Forever and Ever (Complete #1-7)

by E. L. Todd

  “I know what my baby likes.”

  My heart swelled and I cupped his face. “I love you so much, Cayson.”

  His eyes filled with emotion. “And I you.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before he moved down my body and to the area between my legs. His mouth moved over my folds and his tongue did wonderful things. He always touched me the right way, like he could read my mind. He pushed me to the edge but wouldn’t let me fall over.

  I leaned up and unbuttoned his shirt. I was eager for him so my fingers worked furiously. They shook slightly, my need obvious.

  “Don’t rush. Make it last.” He kept his voice low while he stared at me.

  My hands slowed down as I finished. I couldn’t contain my excitement. I’d been waiting for this my whole life. When every button was undone, I pushed the shirt over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then I pressed my lips to the skin over his heart, giving him a gentle kiss. His hand moved into my hair, a quiet moan that was almost inaudible coming from his lips.

  My hands undid his jeans then pulled them down. I took his boxers too. Cayson kicked out of his shoes then tore off his socks. When he was naked, I stared at him for a second, taking in all his glory.

  Cayson stared back at me before he scooped me up and moved me further up his bed, resting my head on one of his pillows. A few candy bars got in the way so we pushed them aside.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist then dug my hands into his hair. His lips sought mine in the dim glow and he breathed hard into my mouth, setting it on fire. His hard cock lay against my stomach. It was thick and long, definitely impressive. I was eager to feel him. I knew it would be an experience I’d never forget.

  Cayson opened his nightstand and pulled out a foil wrapper. Then he tore it open like he’d done it a hundred times.

  I snatched it from his hands then threw it on the floor. “I don’t want you to wear one.” I always practiced safe sex but Cayson was different. I didn’t want to be separated by latex for our first time.

  “Are you on the pill?” he whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I didn’t want to wear one either.” He moved back over me and separated my legs with his.

  My hands moved to his arms, feeling the muscle, and then around to his back. I was shaking with excitement and I wasn’t sure how to hold on. Cayson grabbed my legs then moved his arms behind my knees. We were as close as possible. His head was pressed to mine and then I felt his tip at my entrance. My hands moved to his arms and I squeezed them in anticipation.

  Cayson slowly moved inside me, stretching me the second he entered me. I was wet so it was easy for him to slide through. He stared into my eyes as he inserted himself further, going until he was completely sheathed.

  Damn, he felt good.

  I breathed hard while he stretched me. My body took a moment to acclimate to his large size. My fingers dug into his skin of their own accord. I stared into his eyes, seeing the desire and love shine back at me.

  Then he started to move, sliding in and out without shaking the bed. Every movement was precise, hitting me in the right spot. He didn’t kiss me. Instead, he watched my face and locked his eyes with mine. He took his time, going slow.

  My hands moved up his neck and into his hair. He already felt so amazing and I didn’t want it to end. I enjoyed him in a way I never enjoyed another guy before.

  Cayson continued to move and a moan escaped his lips. “Fuck, you feel good, Skye.”

  “You feel better.” Sweat formed on my upper lip.

  He leaned in and kissed me gently, using his tongue to tantalize mine. He moved at that pace for a long time, not in a hurry to reach the finish line. Then he pulled away and started to move faster. Sweat formed on his chest and I touched it with my hand, feeling the heat.

  “Cayson…”

  He moved harder and faster, pushing me into the bed with his strength.

  I felt the distant burn in my stomach as his desire grew to a crescendo. My legs started to shake and I moaned incoherently. My nails dug into his skin, about to make him bleed. Then it hit me like a slab of bricks. My head rolled back as the explosion reached every part of my body, making my fingers and toes tingle.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said through his heavy breathing.

  It lasted for almost a full minute, the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. The area between my legs grew tender as he continued to slide in and out. Even though I had already climaxed, it still felt good.

  Cayson pressed his lips to mine then breathed hard. He started to tense up as he moved into me harder. A deep moan from the back of his throat escaped his lips then he tensed again, starting to fill me. “Skye…” He moaned again as he finished.

  I moved my hands through his hair, feeling the sweat.

  He stayed over me, still inside me. When he recovered from his moment, he looked into my eyes. An instant passed between us, unspoken but still acknowledged. I knew what it meant on his part, and I knew what it meant on mine.

  Cayson kissed my forehead before he pulled out of me then lay in the bed beside me. He was hot and sweaty but he still hooked his arm around my waist and cuddled with me. “How was that for you?”

  I rolled him to his back then leaned over him. “Wow…just wow.”

  He smirked with fondness in his eyes.

  “I want to do it again,” I blurted.

  He laughed slightly. “I’d love to. Just give me a few minutes.”

  I kissed his chest and stomach. “You’re really good at that. I can’t believe we waited so long.”

  His hands moved through my hair. “It was worth the wait.”

  “I want to do it all the time,” I blurted again.

  “Can I get that in writing?”

  I laughed then rubbed my nose against his. “Cayson, you’re the perfect man. I was stupid for not realizing it before, but now that I do, you’re mine forever. I’m never letting you go.”

  Fondness moved into his eyes. He stared at me for a long time. “The feeling is mutual.”

  “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

  “And there’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

  We lay in the dark, touching each other and sharing quiet kisses. Silence stretched as our hands did all the talking. He moved his fingers through my hair then across my skin. I felt his chest, noting the feel of his muscles.

  When an hour had passed, I crawled on top of him. “Round two.”

  A grin stretched his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

  34

  Slade

  When I saw Cayson on campus, he had a stupid grin on his face. “Why do you look like an idiot?”

  He shrugged, the ridiculous grin still there. “It’s a beautiful day.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “A beautiful day? Are you a poet now?”

  “You asked what I’m grinning about and I told you.”

  I studied his face, not believing him. Then it hit me. “You fucked Skye!”

  “Keep your voice down,” he hissed. He looked around the hall to make sure no one had heard. “I mean it. I don’t want everyone knowing my business.”

  “I can’t believe this. How was she?”

  “Why do you think I’m grinning?” he countered.

  I clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re finally a man.”

  “I’ve been a man for a long time, actually.”

  “You aren’t a real man until you’ve had Skye Preston, man.”

  I cringed. “Dude, for the last time, she’s your cousin.”

  He ignored my words. “So, what position?”

  “I’m not going into detail with you.”

  “Was she on top?”

  “How lazy do you think I am?” I snapped.

  “Was she ever on top?”

  “Why does it matter?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “If this is the girl you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, you got to make sure she’s not selfish in bed.”

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sp; He rolled his eyes. “Well, we’re good there.”

  “Did you buy her dinner first?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “And I had candles and rose petals in the bedroom.”

  “Cliché,” I blurted.

  “And candy bars,” he added. “You know Skye has a sweet tooth.”

  “Okay…that’s pretty cool,” I agreed. “Wait until everyone hears about this.”

  “Slade, this stays between us. I don’t want Roland to know.”

  Cayson could be annoying sometimes. “Dude, you’ve known Roland your whole life. He’s never been the protective brother type. He doesn’t care what Skye does.”

  “I still don’t think he wants to hear about me having sex with her,” he snapped.

  “Whatever.”

  “Don’t say anything to anyone.”

  “What about Trinity?”

  “What? Why would you talk to her at all?”

  Oh yeah. We hated each other. That’s right. “I just meant in passing.”

  “I’m sure she knows anyway. Skye tells her everything.”

  “That’s what normal friends do,” I snapped.

  Cayson looked at his watch. “I have to get to class. I’ll see you later.”

  “Basketball tonight?”

  “Sure.” He disappeared down the hallway.

  I went to a local bar and scouted the talent. Sipping my beer at the counter, I searched the crowd and tried to find a winner. A lot of cute girls lingered around. They were in packs, wearing short dresses with sparkly rhinestones. When it came to women, I was particularly attracted to long legs. I’d always been that way. A nice rack and ass were important too but I usually searched for legs.

  I zoned in on one blonde in particular. She had a curvy waist and bright blue eyes. When she laughed, a full set of perfect teeth were noticeable. She was really cute. I wouldn’t mind watching her breasts jiggle while I fucked her on my bed.

  When I fast-forwarded through our evening together, I realized I’d have to wear a condom, a thick slab of latex that blocked the best sensations from my cock. Then she would want to snuggle and I’d have to push her away. Then I’d have to kick her out and she would call me a dick. It sounded like a lot of work.

  My phone vibrated and I looked at the screen.

  It was Trinity. Go to hell.

  I smirked when I read the message. I was in the middle of catching tail, but Trinity was a good lay. I didn’t have to wear a condom with her, I didn’t have to pretend to care, I didn’t have to kick her out, and I could be myself.

  She was the clear winner.

  I abandoned the blonde in the corner and drove to Trinity’s house a few miles away. The lights shone through her windows and snow littered her lawn. I parked in her driveway then headed to her front door. After I knocked, she answered.

  “You came quick.”

  “I was down the street,” I answered.

  She walked away and let me come inside.

  I shut the door and locked it behind me. “Did you know Skye and Cayson finally fucked?”

  “Yeah, she told me.” Trinity walked into her bedroom. “About time. If she wasn’t going to fuck Cayson, I was going to do it for her.”

  I followed her then saw her pull her shirt off. “You have a thing for Cayson?”

  “Of course not. But I’m not stupid. He’s clearly a catch.”

  “You think I’m a catch too?” I winked at her.

  She rolled her eyes. “Sure, Slade.” She unbuttoned her jeans then pushed them down. She stood in a purple bra and matching thong. Her long legs traveled for days. I eyed them for a long moment, excited to feel them wrapped around my waist.

  I came closer to her then pulled my shirt off.

  Trinity stared at the tattoos that marked my chest and arms. Her hand moved to my sternum while she stared at the artwork.

  “I always knew you were into ink.”

  “It is pretty hot.”

  Wow, she actually paid me a compliment.

  “Now, are we going to talk all night or get to the good stuff?”

  Her forwardness surprised me. “I don’t need to be told twice.”

  I lay beside her, trying to catch my breath. I never expected Trinity to be so good in bed. She knew exactly what she was doing and how to rock my world. Every kiss and every touch electrified me.

  She pulled her pillow closer to her then sighed in satisfaction.

  I stared at her, watching her face. “You know what’s weird?”

  “Hmm?” She didn’t open her eyes.

  “This isn’t weird.”

  “Why would it be weird? It’s just sex. It’s like two friends going for a jog together. It’s just an activity like any other.”

  “I’ve never had a fuck buddy relationship like this.”

  “Really?” She opened her eyes and seemed surprised.

  “Yeah. They always want more.”

  “Well, I think since we despise each other so much, we don’t have to worry about that.” She laughed lightly.

  “Man, having sex without a rubber is heaven. I was going to pick up this girl tonight but the thought of wearing one made my hard-on disappear.”

  “It’s that different?” she asked.

  “Just take my word for it.” I rested my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling. Normally, I would leave a girl’s house as quickly as possible but I didn’t feel rushed. Trinity knew my visit didn’t mean anything. “Meet anybody lately?” I wasn’t jealous, just curious.

  “No.” She sighed sadly. “I’m not even bothering to look anymore.”

  “What do you mean?” I grabbed my beer from the nightstand and took a sip.

  “All guys are jerks. I’m sick of expecting them to be anything more than that.”

  “I’m not a jerk.”

  She gave me a look that clearly said, “You’ve got to be kidding, right?”

  “I’m not Prince Charming, obviously,” I blurted. “But I’m not a liar or a cheat. With me, you know exactly what you’re getting.”

  “Which isn’t much,” she said sarcastically.

  “The guys that lie and treat you like you actually mean something to them then run around with other girls and spit out lies more than truths are the real assholes. I don’t like hurting people so I avoid it. I get this reputation for being a jackass when all I am is honest. It gets old.”

  She processed my words for a moment. “I guess you have a point.”

  “Damn right I do.” I took another drink.

  She turned on her lamp and then grabbed a book from her nightstand. She sat up and began to read it.

  “What are you reading?” I asked.

  “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.”

  “Are you reading it for class?”

  “No.” She continued to read through the words. “I like to read.”

  I eyed her bookshelf in the corner and saw all the books piled high. “That’s an interesting choice for a girl.”

  She cocked an eyebrow and looked at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I just don’t think most girls would like to read that.”

  “And what should I be reading?” she demanded. “Jane Eyre?”

  “No, I’m just surprised. That’s all.”

  She closed the book and looked at the cover. “It’s my dad’s favorite book. He let me borrow it.”

  “Uncle Mike knows how to read?” I said with a laugh.

  “He reads a lot, actually. He started a few years ago. We have our own father-daughter book club.”

  “That’s actually really cute.”

  “Cute?” She looked at me like I was crazy. “I’ve never heard you use that word before.”

  “Doesn’t mean I don’t know it,” I snapped. “I did get into Harvard after all.”

  “And how is still a mystery…” She opened her book again.

  I rolled my eyes and let her comment go unchallenged. I eyed the window and watched the snow fall. Trinity kept her
house particularly clean. You could eat soup off the carpet if you really wanted to. She always had flowers on every table, and candles were lit in the kitchen, her room, and the bathroom. It was peaceful and warm. “I’m too tired to go home.”

  She flipped the page and kept reading.

  “Do you mind if I sleep here?”

  “I don’t care.” She pulled her knees to her chest and rested the book on her thighs. “Just don’t get in my way in the morning.”

  “I can do that.” I took out my phone and played a game. “What’s your favorite book of all time?”

  She sighed and put her book down. “You aren’t going to let me read, are you?”

  “Let’s be real; my company is far more entertaining than a psych ward full of weirdos and a murderous nurse.”

  “That’s debatable.” She put the book on her nightstand.

  “You don’t have a bookmark?”

  “No.”

  “Then how do you know where you left off?”

  “I remember it,” she said with an attitude. She turned off the lamp then got comfortable under the covers.

  I turned on my side and faced her, the comforter up to my shoulder. “So, what’s your favorite book?”

  “The Odyssey.” She said it without hesitation.

  I didn’t expect her to say that. “Isn’t that the epic Greek novel that’s a million pages long?”

  “It is.”

  Trinity caught me by surprise. I never thought she was stupid but I didn’t think she was smart either. “Why?”

  “I like that it’s a story that takes place over years and years. It’s chronological and shows a man’s life over time. I think that’s how a story should be. Not every chapter is a synopsis of the good stuff. It tells everything, the good and the bad.”

  I processed her words for a moment. “Do you have any other favorites?”

  “By definition, you can only have one.”

  “Then what are others you like?”

  “Why do you care?” she snapped.

  “It’s the first time I’ve spoken to you and haven’t hated you. I think we’re making progress. Now answer the damn question, you annoying brat.”

  She smirked. “Harry Potter.”

  “Wow…those books couldn’t be more different.”