Holding You (Love Wanted in Texas #3)

“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.

Dropping my mouth open, I sucked in a breath of air as Colt cupped my ass as he whispered into my ear, “A thong . . . I like it, Lauren.”

Swallowing hard, I pressed my lips together to keep the moans suppressed. Slowly sliding his hand around to the front, he adjusted my dress and the position I was standing in so no one could see what he was doing.

Shaking my head, I couldn’t speak. He can’t do this with all these people in here. There’s a little . . . oh my glitter! His hand . . . is in . . . my panties.

My breathing picked up and I could feel my face flush as the elevator kept stopping at each floor and the door would open, and then close.

Colt’s fingertips left a path of hot tingles as he moved them further into my panties. Pressing my bottom into his hard dick, Colt hissed. “I want to fuck you right now, right here, Lauren.”

My knees wobbled as Colt wrapped his other arm around my waist. “Colt,” I whispered as I attempted to act normal.

His fingers massaged my clit as I struggled to gain some control of my body. It’s been too long. Oh dear God, it’s been too long. I’m going to come in this elevator with four adults and one young child standing within inches of me.

Squeezing my legs together, I attempted to get Colt to stop. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he was about to say something when the father of the little boy looked at us and smiled. “Did you just get married?”