Mockingbird: a Songbird Sequel

Nine: Lennie

I stood in the shower, letting the scalding water wash away all the tightness in my muscles. I was sore in every possible way. From hauling stuff around to get ready for the wedding, to dancing like a madwoman at the wedding, but mostly from Colt ravishing me at every possible turn the last few days. The wedding night was actually mild in comparison to what happened after our guests left the next day. Colt went into hyperdrive, as if I had been the one depriving him and not the other way around. Every room, every surface, every chance he got. Hell, Sunday morning he squared up behind me while I was doing the breakfast dishes and I damn near ended up face first in the sink. This man and his sex drive were going to be the death of me. Though... I wasn't really complaining. I was sore, but I wasn't complaining.

Just as I thought I was going to have at least a shower's worth of a breather, I heard the bathroom door creak open. Before I could even open my mouth to chastise him, the glass door of the shower was sliding open, and Colt was climbing in behind me.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking a bit since it was still cloudy with slumber. He practically leapt into the wall to dodge my hellfire droplets. "Water hot enough?"

"Since someone has spent three days using me as his personal fuck doll, I hurt. I need to loosen up my muscles and... everything," I stated, a bit dryly.

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby," Colt said, pursing his lips into an adorable pout. I sighed as his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips brushed my shoulder. "I'm not tryin' to hurt you."

"I know," I responded, unable to fight the smile his sweetness brought to my face. I layered my arms over his and leaned into him. His lips alternating between brushing my cheek, my jaw, the top of my shoulder. "I don't know if I'm ready to go home."

"Me neither," he whispered softly, his lips now against my earlobe. "Feels a little too perfect to want to leave."

I just nodded and let my eyes drift shut. I could fall asleep just standing here in my man's arms. Like a sleepy, over-sexed horse or something. They sleep standing. "Real life awaits, I guess."

"This is real life, sugar. You and me against the world."

"Yeah? Bonnie and Clyde style?"

"We'll probably skip the crime spree, but yeah."

"What if I want the crime spree?"

Colt's body shook with laughter. "What kinda crimes we talkin'? I ain't looking to become a murderer or something."

"I don't know. Few bank heists might be nice. I could handle disappearing to a remote island or something."

Colt chuckled softly. "You say that, but I don't believe you," he argued. "That little farm is your pride and joy."

"We could still visit when the cops stop chasing us."

"Silly girl." Colt brushed my wet hair over my shoulder and then pressed his lips to my cheek. "Any time you feel the need to get away, baby, you just say the word and we'll come right back here."

"Promise?"

"On my life, baby girl," Colt stated, squeezing me a bit tighter. "Gotta say though, not liking that you seem so... sad like... three days after our wedding. Honeymoon mode shouldn't have worn off quite yet."

"We've lived together for over two years. Do we really get a Honeymoon mode? Not like all that much is gonna change."

"You're officially a Hayes now. That's change enough for me. Just gotta get all the paperwork in."

I huffed a breath of laugher. "You're silly. And I'm not sad, Colton. Tired and sore, yes, but I am very, very happy."

"Yeah?"