The Best of Forevers

by Hargrove, A. M.

  Her lips covered her teeth as she slid his cock into her mouth and let her tongue swirl around its head. She flicked it across the balls of his piercing and he growled, but when she took him all the way, letting him hit the back of her throat, he sucked in his breath and said, “Oh, Gabriella, you’ll make me come apart like that.”

  She let her mouth ride him until he pulled her off and he said with a smile, “Just what I wanted to see. Bright pink lipstick all over my cock. Now fix yourself up. We’re almost there.”

  She stared at him incredulously, as he stuffed himself back into his pants.

  “What’s the matter, kea?”

  “I-I need you,” she said with a pout.

  “I need you too.”

  “B-but …” she stammered.

  “Be patient.” He grabbed her and kissed her hard as the car rolled to a stop. “You look adorable with that frustrated expression on your face. Besides, you think you have it bad. Put yourself in my shoes. I’ve been teased by your lush pussy. I’ve tasted it, felt it on my tongue and had you come in my mouth. And here I sit with a dick as hard as a rock. Things could be a lot worse for you.”

  She could only stare at him and shake her head.

  The door of the limo opened and Gabby expected to be at some fancy apartment building, but instead they were in front of HTS. She raised her brow as he extended his hand to her.

  “Your office?”

  “Hmm-mmm.”

  “I’m confused.”

  “Come.” He reached for her hand and they rode the elevator to the rooftop, where they exited to the waiting helicopter.

  “Where do your parents live?”

  “Right outside of Atlantic City.”

  “Oh. I didn’t know.”

  “You do now.”

  Steven, the pilot, didn’t have the motor running yet, and Gabby was glad. It would’ve completely demolished the loose chignon she wore.

  “Atlantic City, huh?”

  “Yep. He’s in the casino business.”

  “I see.”

  Kolson took the seat behind the pilot in the back of the craft and had Gabby sit next to him. He put his headset on and told Steven they would be on a different channel and not to be interrupted unless it was an emergency. Then he reached for the bottle of opened champagne he’d brought from the limo and refilled their glasses.

  Once they were airborne, Kolson grabbed Gabby’s wrist and pulled her onto his lap. “Now, what were you saying about needs, Dr. Martinelli?”

  She flashed him a grin and said, “I believe we both need attending to.”

  “Indeed we do.”

  “Um, Kolson, can he see us?”

  “Steven?”

  “Yes.”

  “Can you see him?”

  “Not really.”

  “Then you’re fine. But don’t worry. I would never put you in a compromising situation, kea. Lift up.”

  She did and he slid out from under her. Then he pulled her toward the edge of the seat while he knelt on the floor. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom.

  “What are you doing?” she asked,

  “I’m getting ready to fuck you. Hard and fast. And as much as I love the thought of my cum running down your leg, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable at the party.”

  She swallowed. That hadn’t occurred to her. She watched him wrap his erection in the shiny latex and her hand automatically reached for him.

  “I love it when you’re hard.”

  “Oh, I know, kea.”

  He slid his cock inside her and they both let out long, slow moans. Then he gripped her hips and began the rocking-thrusting motion she adored. Her hands dug into his shoulders and she leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes.

  “No, Gabriella. Look at me and tell me who owns this pussy.”

  “You do.”

  “That’s right. And no one else shall ever have you. Now lean back.”

  She did and felt his piercing deep within her.

  “Ah, Kolson.”

  “Yes?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  He whispered all sorts of dirty things to her and when they both climaxed, it was hard and fast. When they finished, she grabbed his face and kissed him, taking his tongue into her mouth. Afterward, she looked at him and laughed.

  “Lipstick?”

  “Definitely lipstick.”

  “I brought extra handkerchiefs.”

  “Smart man.”

  “That I am.”

  Gabby elbowed him. “This is really something. I’ve heard of the mile-high club, but I’ve never heard of HELO sex. Or maybe we should call it HI sex. You know, like HELLO!” She giggled and as he watched her, he couldn’t help but laugh too.

  “Swear to me you’ll stick to psychiatry and not try your hand at standup comedy?”

  “What? That was funny. Admit it.”

  “Okay. Just that once.”

  “Kolson, what are you going to do with that condom?”

  “Put it in the trash. Why?”

  “Won’t they find it?”

  “Who?”

  “Whoever empties the trash.”

  Now it was Kolson’s turn to laugh. “What? Do you think they’re going to inspect all the trash in here?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Gabriella, we’re adults. We had sex. We didn’t commit a crime.”

  After he cleaned himself up and handed her tissues to do the same, he pulled her next to him. “We need to put our harnesses on. We’ll be landing soon. And finish your champagne.”

  Kolson’s demeanor had changed. A cold, distant man had taken the place of the warm, friendly, loving one present moments ago.

  She took his hand in hers and said, “I’ve got this with you. I swore an oath to you and I won’t leave you, Kolson. I love you and you don’t have to fear this.”

  “Gabriella, you don’t know what you’re saying.” His coldness frightened her. He was untouchable and not the man she knew. She wished she could delve into his mind and find out what had happened to cause this, but she of all people understood what it meant to hold secrets dear. He’d share them when the time was right. For now, she’d be there to support him.

  A few minutes later they landed on a helicopter pad and Gabby could see a sprawling mansion in the distance. It was lit up with thousands of lights, inside and out, and music could be heard. A car waited for them as Steven shut the engine down. Once the rotors had stilled, a man approached and opened the door, assisting Gabby down.

  “Mr. Hart, welcome.”

  “Hello, Kenneth. Nice to see you again. This is Dr. Martinelli.”

  “Pleased to meet you, ma’am. This way.”

  They were driven down a winding road that circled the property and ended at the estate front. It was an enormous Greek revival mansion of the likes Gabby had only seen on the pages of books and magazines.

  “Something, isn’t it?”

  “This is where you grew up?”

  “Yeah. Lovely, huh?” His tone was ice.

  His mood had blackened so severely that Gabby tried to lighten things. “It’s unreal. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “Oh, and you never will.” His bitterness was unmistakable. She clasped Kolson’s hand and felt the moisture on it—this place frightened him.

  She glanced at him. “Hey. We’ve got this, babe.” His face was a mixed bag of emotions. Worry, sadness, fear, and anger radiated from him. Though he attempted to shutter it, she knew him better than that now.

  She pulled his head toward her so she could whisper in his ear. “It’s one evening. And when we get home, I promise I’ll do anything you want. You can paddle my ass all night, Kolson. Just know I’m with you on this. Now give me some sort of sign that you understand me.”

  He looked at her gravely and nodded. Then she kissed him on the lips. Hard, with passion. They got out of the car, but not before she told him how much she loved h
im. She kissed him again and wiped her lipstick from his mouth. His half-assed grin made her relax a bit.

  When they walked inside, Kestrel greeted them in the large entryway.

  “Welcome to the Hart compound. It’s nice to see you again, Gabby, Kolson.”

  “Nice to see you too, Kestrel.”

  Kestrel leaned into her and whispered, “Beware of the dragon and his lair.”

  Kolson was talking with someone else and didn’t hear, and Kestrel had already turned away. But she thought it a most curious thing to say to someone.

  Kolson took Gabby’s elbow and led her into the next room to meet his parents. His mother, Sylvia, welcomed them. She was of medium height, blond and lovely, and nothing like Gabby expected. Sweet and kind, she hugged Gabby and treated her like she’d known her forever. “Please bring Kolson home more often. He never comes here and I rarely get to speak to my son. I miss him so.” Her words spoke to Gabby’s heart.

  When Gabby met Langston Hart, she was shocked. She’d expected an ogre, an overbearing, manipulative control freak, but instead she met a charming, handsome man who went out of his way to make her comfortable in his home. It confused the hell out of her.

  “Gabby! How wonderful it is to meet the girl who’s stolen my son’s heart. You must tell us how you managed to do it. Kolson was a slippery one. But in looking at you, I can see how easily smitten he must have been.”

  “It was mutual, sir.”

  “So I hear you’re a physician?”

  “I am. I’m a psychiatrist.”

  “Fantastic. It must be very fulfilling to be able to help people in need.”

  “It is. Mental illness is a terrible thing. I also deal with addictive disorders. I volunteer at the substance abuse clinic and at the women’s shelter. You might say I have a soft place in my heart for people in need.”

  “That’s amazing. Tell you what. I’d love to make a donation to the group you volunteer with the most. I’ll have my people contact you and we can get the ball rolling.”

  “Oh my. That would be great. Thank you, Mr. Hart.”

  “Please, call me Langston. We’ll talk this week. Now I hope you’ll forgive me for monopolizing your time. Enjoy yourself tonight.”

  When she turned away, she was smiling until she saw Kolson. Anger and disgust radiated from him, but it was the accusatory look on his face that made her cringe.

  “What …?”

  He did a one eighty and stomped away from her, leaving a line of stunned faces, including hers, in his wake. She quickly followed him up a flight of stairs and down a long dark hall. She didn’t know where he was going, but she followed at a jog to keep up with his long, angry strides. He disappeared down a corridor and now she had to guess where he’d gone.

  Heart pumping in her throat, she wouldn’t give up her chase.

  She approached each polished mahogany door and put her ear up to it, trying to hear something, anything at all.

  Then she started turning knobs. The rooms were opulent, filled with massive furnishings that made her jaw hit the floor. She couldn’t imagine growing up in this environment. Of course, who could envision growing up like she had, either?

  When she reached the final door and hadn’t located him, she didn’t know what to do next. She leaned against the wall. Hearing a noise, she looked up to see Kestrel heading toward her.

  “What are you doing up here? I thought you’d be enjoying the party.”

  “I’m looking for Kolson.”

  “He’s up here?” Kestrel’s narrowed eyes confused Gabby.

  “Yeah. He was upset when I … never mind. Anyway, I followed him but lost him up here. This place is too damn big.”

  “You get used to it. Hang here for a second. I may know where he is.”

  He turned the corner and was gone. About ten minutes later, he returned and his face was tense when he said, “I’m to escort you back to the party and stay with you.”

  “You found him?”

  “Yes. Come, Gabby.” He moved to take her arm.

  She stepped away from him. “No. Take me to him.”

  “I can’t. He doesn’t want to see you right now.”

  “I don’t give a damn. Take me to him. If you don’t, I’ll hunt him down, room by room.”

  “You’ll regret it. When Kolson gets in one of his moods, it’s best to stay away.”

  “Take me.” She persisted in her demand.

  “Don’t say you weren’t warned.”

  She followed him around a corner and down another corridor. He told her to go up the flight of stairs before her. She would find a door at the end of the hall. That’s where Kolson would be. Then he left.

  When she opened the door, she found Kolson, naked from the waist up. His pants clung to his hips as his fists pounded a punching bag suspended from the ceiling. A fine sheen glistened on his torso and his muscles strained and corded when his arms extended, curled, and swung as he pummeled his make-believe opponent. Gabby watched the beautiful spectacle before her as he maintained a perfect rhythm, dancing and dipping with each strike. The hypnotic motion of his flawless form held her captive, motionless, until drops of blood flew from his raw fists, stirring her into action.

  “Kolson! What are you doing?”

  “Get the fuck out of here, Gabby.” He didn’t break stride but continued to swing his arms, battering away at the bag.

  That he called her by her nickname was not lost on her.

  “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”

  Not bothering to spare her a glance, he said, “You’re wasting your time.”

  “You’re being an ass.”

  “Not the first time I’ve been called that.” He grunted as his fists flew.

  Now she was getting pissed. She walked closer to him. “Would you please stop and talk to me for a minute?”

  “No. Get. Out. Of. Here,” he seethed.

  “No, damn it. You’re not being fair.” She reached for his fists, which was not the smartest thing to do, but she knew she had to get his attention … had to get him to stop and talk to her.

  His hand connected with her palm and smashed it against the bag. Two of her fingers got trapped between his hand and the bag. She sucked in her breath when they connected. She was too shocked to scream because it never occurred to her that he was hitting the bag that hard.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he yelled in aggravation.

  Her breath rushed past her lips in a huff. She couldn’t speak and it was all she could do to breathe. She cradled her hand and doubled over as he stared at her.

  “Let me have a look.”

  “No! Don’t touch it,” she hissed. Blinding pain shot up her arm, centered on her pinky and ring fingers. She inhaled through her teeth, attempting to clear her head, because right now, her fingers weren’t the most important things to her. Kolson was.

  Swallowing her pain, she stiffened her resolve, and in a strangled voice, she said, “Just talk to me, Kolson.”

  “Why? You betrayed me.”

  “What?” She was baffled by his statement. How could he ever think she would do such a thing?

  “You knew how I didn’t want to have anything to do with him and the first thing you do is fall victim to his game.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “The dragon. My father. He has you eating out of his scaly hand within five minutes of our arrival.”

  “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was supposed to ignore him.” Pain radiated from her hand to her arm, but she forced herself to go on. She gritted her teeth and said, “You refused to tell me anything about him, and when I get here, he seems like a nice guy.”

  “Seems. That’s the operative word, Gabby.”

  “It’s your damn fault. For not telling me. You refused to share anything about your family or even yourself for that matter. You could’ve warned me. How am I supposed to act? What am I supposed to say? Tell me and I’ll do it, Kolson.”

  His e
yes pierced her for a second; then he stripped off his clothes.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking a shower. I have to rinse the sweat off from venting my frustrations.”

  He walked away and as soon as he was out of sight, she doubled over again. Her fingers pulsated with pain. She was able to wiggle them, though the answering agony told her they were possibly fractured. She hunted for athletic tape to bind them together, to keep them from moving. Finding some in a nearby cabinet, she was finishing up by the time Kolson emerged from the bathroom.

  “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to her fingers.

  “I think they might be fractured.”

  “I broke your fingers?”

  “It hurts to move them.”

  He went to pick up her hand but she moved them out of his reach.

  “Jesus, I’m so sorry,” he said contritely.

  “It was an accident.”

  “It happened because of my temper and I’m sorry for it.”

  “Not the first time something’s been broken. Kolson, the bigger issue is how you handled things with your father and me. I’m not a mind reader. I need to know these things. You say you love me. Well, I love you too and I did not betray you. I will never betray you.” She turned and walked toward the door.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Good question. If we were in New York, I’d get a taxi and go home. But here, I’m trapped.”

  “Do you want to leave?”

  “I want you to talk to me,” Gabby said in frustration.

  Kolson cursed. “Damn it. You know I can’t discuss this.”

  “I’m not asking you to bare your darkest secrets, unlike you did to me. I’m only asking you to clue me in to certain things. You haven’t told me anything about yourself or your family. I’m running blind here. And then you get pissed off at me for responding to your father, who was kind to me, and I have no idea what it is I did wrong. Don’t you see where I’m coming from? How unreasonable you’re being?”

  “You’ve made your point, Gabby.”

  “And stop calling me that, damn it!”

  “Isn’t that your name?”

  “Yes, but you never call me that!”

  In three long strides he was standing in front of her. “So you prefer Gabriella, then?” His voice caressed her name and then he framed her face and said, “Or would you rather I call you kea?” Then his lips were on hers, tasting, licking, nibbling, sucking.