This man is my everything.
He loves me so perfectly; in all the ways I need.
Even when I don’t know what I need, Colt does.
And he never fails to give it to me.
With my heart matching every beat of his, I smile at him, committing this moment to memory. Adding it to our history record that I keep inside rather than in an album. “I love you, Mr Caveman. I love that you made kids with me. I love that you built a house for me. I love that you give me your everything every single day.” I let my smile stretch its way further across my face. “And I love that you’re going to figure out how to take that height chart with us.”
His eyes continue searching mine for a few moments before he moves his mouth to my ear and rasps, “Now, can I fuck you?”
I laugh. “Yes, now you can fuck me.”
With that, Colt fucks me.
Exactly how I want him to.
He then carries me to our bathroom and fucks me again in our shower.
He then puts me to bed for a nap while he gets to work on the hole our boys put in the wall.
He shows me exactly why he’s the man who owns my heart and soul.
And finally, my heart stops racing.
Colt has me.
He always has me.
20
KING & LILY
10 YEARS AFTER KING’S REIGN
Lily’s POV
“I love Christmas,but I think I’m done with it,” I say to Tatum as we finish cleaning the kitchen. We’ve spent the day making shortbread, rum balls, gingerbread cookies, fudge, and rocky road. In between all that, I’ve wrangled kids who won’t stop fighting and a husband who keeps ignoring my texts. I’m trying to finalise our Christmas Day and Boxing Day plans and I need King’s input on some things. He insists he doesn’t need to be involved. At the rate he’s going, he may not even make it to Christmas Day.
Tatum laughs at my declaration. “We all know you’ll never be done with Christmas, Lil. You love it too much for that.”
I hang the tea towel on the stove and exhale a long breath. “I’ll tell you what I’m done with, and that’s men who won’t answer their phone or reply to a text.”
“That would drive me crazy too.”
“Right? I get it if he’s too busy, but we both know that none of the guys are busy today.” This is the first Christmas in years that the club isn’t demanding King’s attention. Things are good andhe hasn’t been called away or kept out late at night to take care of club business for weeks. He could at least reply to my message.
Tatum starts to say something but is interrupted when Meredith comes running into the kitchen with a look of pure terror on her face. “Travis is bleeding!”
Shit.
Tatum and I follow Meredith outside to the treehouse King built the kids a few years ago and find Travis, my six-year-old son, chasing his older brother around like nothing has happened. But I see why Meredith looked so worried when she announced that her brother was bleeding; Travis’s face is covered in blood.
I don’t panic, though. Twenty-six years of raising children has taught me that keeping calm is always the best way of dealing with kids. Also, my boys are always hurting themselves in some way; blood isn’t necessarily a sign that I need to worry.
“Travis!” I call. When he doesn’t stop chasing Cade, I raise my voice and call his name again.
That gets his attention. He comes to a dead stop and looks at me.
