Forever and Ever (Complete #1-7)

by E. L. Todd

  “Shut up. It was just a bad hand.”

  “Someone’s touchy…”

  She kicked me playfully under the table then dealt the new hand. Now she was watching me closely, trying to gauge my features like she never had. She studied her cards for a long time before she swapped them. I did the same.

  “Ladies first,” I said.

  She gave me a cocky smirk before she put them down. “Flush. I want to see some drawers.”

  I put my cards down. “Royal flush.”

  Her smile dropped.

  “I want to see some knickers.”

  She growled then rolled her eyes.

  “Come on.” I snapped my fingers. “We don’t have all day.”

  “Why are you winning all of a sudden?”

  I shrugged. “Stop talking and start undressing.”

  She stood up then unbuttoned her jeans.

  My eyes were focused on her hands, watching everything she did. I tried to seem indifferent but I couldn’t. My cock grew in anticipation. Then she lowered her jeans and kicked them away. She wore a purple thong that barely covered anything. My cock twitched in my pants. Then she sat down and was hidden from view.

  Now I was even more motivated to win the next hand.

  Skye dealt the cards. “I’m winning this round.”

  So she thinks…

  We put down our cards. Skye’s face fell when she saw mine. “You have two aces and two kings?”

  “Yep.” She only had pairs of twos and fours. “Now the top.”

  She growled at me then yanked it off. Her bra pushed her breasts together and made her cleavage more prominent. Her pale skin was perfect and unblemished. She was a vision, she was a muse. Nothing had ever turned me on as much as she did. My cock twitched again. And again.

  Now I just had to get that bra off.

  “Are you cheating?” she demanded.

  “How would I cheat?” I looked at my cards and tried not to gawk at her.

  “Well, you always lose. All of a sudden, you’re the best poker player I’ve ever seen.”

  “I guess I’m extremely motivated.” I arranged my cards then swapped them.

  She eyed me suspiciously before she continued with the game.

  To no one’s surprise, I won the next round. I held out my hand. “I’ll take those.”

  “You want my panties?” she asked incredulously.

  “I won them.”

  She stood up then pulled them off.

  I blatantly stared at her, unable to control myself. Her legs were toned and smooth, and my eyes went to the nub between her legs. I wanted to taste her again, to feel her dig her fingers into my hair because I made her feel so good.

  She sat down again, hiding her waist from my sight. “I’ll offer you another deal.”

  I smirked. “You can’t stand losing.”

  “It’s not that.”

  “Whatever you say…”

  “It’s not.”

  “Sure.” I nodded my head slowly.

  “You want to listen to my offer or not?”

  “I’m all ears.”

  “Winner takes all. If I win, you have to do something…sexual to me. If I win…then I do something sexual to you. The victor gets to choose.”

  It sounded like I won in either case. “Sounds good. I guess I should start brainstorming now.”

  “I wouldn’t waste your time.” She shuffled the cards then passed them out.

  I glanced at mine and realized I had a good hand. I wouldn’t even need to try. Skye stared at her cards for a long time, biting her nails. That was a dead giveaway that she was stressed. I pretended not to notice and swapped my cards. I had two pairs. Not amazing, but I had a feeling it would beat hers. “Ready?” I asked.

  “Yeah…” She placed her cards on the table. She had a pair of aces.

  I smirked then put mine down.

  She sighed when she looked at it.

  I held out my hand. “Now the bra…”

  She unclasped it in the back then let it fall. The second I saw her nipples, I was practically on the edge of my seat. She pulled it off then threw it at me. “There. Congratulations.”

  I grabbed the panties off the table and stuffed them into my pocket. I held her bra in the other hand. Completely clothed, I stared at her chest, liking what I saw. I was excited for what was next.

  She stood up, showing me a full view. “I’ll be in the bedroom.” She walked away, her ass shaking.

  I adjusted myself in my jeans then followed her. My heart was beating fast and I felt hot all over. The last thing I felt like doing was being a gentleman. Skye drove me wild and I wanted to be inside her.

  I walked in and saw her sitting on the bed.

  “What do you want to do?” she asked.

  “Anything?” I asked.

  “Yep.” She crossed her legs and stared me down.

  I came closer to her, wanting to crush my mouth against hers.

  She held me back. “Nope. You have to choose one thing. If it’s kissing, that’s all you get.”

  “You have a strict set of rules.”

  “Yep.”

  “Have you played this before?” I asked suspiciously.

  “Nope. Just you. Now what do you want to do, Cayson?”

  We already did other things so I was eager to try something new. But I felt like a jerk for even thinking about saying it. Skye was already sensitive about it and I didn’t want to irritate her. But I couldn’t deny what I wanted.

  “Cayson, spit it out.”

  I guided her on her back. “I want to kiss you.”

  She tried not to laugh. “Be real, Cayson. That can’t be what’s on your mind.”

  “I love kissing you.”

  “Come on. What do you really want?”

  I said nothing, just staring at her.

  “Why won’t you tell me?”

  “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

  “I wouldn’t have made this bet if I were uncomfortable.”

  I glanced at her chest and looked away.

  She caught the look. “You want to tit-fuck me.”

  Was I that obvious? I didn’t respond. She didn’t ask me a question so I wasn’t obligated to say anything.

  “Why are you ashamed to admit that?” She smirked while she ran her fingers through my hair.

  “Skye, I know you hate it when men are obsessed with your chest. I don’t want to remind you of them.”

  She cupped my face and kissed me. “You’re so sweet, Cayson.”

  My lips burned the moment I touched hers.

  “But that doesn’t apply to you.”

  “It doesn’t?”

  “No. You’re different. I want you to enjoy my body.”

  “You hated it when Zack did it.”

  “But I didn’t love him,” she blurted. “I love you.”

  My heart fluttered at her words. “I love hearing you say that.”

  “Well, you better get used to it.” She kissed me again, slipping her tongue inside.

  I melted at her touch, feeling vindicated for my perverse thoughts. She grabbed my arm then turned me on my back, making me hit the sheets. Then she moved off me, standing at the foot of the bed.

  I’d tit-fucked a few girls but I never was excited for it before. Skye was my ultimate fantasy, the woman I used to jerk off to when I was growing up. But my desire never died out.

  She unbuttoned my jeans then yanked them off, pulling my briefs with them. She left my socks on and didn’t think twice about them before she pulled off my shirt. “I want to see all of you.” She kissed my chest then moved down toward my waist. My cock was twitching, yearning for her. When she reached me, she took me into her mouth, shoving me far into the back of her throat.

  “Fuck…” Now that she said she was okay with my lustful obsession with her, I was more open about it. I was strongly sexually attracted to her and I wasn’t afraid to hide it.

  Once I was wet, she kneeled at the bed, her ch
est level with my waist. Then she wrapped her tits around my cock and pushed them together.

  Oh my fucking god.

  Then she moved up and down.

  I raised myself on my elbows and watched her slide up and down my shaft. I couldn’t tell what felt better. Her tits sliding past my cock or watching her do it. She gave me a dark look while she did it, driving me wild. I already wanted to explode. Unable to control myself, I grabbed her tits on either side and smashed them together, thrusting my hips up and down. “Shit, that feels good.”

  She bounced up and down my dick, keeping her breasts together.

  I was about to crumble. She was the most beautiful woman in the world and we were playing out my dirtiest fantasy. I squeezed her tits as I came, moaning as I did it. I squirted on her chest and the area below her chin. I rested my head against the mattress while I recovered from the pleasurable sensation in my groin.

  Skye wiped off then climbed up my chest until her face was close to mine. “Did you like that?”

  “That’s the dumbest question I’ve ever heard.”

  She smirked then kissed the hair on my chin. “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “Shit, I loved it.”

  “Did Cayson Thompson just curse?” she teased.

  I chuckled then rolled her onto her back. Then I showered her breasts with kisses. “I love your rack, Skye. I think it’s sexy as hell and I’m not going to hide it anymore. If that makes me a pervert, so be it. I love you for a lot more, but I won’t deny how these things get me going.”

  She ran her fingers through my hair, amusement in her eyes. “That doesn’t bother me in the least. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to look at them in that way.”

  “Well, mission accomplished.” I gave her a gentle kiss before I slid down her stomach. “Now, how about your turn?”

  She fisted my hair. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “Did you see that play?” Slade put his feet on his coffee table and kept his eyes on the TV. We were watching the game at his place but I wasn’t sure why. There were usually women hanging around, used condoms in places where they shouldn’t be, and it was usually a mess.

  “How do you fumble the ball when you’re the quarterback?” I asked.

  Slade rolled his eyes. “You would think the pros would have their shit together by now.”

  I adjusted myself in my seat but felt a lump. Unable to get comfortable, I pulled aside the cushion and looked behind it. A pink bra was lodged inside. “Gross.” I pulled it out and tossed it on the floor.

  Slade didn’t blink an eye over it. “Oh yeah. I remember that one girl was wondering what happened to it.”

  “Why don’t we just watch the game at my place?” Who knows what else was hidden in the crevasses of his couch.

  “Because my place is better.”

  I eyed his closed bedroom door. “There better not be a girl in there.” I couldn’t count the number of times that happened. They stepped out, totally naked, and didn’t even care if I saw.

  “No. Calm down.”

  I settled back into my seat.

  “What happened with Skye the other day?” He rested his beer on his thigh.

  “Oh…” I hated thinking about it. “Zack cornered her and was giving her a hard time.”

  Anger moved into his eyes. “Kick his ass?”

  “And his ribs…and his face. I got it covered.”

  “Fucker.” Slade clenched his jaw and shook his head. “She’s okay, right?”

  “She’s fine. She didn’t seem upset about it—just annoyed.”

  “What did you guys do this weekend?”

  “We stayed at her place and hung out.”

  “Hung out?” he asked.

  “Played poker.”

  “Are you guys twelve?”

  “When you’re in a relationship, you do more than have sex all the time.”

  He shook his head. “That’s why I’m going to be a terminal bachelor. So, how’s her rack?”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “She’s your cousin…”

  “I’m not asking for a description,” he snapped. “Are they as good as everyone makes them out to be?”

  “Definitely.” I got red in the face from thinking about our last rendezvous.

  He grinned then nudged me in the side. “You dog.”

  I wasn’t going to deny it.

  “What did you guys do now?”

  I didn’t see the harm in telling him. “I tit-fucked her.”

  He raised his hand to give me a high-five. “Man, those are the best. They come in a close second to blow jobs.”

  “For me, it comes in first.”

  “Skye gives horrible head?”

  “No,” I said immediately. “I just…really liked it.”

  “I tit-fucked this one girl who insisted on it even though she was flat.” He shook his ahead. “It was awkward and didn’t feel good. So I just fucked her ass instead.”

  “TMI, Slade.”

  “What?” He shrugged. “I’m an open guy.”

  “I’ve noticed.”

  “You’ve done anal, right?”

  “Not with Skye.”

  “I’m sure that will be fun.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  Slade was all about getting to home base. He lacked the understanding that running around the bases was the best part. Cultivating a relationship and adoring your partner made it a million times better. I hadn’t had sex with Skye yet, but everything we’d done up to that point was way better than anything I ever did with someone else. “Slade, when is this going to end?”

  “At seven. The Simpsons come on after that.”

  “No, I meant your lifestyle. This can’t be as satisfying as you claim.”

  “But it is.” He stared at the game while he said it, half listening to me.

  For as long as I’d known Slade, he never had a girlfriend. He didn’t even have a junior high love. Ever since he hit puberty, all he cared about was getting girls in the sack. “It’s going to get old after awhile.”

  “Maybe when I’m forty. Then I’ll reconsider some stuff. Until then, I’m very happy with my life.”

  “Don’t you want someone that you like to be around for longer than five minutes?”

  “Five minutes?” He raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, man. If you only last five minutes, I feel bad for Skye.”

  I gave him a hard look. “Slade, I’m being serious.”

  He sighed then put down his beer. “Look, it’s cool that you’ve finally found the one girl you can settle down with. But aren’t you forgetting all the years before this? How many girls did you sleep with that meant nothing to you? How many one night stands did you have?”

  “Not nearly as many as you. And I was depressed the entire time.”

  “You enjoyed it and you know you did.”

  “At the time, yes. But I was definitely lonely.”

  “This is how it is.” He talked with his hands, which he usually did when he was being serious. “You’re the type of guy who’s going to be rich and successful. And not just any rich, but respectable rich. You’re going to be loved by your community. Everyone already adores you as it is. You’ll have a wife with a house and a picket fence. You’ll pop out three kids and save money for their tuitions. That’s you, Cayson. Not me. I can’t see any of that happening for me.”

  “And what do you see, Slade?”

  He thought for a moment. “Living out of a bag. Inking in different parts of the world. Playing in a band for a few tours. Getting so drunk in a country I don’t recognize that I can’t even tell where I am. Picking up girls in various places. Just living my life.”

  “What about when you turn thirty? Then forty? What will you have then?”

  “Why would anything change?”

  “Not a lot of chicks dig old guys.”

  “That’s not old. And I’m good-looking. You should see my dad at the shop. The girls still throw themselves at him. I’m surprised he doesn’t cheat on my mom. S
he’s so annoying that I wouldn’t blame him.” He laughed then drank his beer.

  “I know you don’t mean that.”

  He didn’t comment.

  “You’re one of the greatest guys I know and I just want…the best for you.” Awkwardness filled the room. I stared at the TV, feeling the tension. I wasn’t an emotional guy and neither was Slade. All we did was joke around and never took anything seriously.

  Slade was quiet. The silence stretched for so long that I didn’t think he would say anything at all. “I know, man. I want the same for you too.”

  “Just think about what I said, alright?”

  He shrugged. “I might.”

  We returned our attention back to the TV. The game continued on until it ended at seven. A rerun of the Simpsons came on.

  “I love this show,” Slade said.

  “Me too.” I put my empty beer bottle on the coffee table. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

  “’Ight. Tell Skye I said hi.”

  I stared at him.

  “Like you aren’t going over there,” he teased.

  I didn’t see the point in denying it. “It was nice coming over here without a naked chick walking around.”

  “That’s a sentence no man should ever say.”

  I chuckled. “And make sure you throw that bra away.”

  “I’ll probably rub one out on it.”

  I cringed. “TMI, Slade.”

  The door to his bedroom suddenly opened. A blonde with a sheet wrapped around her body came out with her eyes squinted. “Where am I?”

  I glared at Slade. “I thought you said there wasn’t a girl in there?”

  He grinned. “Wait for it…”

  Then another blonde appeared. “Please tell me you have aspirin and a beer.”

  Slade stood up then squeezed my shoulder. “I said there wasn’t a girl in there—not girls.”

  25

  Skye

  Trinity sat across from me in the library.

  “How’s your dad?” I asked.

  “Good. Pretty much the same.”

  “Did you go to the same diner?”

  “Always,” Trinity said with a smile. “I told him I want to do fashion instead.”

  My heart stopped. “Seriously?”

  She nodded.

  “What did he say?”