Lyon
Chapter 59

It seemed the next week or so was all about the wedding; Katarina was on cloud nine she just had a perpetual smile on her face morning noon and night and the s*x was f*****g outrageous.

It’s like the ring had a direct link to the p***y or some shit; not that I had any complaints before but f**k; my girl had grown bolder.

The last few mornings I’ve woken up to find her already started on my d**k. Between her piercings, my mark and now my ring on her finger my heart was about to burst from overload.

“I can’t wait to plant my kid in you.” She clamped down on my c**k and f*****g drenched me with her juices. I wasn’t done yet though I kept stroking nice and easy into her prolonging the pleasure.

“Colton.”

“Yeah baby?”

“Go faster f**k me harder.”

“Uh-uh, nice and slow; I want to stay inside you for as long as I can.”

“Please, it’s too good.” I laughed at that before pulling out and rubbing my c**k ring against her pierced clit I knew that would drive her crazy and it did, which is why I then tongue f****d her until she begged me to finish her off.

I surged back into her taking her mouth with mine as our bodies rocked together, her sweet a*s held tight in my hands. I kept at her until my c**k had had enough and I couldn’t hold off any longer; then I let go and emptied my seed in her womb.

***

“What the f**k; who cares what color the chairs are and what the f**k is a swag?” I’m buried in f*****g wedding bullshit. I know they were trying to make me pay for insisting on a December wedding.

Even my beloved fianc¨¦e have joined the ranks, claiming that since she had to plan this weekend’s welcome party for Vanessa that I had to pick up the reins. This pain in the a*s organizer planner whatever the f**k kept on my a*s twenty four seven; she never let the f**k up.

“Mr. Lyon we’ve been all over this already; things have to match up accordingly. Now Katarina has chosen purple and silver as her color scheme so we have to make sure the flowers, centerpieces and all these little odds and ends blend in together perfectly.

I poked my head out of my office door to talk to Kat who was busy with invoices. “Babe, seriously I can’t do this shit.”

“Deal.” No sympathy, she hadn’t even looked up from what she was doing. I’ll deal alright; I’ll deal with her little a*s later either here or at home which is pretty much how the last few days have been going.

She got away with sticking me with the pit bull and only heaven knows why she needed my input on something every single day since she’d been hired; and I got to take out my frustrations on Kat’s sweet p***y later.

It was a good deal all around. I gave her another ten minutes before kicking her out of my office and sending her on her way. According to mom she was the best in the business and we were lucky to get her on such short notice; she was doing us a favor.

What the f**k ever, I don’t see why we couldn’t just buy some damn flowers and a cake; get one of the guys to play some music and be done with it. Of course the one time I’d said that you’d have thought I’d yelled fire in a packed theatre.

Women have some weird f*****g ideas about this shit; I’ve been catching Kat with the sweetest secret smile on her face a lot lately; either that or she was mooning over her ring; that’s when she wasn’t attacking me for d**k. All in all I got a sweet deal so I couldn’t really complain.

The news out of Arizona was just more of the same, still listed as a missing person. His cohorts in prison were still wondering who had opened up the gates of hell on their asses since I kept up a steady stream of beat downs or torture.

A life had been lost after all and even though I have made it my mission in life to heal Kat from whatever lingering pain still plagued her from that ordeal, I must still exact retribution; it was only right after all as her husband to be.

Funny thing is, that once whoever was carrying out the punishments on the inside found out what these f***s were in for, their fee dropped to a carton of cigarettes a week.

Her father hadn’t approached me again after that first time but sometimes while in his presence I could sense his wanting to bring it up. I hope he didn’t because I really didn’t want any bad b***d between us, but I had no intentions of ever sharing the details with him.

Tina was acting like we were new best friends all of a sudden, it’s a wonder what a piece of precious metal could do; now when she called and I answered Kat’s phone on those rare occasions that she was otherwise occupied, instead of her usual gripes I got cooed at, there are no words.

Word is she’s talking of moving back; her, mom and Char were into daily talks and shit; yeah like I needed that shit. There was even talk of a reconciliation between her and Drake.

Kat seems really excited about that one. I guess it didn’t matter how old you were in a situation like that. I could give a f**k one way or the other as long as she kept out of my shit when she did move back here I was fine.

Still haven’t seen hide or hair of the Rossettis, which could either be a good or bad thing. If they were out of sight because they were somewhere licking their wounds and learning to stay the f**k out of my way this was good.

On the other hand, if the crazy f***s were hiding out and plotting their next plan of attack that was not so good. My people haven’t heard anything one way or the other but I kept them on alert.

I didn’t trust either sibling, as far as I was concerned they were both f*****g nuts and neither was to be trusted.

Kat seem to be over any hang-ups she might’ve had from her short encounters with the two of them; she never ever mentioned them so I’m guessing she didn’t see them as a threat that was okay; though it was my job to look out for shit like that.

Grimaldi was still coming through, my association with him was garnering me more business than I knew what to do with; my crew was happy, their pockets were getting fat and my bikes were in foreign magazines and being hailed as the newest hot item for the rich and famous jet setter. We had back up orders running into next year.

“Hey boss can I talk to you a minute?”

“Cyrus my man come on in pull up a chair; please tell me something manly that would get the picture of wedding colors and flowers and shit out of my head.” He thought that shit was funny.