Forever with Me

by Trilina Pucci

  “Foster, plans have changed. I will be with Mia. Let’s plan for the cottage. We will pack and meet you in a half hour. Inform the shark pool and I will handle the rest.”

  Without a goodbye, he ends the call and kisses the top of my head and I squeeze his waist harder.

  “Cottage?” I ask, looking up at him.

  “Surprise,” he laughs. “My plan was to take you there Friday night before everything happened. I bought you a present.” His eyes twinkle with delight.

  “Wait, when? You bought me a cottage? When were you going to tell me this news?” I ask in disbelief, pulling back to look at Cole’s face.

  “If you were listening, you would have heard me say that I was planning on surprising you last night. I was going to take you for the weekend, but then I got sidetracked with being arrested for murder and all.” Grinning, he grabs my hands and kisses them.

  I start to bounce a little and without being able to control myself, I squeal.

  “This is the best present ever! Where is it? What should I pack?” I lurch myself forward and plant a huge kiss on his lips and wrap my arms around his neck.

  “I’d buy you a million houses if they make you this happy.”

  “I love you, Cole Parker.”

  “Right back atcha, Mrs. Parker.”

  Taking my hand, Cole leads us back to the bedroom to pack. I walk into my closet and grab my luggage and begin searching for all the perfect cottage outfits. After shaking his head for the millionth time at my two bags, he sandwiches his small bag in between mine and picks all of them up without struggle, leaving his free hand to wrap around my waist.

  Foster meets us on the bottom floor and takes the bags from Cole. They exchange some words while I text Alex to tell her I will be out of town.

  Mia: He bought me a cottage

  Alex: as in cheese?

  Mia: No, lol like as in a small house in the woods

  Alex: Shut up! I can’t even get anyone to buy me a drink

  Mia: I’m dying of excitement. Favor?

  Alex: Maybe….

  Mia: Don’t tell anyone where we are…I just need to get him away and be away.

  Alex: Haha, jokes on you, I don’t even know where you are going! Have fun in Neverland mwah

  Mia: Be nice to Foster…he might be lonely for the next few days…

  Alex: *Middle finger*

  Mia: Lol, you can just insert the emoji, dummy

  Alex: I won’t do that update…I read that people’s phones caught fire afterward.

  Mia: I can’t even with you! *rolling eyes*

  Alex: Bye bitch

  Mia: Bye xoxo

  Putting my phone away in my purse, I turn to Cole and smile. I pause, watching him speak to Foster, watching his face go through different expressions ending with a wide smile. I love that gorgeous man. Anyone that looks at him would want to love him. He is tall and lean, broad shouldered and 100% male. He wasn’t an asshole though. So many guys that have what Cole has are egotistical and self-centered. That could never be him. His heart was huge and he always thought of me. I never worry or have to wonder what Cole’s number one priority is, it’s always me.

  Smiling at him like the lucky fool I am, he turns to me and winks and I swear time stands still for a moment. He and Foster walk toward me and Cole opens my door first, allowing me to scoot across the back of the black SUV, Cole following. Situating myself in my seat, Cole begins returning phone calls leaving me to my thoughts. I watch the landscape blur and change, wondering what the rest of the world is doing at this moment.

  For the last few months, Cole and I had either been immersed in some drama or just immersed in each other. Looking out the window made me realize how myopic we’ve been. I guess it’s natural for new or old/new couples. The thought made me laugh a bit, calling Cole’s attention to me.

  “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours? You’ve been so quiet for the last half hour.”

  “Geez, have I really been zoned out for half an hour?” Looking down at my watch, I realize it’s not an exaggeration.

  “I would’ve interrupted, but I had too many fires to put out.”

  “Oh God, how’s that going?” I give a “yikes” look as if to exaggerate my understanding.

  “Well, the good news is that I won’t be fired,” he smirks. “Or broke,” he replies with a grin.

  “Ha! I would still love you if you got fired. Now broke is a whole different story.”

  “I knew it! Gold digger,” he yells as he reaches out to tickle me.

  Feigning shock I grin, “I’ve got my own money. I just don’t want any dead weight.” Ending with a sly grin, I add, “Hey, how long until we get there?”

  Putting his phone down on the seat, he turns his body so he is facing me. “About two and a half hours. It’s the cutest little town upstate, lots of antiques and it has a gorgeous lake.”

  “I can’t believe I’m being surprised with a cottage! I don’t care what it looks like, I will love it!”

  Cole leans over, kissing my forehead and turning away all too quickly to look back at his dinging phone. “Hey, Richard says your mom is having those books delivered to the penthouse tomorrow, I’ll arrange for them to be put upstairs.”

  “Great, I barely remember talking to her about that. Glad she remembered.”

  “What did you want them for?” he asks absentmindedly while looking through some paperwork.

  I realize at this very moment I could tell them they held the secret to the cure for cancer and he won’t even hear me, but I tell him the truth instead. “I’m just exploring my inner Murder She Wrote. I just wanted to look through some old photo albums from college, hoping something or someone would jog my memory about Carter’s cousin.”

  “Mmmm, that’s great, sweetheart.” Like I thought, totally checked out! I don’t know how much I love this, I feel like that needy girl that I usually think is ridiculous, but I hate that he is so immersed in something else right now. I should quit, this is dumb. I know I’m heading down a road that should be left untraveled, but I’m starting to worry that our time away won’t really be away. Before the thought gets too worrisome, I remind myself that I am married to a fucking mogul. He can’t just work part-time from our study. What the hell, Mia! I need to get a grip and stop this madness.

  For the next few hours, I alternate my stare between the landscape, which has become more about trees, and Cole. He wasn’t lying when he said he had fires to put out. Watching him work and occasionally rub my thigh or kiss my hand has gotten me fairly worked up. He is no less powerful in his professional life than he is in the bedroom. My man takes no prisoners, but right now, I just want to be imprisoned by his body. Licking my lips, I rest my head on the back of the seat and close my eyes and begin to imagine laying under Cole and all the delicious things he would do to my body. I don’t know when he noticed my daydream, but I feel his lips on my neck.

  “Baby, if you keep looking like that, we will be giving Foster one helluva show.”

  “Right now, Cole, you could fuck me in the middle of Times Square and I wouldn’t care,” I lick my lips as I pull one side of my maxi skirt up to reveal my leg.

  Grabbing my chin and angling it so I’m staring at him, “Watch it, Mia, I don’t enjoy the idea of anyone getting to see your gorgeous body, but I’m so fucking hard right now that I’m not sure I could control myself.” He pulls my face toward him and begins to kiss me slowly and deliberately, exploring my mouth and leaving me a bit breathless. He tastes of mint and his lips are cool from the ice in his water.

  Pulling away, I keep my eyes closed, not ready to open them and watch him pull away and back to work. When I open my eyes, Cole is staring at me with a sexy grin, head tilted to the side like he is enjoying the show.

  “What?” I whisper, feeling self-conscious, feeling the blush creep up into my cheeks.

  “What, what? You are fucking sexy, you know that?” As if to punctuate what he is saying, he licks his bottom lip and
lets his eyes wander down my body. How does he do this? Make me hot just by looking at me, I swear I might come right now with just the heat stirring between us.

  “You make me feel sexy. I want to be sexy for you. Tell me what you want.” I can’t believe I’m being this forward, I can’t seem to control my libido, but I don’t care. I know what I want, and I know what I need! Cole doesn’t take his eyes off me. His outward appearance doesn’t change, but the grip on my bare leg starts to tighten as if he could rip the rest of my clothes right from my body. God! I wish he would.

  “Foster, how much time until we arrive?”

  “About three minutes until arrival.”

  This is going to be the longest three minutes of my life. We sit looking at each other, and I know he is making a playbook for how he is going to destroy my body and I feel giddy. I swear I almost rip off my seatbelt when the car stops. Thank God Foster gets out to get the bags because I launch myself onto Cole’s lap. We start tearing at each other, kissing, rubbing, caressing and it isn’t until he rips my top open that I become aware of my surroundings.

  “Holy Shit! Foster.” I squeal as I hunch over to not be seen.

  “Mia, he isn’t in the car. I wouldn’t expose my wife to anyone! I can control myself a bit more than that, though clearly, you little horn-dog, have a harder time. I mean, I’ve been told by others that I’m irresistible, so I can understand the difficulty.” Smiling down at me with that ridiculous grin and rubbing his chin, he laughs at me.

  “Others? What others? I’ll have them killed,” I wink, trying to straighten out my shirt as to not flash anyone.

  “Baby, the only opinion that matters, is yours. However, I do like to make the twins happy,” he reaches out to caress my breasts. I respond with a giggle and look out the window to make sure the coast is clear.

  “You may have to give me your jacket so that I keep them hidden.”

  “Honey, we are alone. Foster has already left with the other car.”

  “Another car? What other car?”

  “That’s what we were talking about before we left, I had the other security team escort us so that he could ride back. We are alone, completely and totally alone. Don’t worry though, the team isn’t too far away if needed.”

  Taking my cue, I take off my shirt completely exposing myself and arch my back slightly. Pulling the chopstick out of my hair, I let it fall down my back in the most seductive way possible and purr, “Well then, are you going to fuck me in this car or what?”

  Before I finish, Cole grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap, bending me forward, forcing me to grip the front seats to stabilize myself. Holding one large, warm hand in the middle of my back to keep me leaned forward, he pulls up the skirt I am wearing until it is bunched at my waist.

  “Mia, you are being a very needy girl right now, I can feel how much you want me,” he croons as he pushes my underwear to the side and draws his fingers through my wet folds. The feeling is so intense that I try and arch my back, only to be met with the force of his hand holding me in place.

  Grinding his cock into my backside, he leans forward and kisses my back and grabs a fistful of hair at the base of my neck, pulling my hair back. It leaves just enough pain and pleasure.

  “Ahhh, that feels so good, baby. Your ass is my kryptonite,” Cole growls as he grinds his hard length into me. I can feel his fingers gripping my waist and pulling me into him for what is the sexiest dry fuck I’ve ever experienced. Reaching his hand back down to my wetness, he grips the lace panties and pulls harshly, ripping them from my body, the sting causing me to jump and let out a gasp.

  “Is this what you want, Mia? Do you want me to fuck you bent over in this car?”

  “Yes, Cole! Fuck me hard.” I barely make out the words through my stuttered breaths.

  I hear the zip, the rustle of his pants as he pushes me forward farther toward the front of the car, only to be pulled back just as quickly and impaled by his cock.

  “Ah,” I scream. “Yes!”

  “Hold the seat, sweetheart,” he dominates through gritted teeth and I do as I am told as he begins to buck wildly, fucking me so hard that my body starts to feel like jelly.

  “Fuckfuckfuck, Cole! I’m gonna come, omg, yes!”

  “Wait for me baby, just hold still.”

  I try to grind back meeting his thrusts with my own, but the sensations have taken over and all I can think about is the burning sensation ripping through my body as Cole literally fucks my entire body into a numbed state of bliss. Just when I feel like I can’t hold on any longer, I feel him grip my shoulder and lean into my body grinding in with such force that my arms give and he alone is holding us up.

  “Now, Mia, come with me.”

  I swear I see stars as blinding light rips through my body with so much intensity, making my entire body soar as I let out a guttural, feral scream, “Cole!”

  Following me, I can feel Cole’s growl against the back of my neck as he pushes once more and releases himself inside of me. We are so connected that I can feel his cock twitch as we hold still and try to regain ourselves through harsh breaths, our chests heaving. His hands still digging into me, not ready to let go.

  “Holy fuck.” He smiles against my back, gently bringing us back to a seated position, with me on his lap and him still inside of me.

  “Yep. There is a good chance that I broke a rib,” I feel my sides laughing. Cole responds by kissing my back and down my arms. I feel him twitch inside of me. Smiling, I look over my shoulder and ask, “Are you already set for round two?”

  “I’m always ready for you, baby, but I would prefer if round two was inside of our house, not in the car. You know, for the sake of your ribs and all.”

  I pull myself up, releasing him from me and try and right myself next to him. He grabs my hands and kisses the backs after buttoning his jeans.

  “Wanna see your present?”

  My present! I had almost forgotten. Sex with Cole has a way of making me forget that anything else exists.

  “Yes!” I squeal, feeling like a little kid at Christmas.

  We exit the car, Cole first and then with his help, me. Looking up, I see the most breathtakingly beautiful gift. The house is a one story, shingled cottage, although cottage isn’t really the right word. It’s bigger than a cottage but doesn’t lack the charm. It has a large porch with a swing and four steps that lead up. The double glass door entry is framed by the honeysuckle that grows along the overhang of the porch. I run-hop from excitement to the door followed by a laughing Cole who proceeds to pick me up and wink before he carries me over the threshold. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I whisper, “I love you,” and he smiles at me one last time before setting me down and turning me around to take in, what is now easily considered as my dream house.

  “Oh, my goodness,” I gasp, cupping my hands over my mouth. It’s hands-down gorgeous. The entry opens to a foyer that opens to a study with French doors on the right and a few more feet down to a large formal dining area, past that a huge great room with tall ceilings and glass accordion walls leads out to an outdoor patio equipped with a built-in fireplace and kitchen, all framed by a large expanse of grass leading to a dock that sits on the most gorgeous glass-like body of water.

  “Cole, it’s perfect,” I breathe out.

  Cole walks up behind me and whispers into my ear, “I want to have babies with you here. I want us to raise our babies here.” He wraps his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my head.

  I feel my throat constrict, making it hard to swallow as I try and hold back my tears. I can picture it. I can see our children running around in the grass doing cartwheels and our friends sitting outside on Adirondack chairs as we watch them play. I want all of that, except currently, our lives are at a standstill because Cole is being charged with a heinous crime and the fallout from this may ruin us, but I can’t say that.

  I won’t ruin his hope, so I say the next best thing, “One day, baby, one day.”

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nbsp; We stand silently, looking out at our view when he finally speaks again. “Let’s make one day, this day.”

  Caught off guard, I turn to look into his face. “Cole, you can’t be serious.” I thought this was going to be the end of it, I am shocked at his denial or straight up delusional state right now. “You can’t actually be serious… with everything going on, you want to knock me up?”

  Moving away from me, he waves his hand dismissively in the air saying, “Forget it, sorry I brought it up. If you don’t want kids you should have just said so.”

  What the fuck. First, we fight, then we fuck. So now we fight again? I will not do this with him again today.

  “Don’t you dare. Have you lost your mind? I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I want to go back to that happy moment, the one that happened three minutes ago. Of course, I want to have your babies. I just don’t want to be knocked up during all this stress and frankly, I’m pretty fucking shocked you would want that for me,” I huff, crossing my arms across my chest readying for the fight.

  “Fuck, Mia, I’m sorry. Of course, we wait, of course. I’m just grasping for some happy in the middle of all this shit. Can we just pretend, for this weekend, that I am not a murder suspect? Can we just jump into our future, without actually knocking you up?”

  My heart almost melts at the look of need on his face. He needs a break. My poor sweet husband has opened his heart up and laid it out. If he needs to pretend for three days, then I will be the best fucking actress of all time.

  Walking over, I kiss his lips and say, “Are we having a girl or boy first?”

  Smiling, he answers, “Twins, one of each.”

  “Omg, Cole! You are a psychopath. No way, that isn’t a fantasy! I’m tired just thinking about it!” I laugh, swatting his arm.

  After having a conversation about our future kids, Cole shows me the rest of the house, including our bedroom. We become intimately introduced to that room specifically, leaving us famished, so we sit outside by the fire, drink some wine and fill our bellies with the pasta made by my delicious husband.