“Colt?” she calls out.
Dipping my chin, I nod my head once. “Birdie,” I reply.
“Who decorated this house?”
I know what she’s asking. Chuckling, I wait for her to turn around and she does. She faces me, placing her hands on her cinched-in waist as she tilts her head back and looks up at me. Her lips press together and her nose scrunches in anticipation of what I’m about to say.
“Someone from the Assembly, darlin’,” I say, trying to keep from laughing.
There is no hiding how she feels and I’m not sure she could even if she’d tried. I like that about her, my wife, she cannot disguise her true self from me, it shines through in the expressions on her face. I hope that I’ll be able to read all of them one day, but for now, I can see that she is relieved Adelaide did not decorate this home, and that she will not be forced to live amongst another woman’s things.
“What will I do here, while you’re doing… whatever?”
Lacing my fingers with hers, I tug her along behind me as I guide us upstairs and toward the master bedroom. Stopping outside of the door, I turn around to face her.
“You’ll do whatever you wish, Birdie, but you’ll do it here under guard. At least until I know exactly what will be happening and what is going on with the Assembly.”
Birdie tilts her head back, her eyes widening as she looks up at me. “More guards. I’m okay with that though.”
“Are you?” I ask.
She nods her head in a quick movement. “I am, Colt. This is scary and I am just fine with having a group of big ass dudes to take care of me.”
“Never be fearful, darlin’. You are the queen of this country, you are powerful, and you bow to nobody.” Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek, my thumb sliding across her bottom lip. “You bow to nobody.”
Her lips curve up into a grin. “I bow to nobody?”
“Nobody,” I say with a grunt.
Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers, tasting those sweet lips that I can’t seem to keep from touching over and over. I am enamored with her, with her taste and scent, with the beauty that surrounds her. I fought her, specifically my desire for her for far too long.
“Colt,” she breathes against my mouth.
I hum, wrapping my hands around her small waist and tug her against my chest. Pressing my palm against the center of her back, I slide my hand up her spine, tangling my fingers in her hair before I pull her head back and expose her neck.
Walking her backward, I suck the center of her neck as I back her against the door. Guiding my hand down from her waist, I gather her skirt in my hand and hitch it up as far as I can.
“Colt,” she gasps. “Someone will see.”
“Nobody will come up here, this is our floor,” I inform her before I devour her neck.
For all her protesting, Birdie reaches for the waist of my pants and as I finish pulling her skirt up, she has me freed and her fingers wrap around my length. She gently strokes me as I continue to shift my hand and wrap my fingers around the underside of her knee, spreading her as I shift closer toward her center.
“Darlin’,” I groan as soon as I slide inside of her warm heat.
She sighs, lifting her hands and wrapping her fingers around my shoulders. I shudder, staying fully buried inside of her, unable to move, enjoying where I am far too much. Resting my forehead against hers, I breathe.
Reaching down, I wrap my other hand around the back of her thigh and pick her up, pressing her back against the door as I begin to move inside of her. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I begin to thrust inside of her, harder and harder with each shift of my hips.
Neither of us speaks. Instead, we just feel. We take from one another and give just as much at the same time.
Chapter Forty-Four
COLT
Leaving her alone, with her guard, Martha, and Ernest is more difficult than I thought that it would be. Clearing my throat, I shake my head a couple times and force myself to walk away from her resting in the bed.
On my way out the door, I order a bath for Birdie. Martha grins, giving me a nod, but thankfully doesn’t say anything else. I tell the men to guard and protect her before I jog down the stairs toward Logan.
I don’t know where Daisy is, if she is here somewhere in the city or if she is back at home, but the way that Logan is watching me from across the way, I have a feeling that she isn’t anywhere near him, at least not yet. His eyes follow me and I know that if I were to look up at him, I would see his ire. He is downright glaring at me.
When I approach, I can sense his demeanor change. He slips on his mask and gives me a smile the moment that our gazes meet.
“Do you know where you’d like to go first?” he asks as I approach.
Pressing my lips together, I glance to the side, then shift my eyes back to meet his. “I do, but I need you to take care of the soldiers. I think that this is something I need to handle on my own.”
He shakes the look off, but I see the anger that immediately fills his features before it vanishes. He replaces the anger with a cunning smile and nods his head.
“I can do that for you, Colt.”
“Obliged, Whitecotton,” I grunt.
I ignore the way he watches me as I mount Lonesable, then completely ignore the anger that swirls around me
