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She laughs. "I wish I could. I can't even tell Colt, which is killing me."

"Aren't married people exempt from the secret rule? I mean, you're married. Obviously, you tell each other things."

Smirking, she shrugs. "The club makes things a little more complicated. There's a different code. Colt's loyal to me, but he also has loyalty to the club. I think he'd put me before them, but I don't want to put him in a position where he has to make that decision. If things don't improve soon, I'm going to have to break my promise. Either that or I'll explode. We'll see how strong my resolve is."

"I heard this thing about how you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others. You know, that whole thing about not being able to pour from an empty cup or something. Or that thing with airplanes where they say to put your own mask on before helping others. I think that kind of applies here."

"How old are you again? Forty-two?"

Laughing, Hailey stands but still doesn't meet Lex's eyes. "I read it on a poster somewhere."

"Smart poster."

Chapter Ten

Griffin's Beach

Colt

Afterthirtyminutes,Coltcouldn't take it any longer and left the clubhouse. Lex's breakdown has him more concerned than he was before, and he needs to be with her. To know that she's okay. If nothing else, he did promise her a full body massage with at least two happy endings.

He walks into the house to find it quiet. "Lex?"

Lex appears from the hallway with her finger to her lips. "Calla and Noah just fell asleep. Lucas and Hailey are in their rooms, but I don't think they're asleep yet."

Her eyes are puffy and red, but overall, she seems better than she did at the clubhouse. "Lex—"

"I'm fine," she whispers and moves to stand in front of him. Her hands cup his face as she presses her body against his. "It's just been a really stressful transition, and I just... I fucking snapped. Is Ky okay? Is he mad at me?"

Laughing, he shakes his head and wraps his arms around her, forcing her to wrap hers around him in return as she lays her cheek against his chest. "No, but he was kind of freaked out. I think he was also a little relieved that's all you did because we all know you can knock him on his ass."

"I can't believe Felicity finally knows. And not from him. He’s such an idiot."

"Baby, I need to talk to you about something."

Her gaze moves up to look at his face. "Is everything okay?"

The excitement from his conversation with Jennings returns, but it's also met with anxiety. There's a chance she'll hate the idea. Or that she'll think he's trying to force her to stay. But he's more worried about the idea that she doesn't think he's ready for this. He's not sure himself.

His lips crash onto hers, and she doesn't resist. He leans back and smiles. "Let's go out to the playset and talk. Keep it quiet in the house."

Lex's smile melts his heart, and she takes his hand before leading the way outside. They climb up into the small structure just big enough for the two of them to sit across from each other, Lex between his legs with hers draped over his.

"Talk to me, Nichols."

"Take off your pants."

Her eyebrow lifts, but she shifts to strip naked from the waist down. To his surprise, she takes off her top, too, knowing the darkness and distance from the house will shield them from any small eyes in the house. "If I get a splinter in my ass, you're going to be in so much trouble."

Laughing, he moves her to lie partially down the slide as he crawls halfway out of the small structure. He slips off his leather and places beneath her ass before he rests her legs on his shoulders. This is the perfect angle, and he smells her need before he even tastes it.

"Is this the conversation you wanted to have?" Lex asks as she moans. "Not that I'm complaining."

He smirks and looks up to see nothing but tits with her head against the slide. "I owe you at least one happy ending before we talk."

Her heels dig into his back, and he gladly licks her from clit to opening and back again. Her taste and smell and little murmurs of pleasure create a heady combination. When he slides two fingers inside her hot, wet pussy, he wishes he'd taken off his own pants to stroke himself. Or at least relieve the pressure of his cock pressing against his fly.

"Colt," she whispers, her hand reaching down to tug the hair tie from his hair to pull at his hair just the way he likes. "Yes, please, yes."

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