26. Colt
Chapter 26
Colt
G lancing at the clock again, I realize she should be home any second. Home. In my head this place here is home, with me, the place where we reconnected, discovered each other again, and spent time getting to know the adult versions of ourselves. It's also where things fell apart and came back together.
It's been six weeks since I was stabbed and ended up in the hospital. Six long weeks where I felt like shit and useless while everyone waited on me. There were so many times where I wanted to tell Lyric to go home, that she didn’t need to be here, in captivity with me. But I’m not the good man she believes me to be. Part of me loved keeping her here to help me, to care for me. I want her to see this place as her home. It kills me that she drives forty-five minutes to an hour every day to go to work and then comes back here. Again, I should let her go back to her life. I’m selfish though, and tonight Lyric and I have to have the conversation that’s been a long time coming.
When she gets back, I’m already waiting for her. She steps into the living room, taking my breath away like she always does, even in just a pair of black slacks and the light purple blouse she has on.
“Hey, baby,” I greet her and stand to give her a kiss on the cheek.
Her brow rises and she notices the bouquet on the coffee table I picked especially for today. “Colt?”
“Read the card,” I urge her forward. She's biting her lip, and her fingers shake slightly.
“Tulips, peonies, roses too. Daisies and daffodils because I’m in love with you.” She reads out loud, her voice hitching on the last words. “Love, Colt.”
I move toward her and take her hands in mine. “I know I promised to let you think and give you time, but I have to say this, Lyric. I can’t hold it back. I’m sorry, and I’ll never stop apologizing for the way I hurt you, hurt us. I can only promise you that I will be a better man. I want to be because thinking about life without you again guts me, Lyric. I want you. I want us to be together. I want a future with you.”
I glance up and my eyes collide with hers filled with tears. My hands reach for her, instantly wanting to comfort her. I hate when she cries. “Baby.”
She shakes her head and takes a step closer to me, her hands running over my arms and stopping at my shoulders. “I love you, Colt.”
My jaw drops and shock hits my system. Swallowing and gazing down at her, I have to ask just to be sure. “You do?”
Lyric giggles and it's the sweetest sound. “I’m so sorry, Colt. I wanted to talk to you sooner, but you were recovering. I said it that night you were stabbed, but I didn’t want you to think it was just because you were dying. I overthought it.”
This time I laugh with her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her body into mine. “I want you to move in here, Lyric, permanently. Not as my captive, or my caretaker, but as my woman, the love of my life. I want this to be our home.”
She wipes under her eyes this time with a huge grin on her face. “Well, it's a good thing I already planned to sell my old home, then.”
“You did?” I lift her off the ground and spin her in a circle. “Baby!”
“Colt.” Her hands land in fists on my shoulders, and she bends her head down to kiss me. I bring her back to her feet and we’re both smiling. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I am so happy. Until I remember my other concern, and I’m not sure how she’ll take this idea.
My fingers push her hair behind her ear and the smile falls off my face. “I worry about you every day when you drive back there. The past couple weeks have been hell every time you leave the house until you get back. Not because you are working, but the drive, baby. So I sort of looked at that open duplex near the dental office. It's not robin's-egg blue, but I can paint it for you.”
Lyric shakes her head and takes my hands. “I thought about moving my practice here too, or keeping the old one and having a new one here that I’d be working. After the office was broken into, I don’t feel safe. It's stupid. I know he’s gone, that he’s dead, but it's always hard to walk in that door. Maybe we could look at the building together? Will you help me decide what to do?”
“Anything, Lyric.” I nod and place a kiss on her forehead. “I will do anything for you.”
Lyric jumps into my arms and I catch her, pulling her body into mine, my mouth catching hers, her lips crushing mine. Her hands reach up and tangle in my hair, pulling me closer to her. There’s a small twinge in my side, but I ignore it because fuck if I’m not getting inside my girl tonight. It's been too damn long without her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock. Sure, she’s jacked me off with her tits and used her mouth to suck on me, but now I need in. I want to feel myself inside her so deep she cries out because she can’t take any more. I can already picture my cum leaking out of her, and it makes my knees weak.
“Bedroom,” she pleads before taking my mouth again. Glad we have the same plans tonight. I pick her up, and her legs wrap around my waist while I carry her through the house and up the stairs. Her body grinds down on me with every step and it’s torture.
We reach the bedroom, and I slide her down my torso, forcing her to feel exactly what she does to me. Her head tilts back and I kiss the sensitive skin on her neck and under her jaw, before bending forward and sliding her pants down over her hips. They’re some voodoo stretchy material that I really like. I capture her mouth with mine again and grip her chin while my tongue slides between her lips. Lyric moans and her hands roam all over my body until she gets my shirt up and over my head. Her fingers gently graze the scar on my side and my skin erupts in shivers from the gentle caress.
I pull from her lips and back her into the wall before dropping to my knees. “I need to taste you.”
Lyric spreads her legs and I dive in, breathing in her floral scent before licking her. Pulling her leg over my shoulder, I get deeper inside her pussy, my tongue pushing into her tight hole.
“Oh, god,” she groans, and her hand pushes my head, keeping my face where she wants it, and I grin. Turning my head, I bite down on her inner thigh, marking her as mine until I can do it for real. She yelps and I make it up to her, kissing it gently before returning to her sweet cunt and sucking her clit hard.
“Colt,” Lyric cries my name into the room, her lower body writhing out her release all over my face.
I stand up and catch her, my hand sliding under her blouse and ripping it off over her head. Her bra comes off next and I squeeze her breasts, the perfect handful, before releasing them and pushing her back up against the wall. I lift her legs and she doesn’t even have to be told to wrap them around me. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Perfect for me.”
Using one arm to hold her up, I slide my sweats down my hips until my cock springs free, the head already dripping with precum. My free hand helps line it up with her slit and I thrust forward, a groan ripping from my chest.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this. Too long. I can’t go that long again without being inside you.”
“Don’t stop, Colt. Please never stop.” She squeezes me tighter, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. I lose my sanity a little, driving in and out of her, moaning and growling at how good she feels, how wet she gets for me.
Lyric covers my face, my neck, my shoulders in kisses and her nails are digging into my back. I groan at the sharp little prick of pain and slam my mouth to hers, tasting her and letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“Come for me,” I command her, needing to feel her pussy clench around me. I want to see her fall apart.
“Yes, Colt, yes,” she pants, and I slip my hand between us, rubbing her clit. Lyric’s lips part and her pussy spasms around my cock, pulling it in deeper while she comes, clamping down on me.
Her release triggers mine and I come, my cock jerking inside her again and again. It's the most powerful climax I’ve ever had, and my head spins from it. I quickly turn and sit on the bed, taking Lyric with me. Our bodies are heated, and she leans against me. We’re both breathing heavily and she trembles in my hold.
Once I can move, I sit back and hold her face between my hands. “I love you, Lyric.”
“I love you, too,” she answers, her voice soft and gravely.
She gets up a few minutes later and I follow her to the shower. We take our time in there, washing each other. I can’t stop touching her. Eventually we get out and I force her to the bed. Lying on my back, she cuddles right next to me, and fuck me if this doesn’t feel right. Lyric is moving in and we’re really together. She loves me too.
As if hearing my thoughts, she sits up, a playful smirk on her lips. “You know, at some point a conversation with my parents is going to need to happen?” I grimace.
“I’m probably not their favorite person, huh?”
“Not by a long shot,” she retorts.
“Maybe if we lead with this part of the story, me being stabbed then being in the hospital, it will soften them up?”
“Shameless.” Lyric laughs, placing a kiss on my chest.
“I’ll talk to them,” I say, my hand coming up to cup the back of her head. “I promise. I’ll let your dad say everything he’s been holding on to, then I’ll ask him for your hand.”
She slaps me lightly. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself there, Street. We have some things to work through. I have to make some business plans and you still haven’t taken me for a ride on that bike yet.”
I laugh and the seriousness in her eyes doesn't waver. “Hell yeah, baby. I’ll take you for a ride anytime. A real one. I also want you to come back to the club and meet everyone as my girl this time.”
“I can’t be Doc and your girl?” she sasses.
“As long as you’re mine.” My eyes search hers, finding love and devotion staring back at me. I’m the fucking luckiest guy on the planet.
Lyric lays her head back down and I feel when her muscles start to slack and her body grows heavier. Kissing the top of her head, I pull her closer. “Sleep, babe. We have time.”