Lyon
Chapter 63

“Colt, thank you for this, this is… I don’t know what to say.”

“It was your girls Cy, I had nothing to do with it; it was all mom and Kat.”

“This is too much and that headstone, you can’t tell me that thing is only worth two grand.” As a matter of fact it was worth fifteen but he didn’t need to know that.

“Didn’t the guy tell you they were having some kind of crazy sale?” He gave me a look like he knew I was full of shit, which I pretended not to notice as I looked around at the people who had travelled with us.

There had to be a good sixty or seventy people here. The ones who stayed back were watching the kids or the business but everyone had pitched in in some way or the other.

Mom and Kat had come up with the idea of a small service, which had just ended and now we were having a picnic under the tree that Cy had chosen to shade his wife.

I’d made arrangements to have the grave tended bi weekly and her favorite lilies placed every Sunday. I’d at least let Cy have a piece of that, but the marble headstone which the women in my life assured me was the best the place had to offer I’d kind of swindled him on.

After putting a bug in the owner’s ear I’d got him to agree to lie to Cy about the cost, the f**k did he care as long as he was getting paid.

Until today Cy had only seen the headstone online so he hadn’t noticed the gold lettering or the two angels that again mom and Kat had commissioned. I wasn’t about to argue with him about it, it was done as far as I’m concerned.

“Thanks son.”

“Don’t mention it.” We stayed there pretty much until the place closed to give Cy some time with his Becky because who knows how long it would be before he got back this way again.

***

Back at home we were back to the wedding bullshit but at least there’d been some progress and I’d stopped wanting to strangle Elise’s annoying a*s.

That could be because ever since the BBQ I’d been feeding her a steady line of bullshit which eventually made her throw in the towel and tell the girls she couldn’t work with just me so they were gonna have to pitch in. Score!

Now all I had to do was find that one thing that would make her run screaming from me so that all I would have to do is show up and say the words which is what the f**k I said in the first place.

“Babe what’s all this shit?”

“It’s the gifts for the wedding party.”

“The who what?”

“The groomsmen and the bridesmaids and maid of honor and stuff.” She’d caved on that one.

“They get gifts?” She rolled her eyes at me and went back to her gift-wrapping.

“If you’d listened to Elise you would know this stuff.”

That was my cue to shut the f**k up; I started to walk back out the room the same way I came but I caught her leering at me with that special gleam in her eye.

Lately she’s been kinda amorous; it was to the point where my d**k was almost raw; I wasn’t gonna stop that shit though, f**k no why would I?

“What’re you looking at baby?”

“My sexy husband to be.” She was eyeing my shirtless torso like it was a meal. I ran my hand over her name and likeness on my side as I winked at her.

She grinned and blushed before tossing the box she was wrapping and charging me. She took me down right there on the living room floor; I held my hands above my head and let her run the show.

My jeans were unbuckled and off and she had her lips wrapped around my c**k meat before I’d taken two breaths. “F**k baby.” I looked down at her and the look on her face, f**k me, she was enjoying the f**k outta this.

“Upstairs.” I knew this mood and the hard floor was no place for the f*****g she was about to get; no sense in bruising her precious skin. We made it to the bed with her over my shoulder, but as soon as I put her down she was on my d**k again.

“Turn around babe.” I helped her straddle my head and pulled her p***y down to my mouth so I could tongue her. Her a*s has been feeling extra nice lately like she’d gained a pound or two which was alright by me, more for me to hold onto.

When she pulled off my c**k I knew she was ready but I still let her do her thing.

She turned around and impaled herself on my extremely hard c**k.

“Angel I didn’t breed you did I?”

“No why?” She looked at me with a frown.

“Because lately you’ve been horny as f**k.”

“It’s the tattoo; I think it did something to me.”

She went back to riding my d**k as I played with her clit, making her p***y squeeze around me as we shook the bed.

***

It didn’t take Jennifer and James Rossetti long to get the memo with the new letter heading. I’m such a bastard I had my team of lawyers working on the name change; it might take some time but it will be done.

I wanted everything done by the time of our wedding, which thank heavens I’d finally been completely relieved from having to help plan; that could have something to do with me telling the organizer chick that I wanted buckets of Rolling Rock as my centerpieces.

I had to hear about that shit from the women in my life for three whole f*****g days. I almost gave in but I held out, that chick was f*****g annoying. With that out of the way I could focus on the Rossetti f**k ups and whatever the f**k they had coming my way.

So far there’s only been a lot of empty threats and bullshit over the phone; after the first few calls from both of them I let all the others go to voice mail. That would be nice evidence for later if I should need it.

I had my guys on high alert where Kat was concerned although she had no idea what was going on. On the off-chance they’d lose their f*****g minds and decide to go after mom or one of my sisters I had dad and Emery on alert as well. Dad didn’t think they’d have the balls to do anything but I wasn’t so sure; I know crazy when I see it and these two were f****d.

Now it’s a nice quiet evening after work and my girl and I are bustling around the kitchen together making dinner. It’s one of my favorite times of our day; just the two of us no one else around; we can be totally focused on each other doing something we both enjoy.

“Pass me the garlic press babe. Thanks.” I got the press and a smooch for good measure; other than our time spent in bed I love these relaxed times with her.

We turned off the phones, turned the music down low and just enjoyed each other. Later after a nice meal together we’ll watch some TV or catch up on some paperwork before one of us got frisky which didn’t take much. We were usually in bed by ten the latest but funnily enough we never went to sleep until much later.