Page 18 of Acceptance
“Oh, yes, sir.”
Chapter Seven
Griffin’s Beach
Colt
Lex lies in Colt’s arms, and he runs his fingertips over her skin, smirking at the goosebumps his touch leaves in its wake.
“Well, now that we’ve had our fun,” he jokes and kisses the top of her head.
“Fun? You had me bent like a pretzel,” Lex says and giggles. “That was a new position.”
“Read about it in a nudie magazine. Said it hits the spot men tend to find elusive. Was it effective?”
Pushing him gently to lie on his back, she rests her hand on his chest and places her chin on it while her eyes stare at the tattoo of her name above his left pec. “You’ve never had any issueshitting that spot, Colton Nichols. In fact, you’re the only man I’ve ever met who knew it wasn’t just a myth from experience.”
“Is that your roundabout way of saying I’m the best you’ve ever had?”
“Wasn’t that obvious already? I don’t know many women who have sex multiple times a day with their husband of over a decade. Of course, it’s the best I’ve ever had.”
He bites his lower lip and stares at hers. Those luscious lips wrapped around his cock after he got home. She’d just climbed out of the shower, and the kids were already down for the count.
“Stop it,” she warns. “I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle doing what we just did, and I know that look. It’ll get you all excited again.”
His wife knows him all too well. “You’re the best sex I’ve ever had, too. Just in case you were worried.”
“Based on how often you share how much you love me on my knees, I kind of assumed. But it’s nice to be told every once in a while.”
Their fun banter is great, but Colt hasn’t been able to completely push their conversation from that morning out of his mind. “Lex, we still need to talk.”
“I know,” she says with a sigh.
“Where were you this morning?”
Lex sits up and hugs her knees to her chest. Her eyes stay focused on her name along his chest, and she sighs again. “I’ve been seeing a… therapist.”
His blood runs cold. Of all the things he expected and ran over in his mind, this was not one of them. “What?”
“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if it was something I’d do more than once or twice. Or… how you’d feel about it.”
“You always get after me for not letting you in, and this is kind of a big deal, Lex.”
“I know. I wasn’t sure if you’d think I was ridiculous or weak for doing it. It’s been kind of nice having you believe I’m this tougher than nails woman, and I didn’t want to change that.”
Reaching out, he takes her hand. “Is it… Is it us? Is that why you’re talking to someone?”
“You’re the reason I knew I needed to talk to someone,” she says, wincing at her words. “That didn’t come out the way I meant it. I did it for us. I was scared I’d break if I didn’t figure out how to truly heal the broken shit inside me.”
His thumb rubs across the top of her hand as he tries to keep his panic in check. She’s talking to a therapist behind his back.It has to do with me, right? That’s why she’d be worried to tell me. And I helped contribute to the pain inflicted upon her. Did I create wounds she needs help to heal?
“Is it something I’m doing?”
He hates the tears in her eyes. “It’s not you, Colt, it’s me. I’ve spent my entire life pushing everything bad that’s ever happened down, thinking it was the healthy way to cope, and it’s… It’s become bigger than I can handle on my own. I need to be stronger, especially now that you wear that President patch.”
“If it’s too much—”
“Like hell you will,” Lex says, locking eyes with him.
