“Hey, you!” Lyla yells, coming towards me. Her arms around my neck, I lean down and kiss her. Wanting to deepen it, but now isn’t the time or the place.
“Hey, babe,” I whisper out once our lips part from one another’s.
“I told you he was perfect for Lyla,” Presley says to her husband Lincoln. He and I have met before, in a small town with us being business owners, we tend to run in some of the same circles.
We walk our way over to them and make introductions, I shake Lincoln’s hand, “Good to see you, man,” I tell Lincoln.
“You too, man. This is my wife, Presley. Presley, this is Colt, Lyla’s man,” I shake my head. You have to love small town life.
“Nice to meet you, Callie already gave me the details. Any man who has the patience to hang with our Bella Bug is a saint in my eyes. She’s been talking nonstop about that Camaro,” Presley laughs.
“She’s a trip, I don’t think I’ve met a smarter little girl in my life,” I respond.
“That’s our girl,” all three of them say in sync.
“You ready to go?” Lyla asks, a yawn over taking her.
“Whenever you are,” I tell Lyla, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep with her in my arms.
“Love you guys, have a good night,” Lyla wags her eyebrows and gives an over exaggerated wink.
“Love you, see you tomorrow at the barbeque,” Presley says.
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot. If you don’t have plans, our parents are getting together for lunch. Feel like being interrogated even more than you already have been?” Lyla asks.
“You’re funny, babe. I’ll be there,” I chin lift Lincoln and Presley. My hand goes to the nape of Lyla’s neck and I hold her there while we make our way outside and towards my truck.
“Can we stay at your place tonight?” She breaks the silence as she slides into the truck.
“I don’t care where we stay as long as it’s together,” my hand finds her inner thigh as we head to my place.
15
Lyla
It’s been a few weeks of Colt and I alternating where we stay, either at his place or mine. Most of the time, it’s mine. That’s why last night I asked if we could stay at his place. When I was there earlier this week, I was packing my overnight bag to take to my place, Colt stopped me though, “Leave it here, mess up this place. I want the reminder that you’re here with me, even if you aren’t.”
I did what he asked. I left my toothbrush in the holder next to his, my hairbrush was on his bathroom counter. I even had a nightstand where I kept a phone charger, my lotion, and even my Chapstick. It’s something I always have in my possession.
I managed to wake up laying half on top of Colt, literally clinging to him through the night like an octopus. He laughed about it earlier this week, now he just grabs me and brings me into him every night we sleep together.
“Good morning,” he murmurs. My body is still on his chest, we’re both naked. I can feel every hard plane on his body, the taut to my softness. Being around Colt is like being around a live wire, the electricity between the two of us always sizzles.
“Good morning,” my voice is raspy from sleep. I take in the way his face is soft from sleep, his hair is a rumpled mess. His clear blue eyes are sparkling with mischief already.
He rolls over, I’m now underneath him, my legs are spread. His hips between mine.
“Oh god, Colt, don’t tease me,” I moan, my hands are cupping his shoulders, his forearms are boxing me in.
“You want this?” he questions.
“Yes, please,” I beg, my hips move along with the ministrations he’s doing with his own.
The tip of his cock breaches my entrance, I throw my head back, “God, you feel incredible,” I grit out. Colt is moving so tortuously slow.
“You want more, Lyla?” You can hear the teasing tone in his voice. If I had the strength, I would flip him over, and take what I so badly want.
Instead of answering him, I take one of my hands off of his shoulder, moving my hand to my clit. I use the palm of my hand on my center, while my fingers go to the shape of a V and wrap around his length.
“Fuck, Lyla,” he groans.
“More,” I whimper, he finally quits teasing and bottoms out inside me. The stretch and pull of his length and girth, it feels amazing.
“Look at you, working those hips with mine. You were meant to be mine, Lyla.” He never stops thrusting, the sounds of our heavy breathing, the way he’s looking at me, as if he’s seeing the very depth of my soul.