“I want three babies.”

Oh yeah.

His choice, he’d stop at two.

She wanted to give him three, he’d give her that.

He dropped his mouth to hers.

“You want three, we’ll have three,” he murmured against her lips.

“Think about the mountains, sweetheart,” she replied. “I think we both could use some peace.”

He was looking at mountain properties on Monday.

He ran his hands down her back, over the irregular skin at the small to her ass. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move away, didn’t have any reaction at all.

He was getting somewhere in a lot of ways.

“I’ll think about it,” he muttered.

“Good,” she whispered.

He let her say the word then he slid his tongue in her mouth.

She slid her fingers in his hair.

When he was done kissing her, he moved to work her throat as he trailed a hand around and up toward her breast.

“I love how easy it is for you to make me believe,” she said in his ear.

Shit.

He wanted to make love to her again, do it slow, make it last.

She got any sweeter, he was going to have to fuck her.

“Baby?” he called.

“Yeah?”

He curled his hand around her breast.

“Shut up.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

He grinned against her skin and rubbed his thumb over her nipple.

One of her hands convulsed in his hair, tugging it. The other one started gliding down his spine.

Olivia shut up.

So Nick took his time and made love to her.

* * * * *

6:56 – Saturday Evening

Nick in a suit, no tie, and Olivia in heels and a little black dress that he liked a fuckuva lot, walked out of the elevators at the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Vegas.

They barely hit the public space when three guys walking by them slammed into each other as their eyes remained glued to Liv when she and Nick passed.

Nick looked from the men down to the woman he held close in his arm.

She was oblivious.

Nick was smiling.

They walked right out the front.

They got in a taxi.

And for the first time, Nick took his woman out to dinner.

* * * * *

11:58 – Saturday Night

Her ass on a velvet couch beside him, but most of her weight pressed up against him in a bar that felt suspended in a cocoon of crystals, her eyes carefree and happy, Olivia announced, “I need another cocktail.”

She was beyond tipsy, heading straight to shitfaced.

Nick didn’t mention that to his girl.

He looked across the space, caught the waitress’s eye and jerked up his chin.

He felt Liv’s hand at his stomach sliding across and he tipped his head down to look at her again.

“Thanks, baby,” she whispered.

He didn’t reply.

Instead, he drank in that look in her eyes, feeling her pressed tight beside him.

That was his.

He’d earned that.

After he gave himself that moment, he took what he earned, tipped his head down and kissed her.

When he released her mouth and looked back at her face, he knew that wasn’t enough.

So the next party that passed by, a couple, he stopped them.

“Sorry,” he said. “But can you get a picture?”

The guy with his girl looked to Nick, then to Liv, and nodded, taking Nick’s phone that he’d engaged the camera and was offering.

“How fun! Vegas memories,” Olivia cried. Her arm already wrapped around his stomach, she burrowed closer.

The guy smiled, his girl smiled. He aimed, touched the button and gave Nick back his phone.

“Have a good night, bud,” he said as he put his arm back around his woman and started to lead her away.

His woman waved.

Olivia kept snuggled to him but waved back.

“Thanks, man,” Nick muttered and looked down at his phone.

Olivia again burrowed in.

“Ooo, sweetheart,” she cooed. “That’s a good one.”

It wasn’t, she was wrong. The first picture of them wasn’t good.

It was brilliant.

Olivia tucked tight to his side, her head tipped back, her cheek resting along the underside of his jaw, a big smile on her face you couldn’t miss even if you could only see half of it.

Nick had his arm around his girl, looking at the camera, smiling right at it.

They looked carefree. They looked happy.

She looked carefree.

She looked happy.

Yes. It was brilliant.

The waitress delivered her cocktail.

“Awesome,” she murmured, leaning toward it.

Nick nodded at the waitress.

Having nabbed her drink, Liv leaned back and caught Nick’s eye.

“I think it’s time to gamble,” she declared before taking a sip.

He grinned. “Whatever you want, Livvie.”

She grinned too before she swung her drink to the side, reached her mouth up to his and touched it.

Her eyes a hint away, she whispered, “Let’s go, Nicky.”

They went. He took her exactly where she wanted to go. He did anything she wanted to do.

He gave her everything it was in his power to give.

And he’d keep doing it, in Vegas, in Denver, on the moon if they landed there.

Just to keep his girl carefree.

And happy.

* * * * *

3:32 – Sunday Morning

The Do Not Disturb sign was again on the door.

Nick was slightly inebriated.

Livvie was smashed.

After dinner and then after dinner cocktails, Nick had lost three thousand dollars at craps.

After Nick dropped that load, Liv had won three hundred dollars at the slots.

She crowed.

She also rubbed it in.