Breathless (Texas Nights Series Book 3)

by Lex Martin

  My girlfriend just suffered a concussion. We can’t fuck like animals all night long.

  With a regretful sigh, I let go of her to unlock the door. Jo and I might not be able to screw like bunnies, but at least she can get some rest.

  “What’s wrong?” Joey asks as we slip into our suite.

  I flip on the light next to the bed. “Nothing.”

  She lifts an eyebrow, and I laugh.

  Pulling her close, I place a chaste kiss on her lips and shrug off my tux. “Just thought you might be exhausted after the long day we had. You should probably get some rest.” I run my hands through my hair. “It was probably presumptuous of me to book us a room. I can get another one if you want some privacy.”

  No, I’m not making this awkward or anything.

  A frown tugs her eyebrows close. “So you don’t want to get naked and have make-up sex?”

  A wall of relief washes over me that she wants to be with me tonight. Even if we only cuddle or do some near-naked spooning, I’m just happy as hell to have her back.

  I drag my thumb across her plump bottom lip. “Do we need to have make-up sex?”

  “Yes.” She smiles shyly and bites my thumb. “It’s an age-old custom that goes back to the cavemen.”

  “What about your concussion? I don’t want you having any kind of relapse.”

  A smile lights her face. “I just got the go-ahead from the doctor to do mild exercise because I’m recovering so well. He said some aerobic activity could help repair additional tissue.”

  “Babe, how can you categorize make-up sex as mild exercise?” I’m not sure banging her like a screen door in a hurricane constitutes mild exercise. “Maybe we should hold off.”

  “You want to hold off? After not being together for weeks?” She reaches behind her, the sound of a zipper filling the room before her dress drops to the floor. “Really?” Brain function deserts me at the sight of Jojo in a strapless, sheer lace bra, garters, and matching panties. Her nipples are hard little points on her perky-as-fuck breasts. “Cat got your tongue?”

  “No, but I have an idea of where I’d like to put my tongue.” I undo my bowtie, my attention riveted on her mouthwatering cleavage. “How about I do all the work?”

  “Now you’re thinking.”

  The way she watches me as I strip out of my clothes sends my blood marching south. By the time I’m in my boxer briefs, my cock wants to punch a hole out of the material.

  “Baby,” she gasps and reaches down to my thigh where that bullet took a chunk of me with it. The stitches are out, and it doesn’t hurt much anymore. She runs her finger along the gouge.

  “Gonna kiss it and make it feel better?” I smirk, wanting to forget that bullshit. Tonight is about me and my woman.

  When her lips graze my thigh, my cock jerks.

  But I don’t want her on her knees. Tonight I wanna worship her.

  I tug her gently to her feet. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  With her eyes locked on mine, she steps back. One by one, she pulls a few clips out of her hair, and long wavy tresses tumble down her bare shoulders.

  Damn.

  The girl next door has got it going on.

  My little minx kicks off her heels and crawls onto the bed, her ass swaying back and forth.

  I might need to bite that ass.

  “Get back here.” I grab her ankle and drag her across the bed. She’s all giggles and playful smirks.

  This moment is so similar to our last morning together, the day everything went to hell, except now there’s nothing between us. No secrets or half-truths. Nothing I’m holding back. I’ve never felt this good or certain about where Jo and I are headed.

  The second she’s in my arms, I let out a sigh. Fuck, it feels amazing to be with her again like this.

  With my back to the headboard and Joey in my lap, I take my time to enjoy this moment. My lips drag against hers as I breathe her in, and I let my fingers leisurely slide up and down her thighs to play with her garters. “When did you get these? They’re hot as sin.”

  Those lashes turn down, pink rising in her cheeks. “They were a gift.”

  I still. “Who the hell is buying you lingerie?” If Patrick bought her underwear, he’s a dead man. Why didn’t I think to do this? If anyone should be buying my woman lacy, sheer panties, it’s me.

  A smirk pulls up her lips. “Tori got it for me. She said if she was getting laid tonight, I should too.”

  Laughter breaks out of me. “Holy shit. That girl is too much.” My new sister-in-law is definitely getting a good Christmas gift this year. I pull Joey’s legs tighter to my thighs, so she can feel how she affects me. “Good thing I didn’t know what you were wearing during the ceremony. It’s probably rude to have a boner during someone’s wedding.”

  She giggles, but the sound turns into a moan when I rock her against me.

  “Relax, baby. Let me do the work.” Through the lace, I take a taut nipple in my mouth and clutch her ass in my hands, grateful for the fabric between us slowing us down so I can savor tonight.

  For the last two years, I’ve been running in circles and trying to put out fires. While I’ll never regret taking care of my family, I’m ready to reclaim my life. And it starts and ends with this woman in my arms.

  With a lust-drunk look in her eyes that likely reflects my own expression, Jo pushes up just enough to slide down my boxer briefs. I lift my hips to help her. Then it’s just that tiny scrap of lace between us when she settles down on my hard cock.

  “I can feel how wet you are.” My hands tighten on her hips. “This meant for me?”

  She nods, not taking her eyes off mine. I love that she can look me in the eye now when we’re together like this.

  Slowly I lower the lace on her bra so her beautiful breasts jut out. I lick one nipple, nibble it, before I bite, enjoying how she presses down in my lap. My baby likes the biting.

  “Wanna make you come so hard. Been dying to get inside you all night.”

  A sexy smile teases her lips as she threads her fingers through my hair, and she whispers, “You looked hot as fuck tonight in your tux.”

  A groan busts out of me. Jesus Christ. I’m not sure I can handle her cursing when we have sex. I might go off like a firehose if she’s not careful.

  I slip a hand between us, eager to make her come, and move that scrap of lace out of the way. With slow strokes, I circle her tight little nub while she keeps my cock trapped between us.

  “Lean back. Brace yourself on my legs.”

  Her head tilts back, her long hair dragging on my thighs, and she’s such a vision, all delicate lace and flushed skin and warm woman. Mine. All fucking mine.

  She’s coating my cock with her arousal, and I’m hanging by a thread as I watch her unravel, her body going tight when she convulses in my lap.

  When I’ve wrung the last shudder from her body, I scoop her in my arms and settle her next to me.

  Her eyes are closed, but she leans up to kiss me. Her tongue, warm and slick, glides lazily against mine.

  “Love you, Logan.”

  “Love you, baby. You fucking rock my world,” I mumble against her mouth. When she reaches between my legs, I grab her wrist. “You sure you’re feeling okay? No headaches?”

  She makes a contented sound in the back of her throat. “I just came so hard, I nearly levitated. I feel phenomenal.”

  I smile and release her hand. She tugs off her underwear, and then she’s back in my arms.

  When her thigh hooks over my hip and my cock nestles against her pretty wet pussy, I groan. “Think you can come again?”

  She shakes her head. “No, but it’s your turn.”

  Screw that. I like a good challenge, though.

  Grabbing her ass, I rock my hips, slicking myself against her, knocking against her clit every time I move forward. When I can’t take it any longer, I lean back just enough to reposition myself at her entrance.

  My thick head pushes into her slow
ly, but it’s really fucking tight. “Jesus, baby, you feel so good.” I shut my eyes, pausing to get control of myself.

  It takes a few torturous moments to work myself in, and the needy sounds she makes drive me wild. By the time I’m fully seated, she’s panting.

  “Logan, fuck me before I die.”

  My balls pull up, and I moan into her neck. “You’re so goddamn hot, Jo. I don’t know how I ever resisted you.” I bite her neck, relishing the gasp that comes out of her mouth. “I’m never letting you go. I hope you know this.”

  She spasms around my cock, and I thrust into her, unable to contain myself any longer.

  We kiss and bite and suck on each other, while my swollen cock tunnels in and out of her.

  “Need you to come,” I grit out.

  “Al-almost there.”

  I suck my finger and reach behind her, sliding between the globes of her perfect ass where I rub her tight rosebud. She stiffens, but I coo in her ear. “Just relax. I’ll make this feel good.” When my finger breaches her, she gasps, but her pussy tightens around me. “That’s it. Take it, baby. Take my cock in that fine pussy and my finger in your ass. You feel fucking amazing.”

  She goes off so hard, she screams while she claws at my back, sending me spiraling toward the finish. Pleasure radiates through me on the last thrust, and I unload inside her.

  We lie there, a tangle of sweaty limbs, sated and boneless.

  Sleepily, I lean up and watch my gorgeous girlfriend stretch across the sheets. I drag my nose against hers. “Gonna make you so happy. In this life and the next.”

  Her eyes open with a radiant smile on her lips. She tangles her fingers through my hair, and whispers, “You already do.”

  Epilogue

  Joey

  Ten Months Later

  Tori wipes baby Noah’s mouth with a cloth. “Sorry, nope.”

  “Why can’t I hold him?” I blow kisses at her precious son.

  “Because you’re dressed up, goober. My child will no doubt aim his puke in your direction.”

  “You’re all dressed up.”

  She rolls her eyes. “No one cares if I get puked on, silly. Now quit your bellyaching and finish my hair before the boys pick us up.”

  I don’t understand her logic, but she’s right to rush me because the guys will be here any minute.

  We’re dolled up in high heels, fitted dresses, and updos for a night on the town.

  “This was fun.” I wave at the mess we’ve made in her bathroom. “I always wanted to get ready for a dance with my girlfriends in high school, but something always came up and I couldn’t go.” I clip the last chunk of her hair up with a bobby pin and then take a step back to admire how beautiful she looks.

  Tori gives me a sympathetic smile, but does me a favor and doesn’t bring up my grandmother. “In that dress, you’ll upstage everyone tonight.”

  “I don’t know about that, but I sure do feel pretty in this outfit. What’s the charity again?” We’re supposed to attend some gala, which is the only reason I’m wearing this much eyeshadow. For the record, we’re not really gala-attending people, though I am looking forward to seeing Logan in a tux again.

  “It’s for abandoned horses.”

  I wrinkle my nose. “I thought it was for orphans.”

  “Yeah. Orphaned horses.”

  “What?”

  “I hear the boys. Hurry and zip me up.”

  I pause to listen, but don’t hear anything except Noah’s little gurgles. Before I can respond, Tori waves a card at me.

  “Forgot to tell you. Gina Hartley wants you to do her hair for her wedding next month.”

  I hiss through my teeth. “Next month is pretty booked.” Since I came back from Florida last fall, I’ve done more weddings than I can count. Tori showed her friends photos of her hair and booked me several gigs, and since then, word of mouth has spread.

  “Don’t forget to take a pic of my hair for your Instagram.”

  “Yes, slave driver.” I smile as she chuckles. Tori and Kat have been instrumental in retooling my social media so I can use it to attract new clients.

  “Ladies,” a male voice booms from the other room. “Your chariot awaits.”

  I pause to listen. “That sounds like Brady. I thought Logan and Ethan were picking us up.”

  She shrugs, not looking worried.

  Before I follow her, I give myself a quick once-over and smile at the hot pink streaks that run along the back of my hair.

  When we get outside, a stretch limo is waiting for us. “Holy crap. I’ve never been in a limo.” The back door opens, and Logan hops out, looking mouthwatering in a tux. “Dang, honey. You look handsome.”

  I squeeze my thighs together, remembering what we did the last time we wore formal outfits.

  He pulls me to him and growls in my ear. “You look so sexy, I’m rock hard.”

  “Logan,” I chide with a laugh as tingles shimmy between my legs. Fortunately, no one pays attention to us. Ethan is busy smooching his baby before he hands the little guy off to the babysitter so he can kiss his wife.

  I’m suddenly so glad Bev is watching Zach tonight. As much as I adore that boy, it’ll be nice to have the house to ourselves so we don’t have to keep our nighttime activities quiet.

  Initially, I was worried about how Zach would take to me, given how his mother felt, but he’s been the biggest sweetheart from day one. Logan and Ethan got in touch with Samantha’s parents, and everyone agreed it was in Zach’s best interest if he lived with Logan, but he and Ethan decided to share custody. Because Ethan wants Zach to understand how much they both want him in their lives. Zach has gotten really close to Mila and Cody, so he goes back and forth between our houses. He now has two big families here who love him to pieces.

  We’ve been in counseling to deal with what happened last summer. Logan also realized he needed to work through some things that happened with his father, and I have a truckload of my own family issues to unload, so it’s been an important time of healing for everyone.

  Samantha faces a slew of charges and will likely get some hefty jail time. In many ways, I’ve made my peace with it. She has some serious mental health issues, and given what I’ve experienced with my own family, I only hope she gets the help she needs. Her parents expressed regret they didn’t heed the signs she was having trouble more seriously and offered to pay my enormous hospital bill, which went a long way to assuaging some of Logan’s fury over the situation.

  I’ve decided I’m not going to let any of that bring me down. Life is too short to hold on to anger. So even though I was nervous the first few times I stayed with Logan because his house had some bad memories, I try to focus on the positive. With our full home—including Zach, Rambo, and sometimes Bev—I don’t have much time to get scared about the past. I’m too busy enjoying the present.

  Plus, Logan signed me up for Krav Maga classes, so I’m pretty sure I can kick anyone’s ass if needed.

  Once Kat, Tori, Ethan, Logan and I are comfy in the limo, Brady hands us each a glass of champagne. He holds it up for a toast. “Here’s to living our best lives with our best girls.”

  We cling glasses. I’m all smiles, enjoying being pampered and hanging out with my best friends when the limo stops and the door opens.

  “We’re here already?” I swear, we only drove five minutes. When I get out, I pause, not sure why we’re at our high school gym. The lot is so full, cars have parked along the sidewalk. “The gala is here?”

  “Yup.” Logan winks and tugs me behind him as we make our way up the front steps.

  When we enter, there’s a huge sign that says, Welcome to the Enchantment Under the Sea Prom.

  I pull Logan to a stop. “Babe, we can’t go in here. We’re crashing someone’s prom.” He kisses me on the forehead and drags me in. I look to our friends, and they’re from grinning ear to ear. Huey Lewis and the News blasts through the speakers. “Aww. Remember this song? The Power of Love from Back to the Future?”
It’s a movie we’ve seen a million times together.

  We stop in the middle of the dance floor, and Logan pulls me into his arms. I swear the whole town is here, everyone from Bart the butcher to Carol from the diner. Wait. Is that Silas and his girlfriend standing by the DJ? But then the lights dim, and Earth Angel starts to play.

  “Baby,” Logan says against my ear as we sway to the music. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “They’re playing the soundtrack to that movie.”

  He chuckles. “Yeah, maybe they are. It’s the first movie you and I ever saw together. It was raining that day, and you and Silas came over, and we watched it.”

  I lean back to look him in the eye. “You remember that?”

  “I remember everything about you.”

  Hopping up on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his. I’m two seconds from going full make-out session with my boyfriend when the MC cuts into the moment.

  “Can I get our prom king Logan Carter and his queen Joey Grayson up here for a second? They have an announcement to make.”

  Everyone starts cheering, and I freeze.

  “Come on, Bitsy. They’re calling our names.” Logan gives me the biggest smile, and my heart beats triple time.

  Laughter spills out of me. “What did you do, Logan?”

  We run up to the stage like two fools because this whole thing is crazy. When we get to the mic, I realize the MC is my old principal, Mr. McClusky, who pats us on the back before he steps away.

  Logan takes the mic like he owns the place. “Hey, guys. Thanks for coming tonight.” He reaches back for me and drags me next to him where I blush furiously. He clears his throat. “Back in high school, I wanted to ask Joey to prom, but, long story short, I didn’t. And I want to rectify that tonight.” Turning to me, he laces his hand through mine and smiles. “Jo, I’d like to ask if you’d be my prom date.”

  I laugh. He’s ridiculous. And all mine.

  I lean into the mic. “Hmm. I don’t know, y’all. I had the hugest crush on this boy, and as I recall, he took Maggie Lynn Meyerson to prom.” Everyone “awws” at my declaration, and I turn to the audience and squint into the darkness. “Oh. Hey there, Maggie Lynn.”