Scott’s fist making contact with my face.

“Colt! What are you doing? Get dressed. We have to leave!”

Quickly running over to my bag, I grabbed sweats, a football practice T-shirt and my sneakers. Lauren was damn near almost done dressing as I let out a chuckle. Hearing my phone go off again, I reached for it. I had two missed calls, both from Scott. And three text messages, one from my mom and two from Will.

Mom: Hey darling. Dad and I are leaving early along with Scott and Jessie. We’re gonna drive and get a place in College Station.

Wait. What? My parents were coming to A&M . . . also? Looking back at my phone, I had two text messages from Will.

Will: Hey dude, you might want to think about heading back to A&M this afternoon. Your mom and dad are talking about road tripping it up there.

Will: Code red! Your parents and Lauren’s are headed to A&M. I have no clue what you’re doing . . . well I do but . . .

“Oh no. No. No. No,” I said as I quickly threw everything into my bag. Lauren and I were both running around the room like maniacs. “What’s wrong?” Lauren asked as she stopped right in front of me.