Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

“You done?” I asked, glancing at her plate, then her. Her dark eyes met mine.

“Yes.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

Colt reached across the table, took her hand. “Sugar, we’ve been saying all along we want you. Only you. Come with us.”

“Don’t you dare say you thought it was a one-night-stand,” I added, knowing that was going to come next.

She closed her mouth. Yeah, I’d been right on that.

“We want it all, sugar.” Colt stood, put on his hat. Stood. “Let’s go.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Colt

Once we rolled past the Hawk’s Landing gates, I felt like I could breathe. And I wasn’t the one being stalked by mentally unstable southerners. I’d been stunned when the woman had reached out and wiped the potato salad off of Lacey’s hair, then prized the soiled napkin like it was the Shroud of Turin.

I needed to forget about the insanity. And if I did, then Lacey really needed to forget. She’d come to Montana to take a break and we’d give it to her. We’d make her forget everything but us.

There was one way I knew to distract her.

“Panties off, sugar.”

She rode between us in my truck. While we’d taken her back to her cabin to toss a few clothes into a bag—this time for more than a quick horseback ride—she hadn’t changed out of her pretty sundress.

“What?” she asked, glancing up at me. Between us, she seemed so small. So fucking perfect. I wanted her like this, riding between us down the bumpy Montana back roads the rest of our lives.

“Take them off.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you spending your time wondering when we’re going to toss that pretty dress up and fuck you.”

Her cheeks flushed and her eyes went soft.

“Oh.”

Micah’s hand found the hem and slid it up over her knee, worked it up her thigh as she lifted her hips, worked the scrap of lace down and off. I took them from her, stuck them in my shirt pocket. “Now show us that gorgeous pussy while we drive. That’s it,” I added when she widened her knees and had the dress bunched up around her waist. “A million times better than the view out the window.”

Once we got to my property, I showed her around, the big house that was under construction. I’d walked away from the framing once I saw her for the first time. Now, seeing her here in front of the start of the house, telling her of my plans for it, I wanted to get it done as soon as possible.

“I’m building it big for a family,” I told her.

Micah was quiet, watching her. Going from a wild night together to a conversation about a house I was building—for her, even when I hadn’t even met her yet—to really forever was a big leap. Especially for a non-Bridgewater woman. And a woman who’d been jaded by people for years.

“Your property, it’s beautiful. And you’re right, it’s prettier than any spot I’ve ever seen.”

I grinned at that. I felt…full. Full of pride, full of happiness and oddly enough, full of love. This woman, shit, this woman made me feel like there was more to life than a piece of land and a dream. She was what we’d been waiting for, what had been missing. Had Fate put her in our path?

I shrugged. I didn’t fucking care as long as she stayed.

“I’m living in this cabin, for now.” I pointed to the smaller house set back in the woods. I’d keep it when the big house was finished, perhaps use it as a guest house. “Let me show you the inside.”

She looked at me sideways. “I know what that means.”