“And you were meant to be mine,” I rasp out, my legs lock around his hips, both of my hands find purchase on his shoulders, his lips find mine. He takes over the kiss, and I let Colt dominate me in every way possible.
“Lyla,” he grunts, my pussy tightens its hold on his cock. That’s when I feel it, I feel every single jet of cum that blazes me from the inside out, triggering my own release.
My own words are blocked inside my throat. I have no words on how amazing coming together is for me, it’s on a whole other atmosphere.
Colt tucks and rolls, never breaking us apart as I now straddle his hips while lying down.
“That was amazing,” I finally get the words out.
“Hell, yes it was,” Colt replies with a smile on his face. We lie like that, me lying on top of him, my chin on his chest, enjoying one another.
16
Colt
Coming inside of Lyla is nothing I could ever describe. The downfall after making love to her was definitely her phone. That thing was beeping nonstop as text after text came in, then her phone started ringing. When she reluctantly got up to check if there was a fire to be put out, I slid out of her.
“I swear there better be a reason the national guard seems to be after me,” she grumbles.
“Fuck,” I groan out loud. I see my cum painted on the inside of her legs and it does something inside of my soul. I want to see her round with my child, the swell of her stomach stretched tight, knowing she’s nourishing her body for our child.
“Are you okay?” Lyla asks while looking down at her phone.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed I sit down, grab her hips, gaining her attention, “I’m perfect. Everything okay?”
“Yes, mom started a damn group chat with my brothers and me. The news is out, they all know we’re dating, and I kid you not, Mom is planning our wedding,” her face is red from blushing.
“Good, it’s one less thing you’ll have to do,” I reply. The fact is that I know I’ll be asking Lyla to marry me and soon. I don’t want to wait, not at all if I have anything to say about it.
“What?” she drops her phone, looking at me. We’re both still naked from earlier.
“You heard me, let her plan it. You have to know that’s the next step. I want my ring on your finger, our child in your belly, a life full of nothing but making amazing memories,” I confess.
Lyla looks around the room as if I’m looking at someone else, she knows damn well that I’m talking to her, “Are you sure?” she finally asks.
“It’s going to happen, babe. I just need you to catch up with me. Now, you ready to get a shower, stop at the store, and have a family day?”
“Yep!” She picks her phone up, places it on the nightstand, then darts off to the shower. I chuckle to the now empty room before I follow my woman. I already know we’ll be late to the barbecue. I have plans for Lyla in the shower, I want more of her body, fuck that, I need more of her body.
17
Lyla
“Nice of you to finally join us,” Silas says as we walk into my parents’ house. I saw the line of cars down the street, it looks like the whole tribe is here.
“Har, har, har. We had to stop and get Mom some flowers and wine for the girls and me,” I retort back at him.
“You better get to the backyard fast, Dad is on a rampage looking for you,” Nash comes in and inserts what I already know.
“I’m going! If you two knuckleheads would stop harping,” I start to walk towards the back door, when I glance over my shoulder. Colt is shaking hands with Silas and Nash, like they’re the best of pals.
“Hey, Colt. Would you mind joining me?” You can hear the laughter I’m trying to hold in come out.
“I’ll talk to you guys in a bit,” he pats their back and then follows me outside.
My eyes clock my parents, a warm smile takes over my mom’s face, and she’s for sure making plans for our wedding.
The disgruntled look my dad has does not bode well for us, “Great,” I breathe under my breath. Colt must hear me because he chuckles, then his hand is on my lower back as he guides me over to the grill my dad is manning.
“Look how precious they look together, Dylan,” Mom says as she hugs me, then hugs Colt welcoming him with open arms.
“Mom this is Colt, Colt this is my mom, Grace. You know my dad obviously,” I roll my eyes, trying to lighten the mood.