A Love to Cherish (Finding Love Series Book 2)

by Tory Baker

“Nobody asked you, you’re on my shit list, too,” I’m grumpy and hungry all at once.

  “What did I do to you?”

  “I don’t know, give me ten minutes, I’ll figure it out,” I sit down on the chair beside him.

  “Clearly Colt hasn’t tamed your wild ass yet.” He’s full of sarcasm today, I can tell.

  “Well, it’s been nice talking to you, but I’m going to go see if the girls are here. I’m sure they’ll want my company instead of being a dick.” I mess up his hair and walk away.

  Leaving Colt and my mom probably isn’t the smartest of ideas, but if I don’t find something to snack on, I’m going to eat my own arm.

  18

  Colt

  As soon as Lyla walked away, it was my chance to ask her parents. I could have waited for another time to do this, but there’s no time like the present.

  “Grace, Dylan, I think you know what I’m about to ask. I wanted to give you the courtesy of a heads up. Even if you say no, I’m still going to do whatever it takes to make Lyla happy. May I have your blessing in asking her to marry me?” I ask.

  “Oh honey, you know you have mine. My boys came home with a smile on their face and I knew they were up to something. All of them asking her to run errands for them to your shop. It all makes sense now. Welcome to the family, Colt,” Grace says while wringing her hands in giddiness.

  “Well hell, I knew this shit was going to happen, I just wasn’t prepared for it to happen this soon. I guess Grace is a yes, but I’ll tell you this, if you take my girl off to get married without her family, there will be hell to pay,” he grunts, but then shakes my hand, pulling me in for a hug.

  “Thank you. There’s something else I want to talk to you about. I may need your help with this one. She’s mentioned having a destination wedding. I’d love your and Grace’s help with that. Not financial, but the logistics of it. Maybe make it a surprise. I take her there on vacation, but what we’re really there for is our wedding,” I tell them an idea that’s been brewing for a while.

  “She’d love that, and we’d love nothing more than to help you. Are you sure you don’t need help financial wise?” Grace asks.

  “Gracie, love. The man has more money than he knows what to do with. The last car he restored sold for a quarter of a million dollars,” Dylan shakes his head.

  “As if I would know anything about that. I just do our books. I figured it was about the same as ours. What do I know,” she laughs, and Dylan brings her into his arms.

  “I’m good, I have this covered. I’ve been smart and invested wisely. Lyla can quit working and shop all day if that’s what she wanted. Not saying she will though. She’s damn independent, that woman. I’ll have my mom call you?” I ask Grace.

  “You do that, her and I can handle the rest. You better go rescue Lyla though. She’s liable to eat everything in the fridge while Dylan pulls the meat off the grill,” she laughs.

  I thank them and then make my way inside. The laughter filling the kitchen stops me in my tracks. Lyla, Callie, Presley, Clairabella, and Noah are in there. All of them are laughing while they pig out over the chips and dip Lyla had us stop at the store to get. When she got six bags of chips and four jars of salsa, I thought she was crazy. Now it all makes sense, the only one not eating is Noah and that’s because he’s too young.

  “Amazing, huh?” Lincoln comes up beside me.

  “Yeah, it is,” I reply, they don’t even realize we’re watching. The outsiders looking in, they aren’t worried about what they look like. The world is cut off from them doing what they do best, bond as sisters.

  19

  Lyla

  “Bella, what do you say we go find Colt?” I ask Bella after all of us girls polished off two bags of chips, along with the salsa we poured into the bowl. Mom is so going to kick our asses, but it was worth it. It’s been awhile since the girls and I could just sit back and relax. Our girls’ night out has calmed down from our usual once a month outing. I’d like to say it sucks. It doesn’t though. It’s just the change that comes with everyone’s life evolving.

  “Okay, do you think he’ll take me for a ride in his truck Auntie Lala?” she responds, her face looks up at me, softly.

  “I think he’ll say he’d take his two best girls with him anywhere,” I look up and Colt is standing in the doorway to the outside deck. He’s leaning against it, his muscular arms crossed over one another, on perfect display for my viewing pleasure, and mine alone.

  “I guess we should go ask your mom before we get ahead of ourselves and we also have that thing called lunch we need to eat,” I tell Bella.

  “But, Auntie Lala. I’m not hungry now after our snack,” her hip is jutted out, with her hand on it.

  “You’ve been outed, babe. A ten-minute ride around town won’t kill her. Go ask Callie and then we’ll go. Maybe by then she’ll be hungry, and your parents won’t yell at the two of you for eating before lunch,” he smirks as he takes Bella’s hand and guides her outside.

  “I guess I’ll go talk to Callie,” I grumble, then turn on my heel heading back towards the kitchen.

  I hear Colt chuckle but continue on.

  “You are in so much trouble with that one. Just go ahead and move in, get married, and have babies that will look just like the two of you,” Presley states.

  “He’s hell on my ovaries, that’s for sure,” I blow out a puff of air before continuing. “Hey, Callie, is it okay if we take Bella for a ride? We won’t be gone long.”

  “I don’t mind, I think she devoured as much food as we did. Oh well, you only get to be a kid once, right?” she responds.

  “That weasel ratted us out to Colt, chances are she’s telling all of our parents now, and all of us will get “grounded” from the kitchen before lunch for a while,” I use air quotes, the girls and the girls and I laugh until our stomachs hurt. Not to mention Callie snorting. Our parents never had any problems grounding all of us at once if we screwed up, and boy did we have our moments. Sneaking out to hang out on the roof without them knowing, while we all tried our first and last cigarette, going camping without telling them, and sneaking into a bar when we weren’t eighteen yet. Even though the bar said no one under the age of eighteen and you had to be twenty-one to drink.

  I think we were grounded for months after that. The bar incident though, they were all disappointed in us and that was all we needed for us girls to straighten our shit out and fast.

  “That’s it, she’s out of the girls’ club,” Presley hollers, and it has us laughing again. That’s how we spend the rest of our afternoon, well, minus a certain trip around town. Colt even let her shift the gear a couple of times. Bella was on cloud nine and my ovaries were definitely working overtime.

  20

  Colt

  Pulling this off is going to take an act of God. Not that I mind, I don’t — not when the end goal is having my last name attached to hers. Every moment, we’ve been together, at work or at home. She’s always with me, she practically moved into my house, not that I care. I find it funny that she hasn’t realized most of her clothes and even some of decor has even made it into my home. I think the only one who hasn’t figured out she lives with me is Lyla herself.

  The downfall, I’ve had zero time to help her mom, let alone my mom, get things ready. Even talking to my mom letting her know what was happening, conferencing with Lyla’s mom too, it was kept to a minimum, only getting a spare moment when Lyla went and picked us up some lunch.

  It’ll all be worth it when I let her know we’re leaving in two days though. “Hey Lyla, baby?” I walk through the house trying to find her, she’s not in the kitchen, the living room, or the back deck. I walk upstairs, thinking maybe she’ll be in the bedroom. When I open it, I see she’s been here. Her clothes are strewed across the ground, a trail leading to the bathroom.

  Knocking on the door, “Lyla, you in there?” before opening the door.

  “Hey, Colt,” she says once I open the door. Lyla is in the tu
b soaking, not a bubble in sight, just her body on display for my viewing.

  “Fuck,” I grunt. Her dusk colored nipples are pebbled and tipped above the water’s surface, her smooth skin is slick and wet, leading my eyes down to where I want my mouth most.

  “Mr. Montgomery, my eyes are up here,” Lyla says with a grin on her face. I lick my lips knowing I’ll have my head buried between her legs and soon.

  “Yeah, they are, but I was taking you in. Here in the bath, your body calls to me like a siren’s song,” I start stripping out of my clothes I wore to the garage today.

  I make short work of my shirt, my shoes, and then my jeans fall to the ground, stepping out of them, “Now who’s staring Miss Adams,” I groan, her hands are feeling her breasts as she plays with her nipples.

  “Have you looked in the mirror?” She questions. I arch my eyebrow at her, before stepping into the bath with her. “Lift your legs, babe.”

  I take my time, my fingertips grazing over the length of her legs, back and forth, never reaching where she wants me most.

  Instead, I do the exact opposite while holding a conversation, “How were things with work?” I had to work in the garage most of the day, less paperwork and more hands-on, which I love. Except I didn’t get my fill of Lyla today.

  “Hmm, it was good. I picked up a new brand for a client. I missed seeing you, though,” she admits.

  “Missed you too, babe. Which is why I came home to talk to you. Can you clear your calendar for a week?” I ask her.

  “I’m sure I can swing that, what were you thinking?”

  “A vacation, with the two of us in Barbados, starting Thursday?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her. Sure, it’ll be the two of us for the beginning and ending of it. I’d love to take Lyla on a long honeymoon, but it may have to be later on, when the both of us have more time off of work than four days.

  “What!” She screams jumping up out of the water and straddling my lap. Fuck what she does to me when she’s soaking wet.

  “You and me, the sand, the sun, and you in tiny ass bathing suits,” I moan, her pussy is hovering over the crown of my cock. One thrust up and I could be seated inside her pussy, right where I’m meant to be.

  “Yes, you in no shirt, the sun kissing your skin. I’ll work on my calendar tomorrow,” and with that, I can’t wait any longer. Grabbing her hips, I hold onto them as I thrust up and she bears down, her lips nip at mine, and we let our passion consume us. Little does she know by the end of this week, she’ll be wearing my last name.

  21

  Lyla

  The past few days I had so much to do, rearranging my schedule, going to my house and packing. It’s been a whirlwind. Now though, it’s nothing but the hot sun and the blue ocean.

  “What are you doing out here by yourself?” Colt asks.

  “Waiting for you until we can go down to the water, this place is a dream. Thank you for bringing me here,” I spin around, my arms going around his neck.

  “Anything for you, Lyla, anything,” he presses a kiss to my forehead before grabbing my hand and leading me out the door to head down to the beach.

  “I didn’t even grab a bag, Colt,” I remind him. We’re in our bathing suits, Colt in a pair of black board shorts, highlighting his muscles. I’m in a high waisted bathing suit, with a triangle type top that has slashes of colors everywhere, almost as if it is a watercolor.

  “We won’t be down here too long, we’ll come back. Right now, I just want to watch the sunset with my woman,” he almost bellows, as we run down the path that leads to the beach.

  “Okay,” I breathe out and never question him again, even when we get to the beach and I see rose petals formed into a question. “What?” I say in shock. There’s Colt on bended knee, a ring box in his hand asking me, “Lyla, babe, do me the honor of allowing me to love you for the rest of our lives and marry me?”

  My whole body is shaking, tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I have the biggest smile on my face. I drop to my knees, tackle hugging Colt, while saying “Yes, with everything I have yes!”

  “Thank fuck,” Colt whispers in my ear. Then, his lips are on mine and he’s standing up. I’m still in his arms, he grabs me on the back of my thighs and I climb him like a tree.

  “I love you,” I tell him before smashing our lips together, and that’s what we do right here on the sand with passersby watching us, a few even clapped, but for the most part everyone could have been here, and we wouldn’t have noticed them.

  Our tongues meld together, each of us tasting what the other has to give. It’s the most amazing feeling being in Colt’s arms.

  “Love you, Lyla. I told you we wouldn’t be out here long,” he groans, and then while I’m still wrapped around him, he takes us back to our room.

  “Where’s the key?” I ask in between kisses.

  “Front pocket,” he mumbles, my hand glides down his body initially going for his pocket, but I get sidetracked along the way. When I feel the bulge he’s sporting in his shorts, I palm his length, sliding the palm of my hand and squeezing.

  “Fuck, if you don’t stop, I’m going to take you right here against the palm trees,” Colt bites at my neck.

  My body shudders in need, that’s when I feel the bark of a tree against my back, the sliding of my bathing suit bottoms being pulled aside, two fingers slide inside me while his palm is facing me.

  “I’m going to come,” I groan. Colt’s mouth on my neck, his fingers deep inside me, the way he feels pressed against me. It doesn’t take long to have me shattering for him.

  “I love how hot you burn for me,” his voice is thick with need, and if I could move my body, I’d fall to my knees before him and show him just how much I love how hot he is for me too.

  “We need to get to our room, now,” I mumble, slowly sliding down the length of his body. I feel the way his cock is rock hard, and I want to taste him so badly, I yearn for it.

  “You good to walk?” Colt questions cockily. He knows he just rocked my world.

  “Just wait until I return the favor. We’ll see how well you can walk,” I reply saucily, and this time I take his hand and lead the way.

  22

  Colt

  Lyla didn’t even see the ring I placed on her finger while she was backed against the tree, she may work in the fashion industry, but it doesn’t faze her. It wasn’t until we got back into our room, she was on her knees, and pulling my shorts down. The breath she took as she noticed it on her hand was one of awe, Lyla completely forgot what she was doing. She looked at the two-carat princess cut platinum engagement ring and tears started falling.

  “Oh my god, it’s beautiful,” her ass was planted on her legs, looking up at me.

  “You’re beautiful,” I responded holding the back of her neck while she was looking up at me. The small sheepish smile she rewarded me with let me know just what she was up to. I no sooner blinked and she had me all the way down. The palm of her hand cradling my balls and her mouth on my cock.

  The way her mouth felt wrapped around my cock, she knew exactly how to hollow her cheeks, and take me deep down her throat.

  “God damn, Lyla,” I grunt, my body trying to hold off from coming down her throat like this was my first time having her luscious lips wrap around my cock.

  Lyla is a giver, if it wasn’t me waking her up with my head buried between her thighs then I was the one awakened with her hand on my cock or her mouth wrapped around me.

  She doesn’t stop, not until I’m coming down her throat. My hands tangle in her hair as I control my own body quaking.

  Lyla sits back with her cat ate the canary bird type grin, “Proud of yourself, huh?” I ask with a chuckle.

  “Hell yes, I am. It’s usually you that makes me weak in the knees, not the other way around.” I help her up from the floor.

  “I’m going to make the calls, let my parents and the girls know we’re getting married!” She yells out to the room and then does some crazy kind of dance move.
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br />   “You do that, baby. I’ll go call my own, then I’ll order room service tonight,” I wink at her as she sashays off to her purse to grab her phone.

  I call my mom, letting her know to let Grace and Dylan know that everything is a go for tomorrow as quietly as possible. It’s kind of hard to hear my mom on the line with Lyla and the girls chatting on speaker phone about anything and everything between. Yeah, this was the best idea I could ever come up with. This way everyone will be surrounding us on a day that will be the best day of my life, other than Lyla walking into my garage pissed off as ever. That memory will always be top on the list.

  23

  Lyla

  “Wake up, sleepy head,” I hear Colt whisper into my ear.

  “Go away, we’re on vacation. We can sleep in for a little while longer,” I roll over and burrow into the pillow he used last night.

  The sheets being pulled away from my naked body and the slap on my ass wakes me up.

  “What?” I roll over and sit up. Colt is standing, ready to start the day. He’s in a pair of khaki shorts, a cotton tee shirt, and flip flops.

  “You have a busy day ahead of you.” He smiles at me before coming up to kiss me.

  “Me, don’t you mean we?”

  “Nope, today is your day. The sooner you get dressed, the sooner you’ll know what you’ll be up to.” I can tell he’s up to something.

  “Okay, fine. I suppose I’ll get dressed and do something on my own while we’re on vacation together.” Allowing the sheets to drop from my chest as I sit up in bed, wanting to get a reaction out of him, maybe then he’ll spill the beans and tell me what’s really going on. I see the look on his face as he takes in my naked breasts. “You do not play fair,” Colt says, though he still doesn’t divulge any information he seems to be keeping from me.