A Love to Cherish (Finding Love Series Book 2)

by Tory Baker

  6

  Colton

  Lyla meets me at my truck — a gloss black, vintage, 1960 Ford F-100. When I bought this truck, it had seen better days, but I knew I wanted to take the time to restore it to its original beauty.

  I open the door for Lyla to slide in, my eyes once again not leaving hers for a moment. I get lost in the depths of them. She’s expressive when it comes to her eyes, “You comfortable?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” She sasses back.

  I lean my head towards hers and do what I’ve been wanting to all fucking week, I take her lips. At first nipping at the bottom, then soothing it with the tip of my tongue. When she lets out a small squeak, I take what I want, my tongue seeks her out. Her hands find my hair and she holds me to her as I take her mouth in the most possessive way possible.

  I nip at her lip one more time before breaking apart, “Wow,” she whispers out.

  “That’s about the size of it, but Lyla?”

  “Yes, Colt,” her eyes are on mine.

  “This is only the beginning,” I tell her before shutting her door, making my way to the driver’s side. She’s sitting over on the passenger side, though with this being a bench seat, I grab her inner thigh.

  “What?” she questions.

  “I want you in the middle,” I croon. She slides over and straddles the stick shift, and my forearm is on her leg as I pop the clutch and shift into reverse.

  “What do you want for dinner?” I ask as soon as we’re on the street and heading towards the outskirts of town. My fingers glide a path up and down her inner thigh. Lyla’s sharp intake of breath has me shifting in my own seat. My cock has been rock fucking hard since we had that kiss in the parking lot.

  “Can we get burgers and a shake?” Lyla responds.

  “Yeah, there’s one not far from where we’re going.” I continue keeping my hand on her thigh, wanting Lyla to get used to my touch.

  “Good, I’m dying for a cheeseburger with everything on it, French fries, and a chocolate shake,” she moans, and now I know I’ll never not be hard around Lyla. It’s in everything she does, the small looks, the way she moans thinking about food, the smoothness of her creamy skin, down to the way she kisses with everything she has to give.

  “Then that’s what we’ll get,” I say as I drive us to the place I have in mind.

  7

  Lyla

  True to Colt’s words, he took me out for dinner, not allowing me to pay. It stung my pride, but I went with the flow. After we ate, we went to look at a Camaro, to me all I saw was a bucket of rust, but Colt looked like he saw a dream in front of him. Not to mention, he made a killer deal for the year it was made.

  On our way back to his shop, Colt’s right hand was on my inner thigh the whole time. Every now and then he’d slide it to the hem of my shorts. I really wanted to feel the tips of his fingers on me, he had me turned on every time he’d glide in an upward pattern.

  It was well after dark when we pulled back into town. I found myself not wanting to say goodbye to Colt. This was moving so fast, in an area I have never experienced before too.

  “I’ll see you in the morning, Lyla,” Colt’s voice was thick with desire when he helped me out of his truck and led me to my car.

  “Bright and early,” I responded, then his lips were on mine. I didn’t think twice about allowing him entrance or not. I gave him everything I had in that kiss, pouring every ounce of depth and emotion to show him how much he was starting to mean to me.

  “Damn, babe. I’m not sure I’m ready for you to leave me right now,” Colt murmurs as we stop kissing.

  “Me either.” My mouth finds his again. When we do break apart, it seems like hours later.

  “See you tomorrow, Lyla,” his voice is raspy.

  “Goodnight,” I tell him, and I see his figure standing in the back lot as I leave. Only when I can’t see him anymore do I let out the biggest scream I think I’ve ever had.

  I can’t wait to tell the girls everything. Turning the volume up, I jam out to the radio and head for home. I’m usually not this girl, getting excited over a man, but here I am soaking in every moment of it.

  It doesn’t take me long. Once I’m home and inside, I text the girls.

  Me: Colt took me out to dinner and to look at a Camaro.

  Pres: That’s not all he did, Lincoln said he was driving to the bar and saw some “bow chica, bow wow.”

  Callie: Girls night, STAT!

  Me: Will Saturday evening work?

  Pres: I’m good, you good Callie?

  Callie: I’m in. Mom said she’ll watch Bella. I’m off to tuck the princess in, love you!

  Me: Tell my girl I love her and can’t wait to see her!

  Pres: Tell her I love her more.

  I throw my phone down on my bed and do a happy dance, it’s ridiculous looking, but here in my own home without watchful eyes, it makes me happy.

  8

  Colt

  Coming home isn’t what it used to be like anymore. I would crave the solitude after working at the shop, dealing with customers and vendors. It’s been two days since I’ve been around her, two long extremely tough days. Work called me out of the office. Sure, we texted back and forth a bit, but nothing compared to what it would be like to have her back in my arms. A place where she belongs.

  I pick up my phone, palming it in my hand, wanting to hear her voice on the other end of the line, knowing it’s late.

  Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen, her not answer? It rings once, and then I hear her voice on the other end of the line, “Hey Colt.”

  “Hey, babe. You asleep?” I ask her.

  “No, just laying down now.” Her voice, it’s soft and sweet, making me want to be right beside her, even if it was only holding her close to me.

  “How was work? Sorry I wasn’t around, that Camaro we went and looked at is becoming a nightmare to deal with. The family didn’t have the title, then the tow truck got stuck. By the time everything was said and done, I knew you had already left,” I grunt.

  “It was good, I’m actually ahead. Which is a shocker, I didn’t think I’d ever get caught up. That really sucks, I can’t wait to see the plans you have for it. I missed you today,” she says, and then there’s a sharp intake of breath almost as if she didn’t want to let me in on her feelings.

  “Fuck, Lyla. I missed you too, babe,” I get up from my bed, not liking being away from her, sliding my jeans on up over my hips, getting ready as fast as I can.

  “What are you doing?” She asks.

  “Hold on, I’m putting a shirt on,” I put the phone on speaker to finish getting redressed.

  “Isn’t that the opposite of going to bed?” She says with a laugh.

  “I’m not going another hour without seeing you. Stay on the phone with me, I’m heading your way.” I throw my wallet in my back pocket, put my shoes on, all while still on the phone with Lyla. My body is yearning for hers, to feel her against mine, and to hold her through the night.

  “Are you sure? I know you’ve had a busy week,” I can hear the smile that Lyla has in her voice through the phone.

  “Promise. I’m going to hang up now. I’ll see you in about ten minutes, babe.”

  “See you soon,” she hangs up, I pull up her address on my GPS through my phone, then make my way to her.

  9

  Lyla

  I jump out of bed, no longer tired. Nope, not at all. That happy dance I did before bed, well it’s definitely amplified now. I rush into the bathroom, run my hairbrush through my hair, brush my teeth, and then look at the pajamas I’m wearing. “Shit,” I grumble. Having to put a bra on, even if it is one without wires is still going to suck.

  Stomping out of the bathroom, I take my shirt off, pull a bra over my head, and put my shirt back on.

  The doorbell going off to my two-story town home has me stopping my tantrum, one much like Clairabella would have if she didn’t get what she wanted.

  “Coming!” I
say as I rush down the stairs to get to the door. I’m wearing my normal pajamas, an oversized shirt with a pair of sleep shorts. When I open the door, I see Colt standing there looking like sex on a stick, his long and lean body is encased in clothes that only accentuate his appearance. Nothing like the disheveled mess I surely look like.

  Colt smirks, as if he’s thinking the same thing I am. Apparently the both of us have the same mind when it comes to one liners, especially about coming.

  “Damn, babe. Look how gorgeous you are,” he grunts as he crowds me inside the foyer. He’s so close his scent is surrounding me, the smell of crisp winter and the undertones of motor oil from him working on cars.

  “Oh, this old thing,” I joke with a smile.

  “Come on, let’s get to bed. I know you’re tired, how much have you been working lately?” His eyebrow lifts up and I’m caught. While Colt wasn’t working in the office, I got there early and stayed late to finally catch up.

  “Can you really tell how tired I am?” I ask.

  “Lyla, the circles under your eyes tell me everything. It also lets me know I won’t be leaving you for two days straight again. I’m praying like hell you at least ate,” he grouses.

  “Hmph, I did eat though. Sleep isn’t always easy for me to come by though.” I lock the deadbolt to the front door, I take Colt’s hand and lead him up the stairs. My house is decorated with things I’ve picked up along the way from traveling. It’s eclectic and definitely colorful, but my prized possessions are definitely the memories that I’ll hold onto forever.

  When we reach my room, Colt steps out of his shoes, slides his jeans down his body, and rips his tee shirt off.

  My mouth is hanging open once he’s undressed and ready to slide into bed. I’m just standing by the bed staring at Colt in all of his glory. His skin is dark, so much darker than my own. His washboard stomach doesn’t have just six lines, oh no, he has eight, and I want to lick each and every one of them.

  “Get in bed, babe,” Colt grunts.

  I whip out of my own thoughts and scurry to my side of the bed.

  “You can’t blame a girl for looking, Colt,” I reply with the sass my momma gave me.

  “Not complaining, babe. You’re dead on your feet. I’ll give us what we both want, in due time,” he responds.

  “Oh, okay. Goodnight, Colt,” I mumble out while yawning.

  “Night, Lyla,” he kisses my forehead as he snuggles into me. Being held like this, surrounded by his warmth, it’s out of this world amazing.

  10

  Colt

  I wake up in Lyla’s bed, not alone. Thank fuck, but what I wake up to is Lyla squirming against my leg. I can feel her heat searing me through her sleep shorts.

  “Babe, you got to wake up,” I rasp out, not wanting to wake her up abruptly from what has to be an erotic dream. I’m not that strong, if she keeps this up, I know what I’ll do. I’ll flip her over and fuck her, something I know she wants but I’m trying to take my time, not let my dick lead me around.

  “Colt,” she moans out.

  “Fuck it,” I grumble out. I move her so she’s flat on her back, her hips are rocking in thin air, and I’ll be damned if I allow her to come on her own.

  I crawl up between her spread thighs, she locks her legs around my waist, and I know if I don’t wake her up now, I’m fucking toast.

  “Lyla, babe,” I grunt into her ear, trying like hell to wake her up, her hips are moving back and forth against my length.

  I hold her waist down, slowing her down from coming without being fully awake.

  “Colt,” she whispers out as her eyes flutter open.

  “Thank God, babe. You were killing me,” my forehead drops to hers.

  “What?” She questions.

  “You were moaning my name in your sleep, like hell I was going to let you come by yourself,” my voice is thick with my own desire to feel her come undone.

  “No way, I’ve never done that before. Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” she rambles.

  “Don’t be sorry, best morning in my life waking up hearing you moan my name,” I take her lips in mine, not giving two shits that the both of us have morning breath.

  I grind down on her, wanting these layers we have between us gone. “More,” she all but begs.

  “We’re not having sex, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you walk around needing me all day.”

  “That’s good, because I don’t want to be. Plus, Colt?” She asks.

  I look up at her as she takes her shirt and then her shorts off, “Fuck, give a man some warning,” I grumble.

  “I really like you,” she breathes out. She’s practically bare beneath me in nothing but some lacy type bra thing and even lacier underwear that leave nothing to the imagination.

  “I’m pretty sure I more than like you,” I tell her, she sits up, taking off her bra that she slept in. “God damn,” I moan when I see them.

  I dip my head taking one cherry red nipple into my mouth, sucking on it until Lyla’s hips are moving again, then I move to the other. Paying homage to them, my mouth doesn’t want to leave them, but my mouth is watering to taste every inch of her.

  Lyla’s hand dives into my boxer briefs, breaking me off of her nipple. My head drops back on my shoulders, feeling her small hand around my cock. “Just like that, Lyla,” her grip is firm as she moves it along my length. I finally pull my shit together. I’m not going to allow Lyla to get me off without her getting off too.

  11

  Lyla

  One minute I was sitting up, my hand firmly on Colt’s length, the next thing I know I’m flat on my back and my panties are being wrenched off of my body. His own boxer briefs are off and the both of us are naked.

  “Oh, Colt,” I say, in awe of his perfect body. I want him now, tomorrow, and for the rest of time.

  “Look at you, all laid out and pretty for me, for only me,” Colt growls. His length is right on top of my bare center. If I moved my hips just right the tip of him would be inside me.

  Colt moves his hips, lazily back and forth, drawing out the way he’s manipulating my body. I lift up on my elbows, I want to watch everything I absolutely can. The way Colt’s muscles bulge as he moves, his hips finding the right rhythm.

  “Are you watching us, Lyla? Do you see how fucking amazing we are together?” he asks.

  “Yes, we’re perfect together,” I admit. He’s watching his cock glide in between the lips of my pussy, never penetrating, but dragging his cock along my clit. My pussy is clenching at air, wanting him inside me. But I know Colt will hold firm. It’s something I’ve noticed about him. He doesn’t change his mind once it’s set.

  I fall back down, my hands grasping the sheets beside my head.

  “I’m so close to coming,” my breathing is choppy as I say those few words.

  “Yeah, you are. I can feel it, you’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait till it’s my cock inside you, but right now. This. Is. Everything.” He enunciates with each thrust.

  His head dips down, latching on my nipple, at first sucking on it, and then he bites down. My hips move in sync with his and I come.

  “Colt,” I moan, I don’t close my eyes as he sits back on his haunches. He watches the way my body convulses, and I watch him, as he comes in thick ropes all over my bare pussy.

  He falls down beside me, not letting me stay away from him for a minute. Colt rolls me so I’m nestled in next to him, my stomach to his side, neither of us caring about the mess between us.

  “I think I love you spending the night with me,” I say with a giggle.

  “Next time, it’s my place though. We’re closer to the shop, it’ll work out for both of us,” he responds.

  “I’m good with that, does that mean more mornings like this?”

  Colt turns, tickling my sides while laughing along with me, “Are you using me for orgasms?” he questions with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

  “I’ll never tell,” I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, “S
hower with me?”

  “There’s no place on earth you could go, where I wouldn’t follow, Lyla,” he says as he gets out of bed himself.

  My heart is so full with his declaration. I do the only thing I want to do, launching myself in his arms and kiss him with everything I have to give.

  12

  Colton

  “Mr. Colt, Mr. Colt,” I hear the patter of footsteps and my name being called. I get up from my desk, knowing full well Lyla said Clairabella was full of energy and has the biggest heart known to man.

  I step outside of my office, going towards the front door, but I’m stopped in my tracks. There’s Clairabella, looking just like her mom, but dressed just like Lyla. She’s in ripped up jean shorts, sandals, and a tee shirt that says, “Sassy Like My Aunties.”

  “Hi Clairabella, I’m Colt,” I tell her squatting down on her level. Her arms shoot out, and I’m not sure if she’s going to fall or if she wants me to hug her.

  “She wants a hug. Clairabella has never met a stranger a day in her life,” Lyla says. The only difference in their outfits is she’s wearing a shirt that has “Cool Aunt” emblazoned on it.

  I hold my arms out for Clairabella and give her a hug. I wrap her up in my arms. Standing up, “Hey, babe,” I lightly kiss Lyla’s lips.

  “Oh, are you going to be my Uncle Colt?” Clairabella questions.

  “Maybe one day, it depends if your Aunt will go on a date with me or not,” I tell her honestly.

  “I have no words, but if you’re asking, the answer is yes. Come on Bella, let’s get the food off loaded and feed Mr. Colt,” Lyla says. She takes Clairabella out of my arms, sets her on the ground and goes into my office, the bag on her shoulder is on my desk and both the girls take out everything we need to have breakfast together this morning.