He smiled. “I did have fun. It was nice to see Blayze and Brock together like that. I’m glad he retired from bull riding.”
“She won’t ever admit it, but so is Lincoln. Now she’s got Blayze hell bent on it, though.”
“He’s got it in his blood. Look how good he’s gotten at mutton busting.”
I groaned. “Good Lord, even that stresses me out, and I’m not his mother.”
“It’s a sheep!” Ty said.
“He could still get hurt.”
He grinned. “You have to admit, he’s pretty damn good.”
I chewed on my lip, then giggled. “He is really good!”
For a moment, I wondered what it would be like to have a child with Ty. If we had a little boy, would he want him to bull ride? Or maybe do something else, like Tanner?
Things between me and Ty had been amazing. He was right: they almost seemed too good. Ty still went to his therapist once a month. He told her about his thoughts of suicide, which was a huge relief for me. He also seemed to be letting his guard down more and more, even talking about his addiction to his parents and telling them that it would always be a struggle, or at least he felt like it would be.
The one thing we hadn’t ever brought up again was our future. I didn’t want to split my time between two houses; it was getting exhausting.
With a deep breath, I asked him that very question.
“Ty, where do you see us at in the future? Like in a month? In six months? In five years?”
He froze, and for a moment I saw the walls going back up. I didn’t say a word. I simply rubbed my thumb gently over his hand and waited. Because that was what I promised I would do. I’d be there for him and not give up on us.
That still didn’t mean my heart didn’t pound in my chest as I waited for his answers.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
TY
It wasn’t like I didn’t see a future with Kaylee. Hell, I dreamed of our future together. Since we had started staying with each other, my nightmares had all but stopped. When she wasn’t next to me in bed, I found myself staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. I needed her by me, and that still scared me.
I didn’t want to think of Kaylee as some sort of crutch or addiction. She was, though, because I was fucking addicted to being inside her. Kissing her. Hearing her laugh. And even the occasional argument when she had to be stubborn about something.
Her question only threw me for a minute or two. I could see it on her face. She thought I was withdrawing, but it was just the opposite. I didn’t want to ruin my plans. I knew I wasn’t scared to be with her. Hell, I had bought a ring, and even though my head was telling me to slow down, my heart was telling me I needed to jump on the bull and get it locked down.
The feel of Kaylee’s thumb gently sliding over my skin calmed every nerve ending in my body.
I looked directly into her eyes and answered her. “In a month, I see us decorating one of our houses for fall, because I hope by then we’ll decide whose house we’re going to be living in permanently.”
Her body visibly relaxed. “Do you have a preference?”
Thinking about it, I answered her honestly. “Yes. I think we should live in your house.”
That surprised her. “Mine?”
Taking a bite of my sandwich, I nodded. “Yeah.”
Then her smile erupted over her face. “Ty, are you sure?”
“Does that make you happy? The idea of living in your house?”
“Yes, but only if you’re positive.”
“I’m positive. I want to see our kids raised in that house. I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s because that’s where you and I first made love. I feel a stronger connection there.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Me too.” She chewed on her lower lip, trying to contain her emotions.
“Six months. That’s a new year, so I’m thinking I see us on the floor in front of our fireplace. We’re both naked, and you have been thoroughly fucked and are content in my arms.”
“I like that one . . . a lot.”
I laughed.
“Five years. That’s easy. Married . . . to you.”
Her cheeks turned a beautiful pink.
“At least one baby, maybe two.”
That’s when she lost the battle and let the tears fall.
“Do you see the same thing, Kaylee?”
She nodded, then launched herself over our food, pushing me back. “Yes. I do. And right now, I need you to be inside me.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
We both worked quickly to rid ourselves of the clothes we had on. All I had to do was kick off my boots and drop my pants and boxers; Kaylee pulled off her jeans, leaving her top on. When she crawled on me and slid down onto my cock, I let out a moan.