“What is it?” Bella asks.
“It’s a vintage locket,” I take it out of the box, you can tell it’s older and weathered but so amazingly beautiful. I open the locket and my heart swells even more. On one side there’s a picture of Colt and me, and on the other side there’s a picture of Bella.
“Oh, Auntie Lala, that is so so pretty,” she says in awe.
“It sure is, will you help me put it on?” I ask her.
“Yes! Mommy, will you help me too?” Callie comes up and shows her how to work the clasp and together they put Colt’s present around my neck.
“Thank you, thank you all so very much,” I turn around and say this to everyone, my mom, Colt’s mom, Marie, Presley, Callie, and Clairabella.
We hug, smile, and laugh, then make our way out the door.
26
Colt
“God damn you are gorgeous,” I tell Lyla as we sway to the music at our reception, watching her walk down the aisle almost had me on my knees. The small smile, the way her dress molded around her hourglass figure, the ring and necklace I gave her on her body. I don’t care if you’re a grown ass man, seeing your woman walking towards you, knowing you’re going to grow old with her, love her unconditionally, it’s all I could have ever asked for. All the money in the world can’t buy you what I have in Lyla.
“Colt,” she purrs, feeling me press my hard cock into her lower stomach.
“I can’t wait to strip you down, have you bare for me in nothing but the rings I put on your finger and my necklace that’s wrapped around your neck,” I finger her collarbone, tracing the line around her throat.
“We can leave now, right?” she asks.
“If we leave right now, your Dad will probably stab me with the fork he has in his hand right now,” I laugh.
“I’ll tell Mom, I’ll just say we’re working on making them grandparents.” That tightness in my chest about wanting to see her round with our child, fuck what it does to me.
With one fell swoop, I pick her up, my arms under her knees and along her back as I carry her out of our reception.
Whoops and hollering are happening, but nothing can get in the way of getting her to our room, her face is buried in my neck, the slight teasing of her tongue as she tastes me almost makes me stumble.
I move in double time once she starts nibbling on my neck, only stopping to put her down to open the door to our villa.
“Hurry,” Lyla’s body is wrapped around mine even though she isn’t in my arms. When the door finally opens, I pick her up again and carry her over the threshold. I don’t give a fuck if this isn’t our home or not, if I can keep her in my arms always, I will.
A few strides later, we’re at the bed and she slides down my body. “I’m going to need you to get undressed, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Oh, I will Mrs. Montgomery, but first I’m going to undress you. Turn around for me.” My voice is thick with need. Lyla does what I ask, my fingertips trace her spine, her body lights up underneath me.
“Watching you walk down the aisle towards me, it was a feeling I can’t even describe. I know you were pissed as hell about your brothers making you run their errands, but I’m thankful as ever,” I rasp in her ear as I step closer behind her, my hand wedged between us, as I slowly lower the zipper that starts at the base of her spine, traveling down to her legs.
When she puts her arms down to her side, it falls to her feet, “You’ve got to be kidding me, you’ve been bare underneath this dress all evening?” I groan.
Lyla gives me a coy smile over her shoulder, it makes me want to bend her over this bed, spank her ass, and take her as hard as I can.
“Yeah, and it’s all for you.”
“You’re definitely asking for my hand to mark your ass, Lyla,” I skim my hands along the side of her body until the palms of my hands are being filled by her breasts, her head tilts back on my shoulder.
“You better watch out, Colt. I might like what you’re offering,” I pinch her nipples in response, making her moan for me again, her ass massaging my cock, and that’s when I can’t take it anymore. I back away and strip out of my suit I wore to our wedding until I’m naked.
She’s on the bed naked, her legs spread, eyes on me. “Why, Mr. Montgomery are you happy to see me?”
“I’m more than happy to see you.” I come down between her legs, grabbing the back of them, holding her open with the crook of my elbows. With one thrust I’m seated deep inside her. “Oh God, Colt,” Lyla whimpers. Our first time together as husband and wife, our eyes never leaving one another’s, and I hope like hell when I come inside her, we’ll make a child of our own.