Holding You (Love Wanted in Texas 3)

Pulling away, I searched Lauren’s face. Her face was relaxed and she wore the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. It was her eyes that held me captive though. They were filled with nothing but love and desire. Leaning down, I placed my lips at her ear. “I’ve never in my life been as happy as I am at this very moment.”

Placing her hands on my chest, her breathing picked up as she closed her eyes. “Colt. We need to ditch our parents. Fast.”

Pulling back, I looked at her. She was totally serious. “W-what?” Jessie walked up and took Lauren in her arms as they both held onto each other. My father shook my hand, then pulled me in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you, Colt. So very proud.”

Smiling at my father, I said, “Thank you, Dad. Thank you for everything you and Mom did to make this happen. I don’t know how you did it all on such a short notice, but I’ll never forget it.”

Wrapping my mother up in my arms, I told her how much I loved her. Jessie waited patiently for my mother to step aside before she walked up and hugged me. “Take care of my little girl, Colt. I’m counting on you.”

Giving her a reassuring nod and smile, I said, “Yes, ma’am. Lauren will always be my number-one priority.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear you say that.”

Reaching out, I shook Scott’s hand as he pulled me in for a quick hug and a slap on the back. I wasn’t sure if he meant for the slap to be that hard, but when he pulled back and narrowed his eyes at me, I knew for sure he meant for it to be that hard. “You take care of her, or I’ll break both your arms and legs.”

“Um . . . I um . . . yes, of course I’ll take care of her, sir.” My mind was spinning as I let Scott’s casual threat sink in.

After heading to the bar and ordering champagne, to which both my father and Scott said a little toast to, we headed to the Italian restaurant Levo and ate dinner. I loved watching Lauren soak in the attention, and the glow on her face made my heart feel so happy. Taking a sip of my tea, I began to daydream about making love to her. My dick had already begun to get hard the moment we sat down and she started running her hand up and down my leg mindlessly as she talked. I needed to get her back up to our room and quickly.

An Italian cream cake was served after dinner. Each of our parents took a turn giving us a few tips on keeping our marriage a happy and healthy one. Scott was the last to speak. His words of advice caused both Lauren and I to laugh and to cry. Soon our parents got wrapped up in their own conversations as Lauren and I sat there, the heat building between us until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Well, I think Lauren and I are going to head out and enjoy the evening . . . um . . . the evening—”

Lauren jumped in and tried to save me. “Air. We’re going to go for a gondola ride, I think, and then maybe a stroll . . . outside.”

Clearing my throat I spoke, when I probably should have just kept my mouth shut. “In the evening air. Cause the air is outside. To enjoy it you have to be . . . you know . . . outside.” Lauren turned and gave me a dumbfounded look.

My father and mother stared at me as they pressed their lips together in an attempt to not laugh. Jessie turned to Lauren and smiled while Scott glared at me with evil lurking in his eyes.

“The evening air huh?” Scott asked as he looked at Lauren, then me. “I would really hope that you wouldn’t be spending your honeymoon night with my daughter walking around the strip of Las Vegas, Colt.”

My heart went up to my throat. “No! No, sir, I fully intend on taking her up to the room and—” Lauren dug her nails into my leg as I quickly stopped talking. Standing, Lauren smiled and let out a nervous chuckle.

“Dad, Mom, Gunner, and Ellie. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to have y’all here. To spend this day with us was just amazing. Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us. But, honestly, I’m not going to sit here and lie to you. I want to be alone with my husband, so if you’ll excuse us.”

Lauren grabbed my hand and pulled me up as I felt my face turn fifty shades of red. “Uh . . . thank you again!” I called out as Lauren walked off, dragging me along with her. “Dad, Mom, I’ll see y’all tomorrow? Scott, Jessie thank you for everything!” I called back over my shoulder. All four of them laughed as I turned back to Lauren.

“Lauren, my God. Our parents know where we’re going.”

Laughing, she turned to me. “Oh my glitter, Colt. Like they don’t know what we’re going to be doing tonight. I’ve waited patiently, and now I’m done waiting. I want my husband to make love to me.”

I want my husband to make love to me.

Yep. I’ve officially had all my dreams come true. Well . . . almost all my dreams.

COLT’S EYES BURNED with desire as he gazed at me in the elevator. My heart had never beat so fast in my entire life.

Oh my. Wow. Just wow. I’m Colt’s wife. Mrs. Colt Hunter Mathews. His. Forever. I’m pretty sure I just pissed in my pretty new lace panties.

Glancing at the people standing in front of us, I willed the elevator to go up faster. It stopped on the third floor and a family of three got on. The little boy turned and began hitting every single floor as Colt and I both shouted out, “No!”

The little boy jumped; the mom gave me a dirty look and the father apologized to us and the other couple in the elevator.

Colt reached out and pulled me over to him and placed me in front of him. “We have a long ride up, sweetheart.”

Letting out a low whimper, I rolled my eyes and mumbled under my breath about never having kids.

Colt chuckled as he moved his hand up under the back of my dress. My entire body shuddered as my eyes quickly darted around the elevator. The mother and father of the little boy were both engaged in a conversation with the other couple about how kids will be kids.