All My Tomorrows Are Yours: LUNA MOON SERIES BOOK 1

by Tia KENZIE

  He grabs my arm, “what’s up? Everything was fine when I left you in bed this morning. I thought you were happy; I know I was. Luna, just tell me, what’s up?” He’s pleading, this boy is good!

  I pull away from him. “I tell you what Rome. I will marry you on Saturday, to save Colt’s life. That is the only reason I will be doing it. Then, you can live your life, and go back to fucking whatever skank you used to do, before me. I’ll live my own life, away from you.” He tries to cut me off, but I hold a hand up. “Then, you can DIVORCE me whenever you want, and never see me again.” I walk off, then turn back. “Don’t try talking to me, like, at all. Because I won’t answer.” Then I run off. Tears are running down my face.

  I charge through the front door, past a shocked Dolby, and lock myself in the bedroom. Well, I slam the door….it doesn’t have a lock, unfortunately. But you get the point!

  I’ve been in the shower for over an hour. I was trying to run the hot water off, just to be a bitch, but guess what? It’s never fucking ending! Crinkled like a prune, I exit the shower and get dried. Then I apply lashings of moisturizer that I found in a cabinet, to my poor skin. I’ve impressed myself actually, I’ve not cried for ages! I think I’m just numb now.

  Changing into a vest top and baggy pajama bottoms, I set about drying my hair. Why? I don’t know, but I do. Then I lay on the bed, doing nothing. Going to the bedroom door, I put my ear against it, and I can hear Rome talking with someone. Probably Dolby, I guess. I can only hear Rome talking, so he must be on the phone. Walking over to the sliding doors, I glimpse outside onto the deck. I can see the table from here, there’s still the champagne bottle, that we didn’t finish, and I think I can spy a joint, too. Opening the doors quietly, I sneak out, grabbing the bottle, lighter and joint.

  I then take the steps Rome used earlier, down to the beach. Parking my ass just before the sand is wet, I swig some of the champagne, then lay on my back with the lit joint. Ah, bliss.

  I’m feeling a bit groggy now, to be honest. I’m drunk and stoned I realize. Dolby definitely uses good shit! I think I might have to start buying from him, all the time.

  I hear Rome calling my name, which I ignore, obviously. It makes me laugh, to hear how he’s panicking. Ooh, scared to death of his uncle, the big baby! I’m just confused though. Why bother marrying me, if he wants to divorce me straight away? Obviously, even in my current state I realize we didn’t have a choice. I guess Uncle would have something to say about a divorce too. But why go to the trouble of pretending to love me? It’s just cruel, what he’s done. That is what really hurts me. He made me fall for him and took my V-card, which is something I can never get back! That is the worst and most cruel thing he could have done.

  I’m staring at the stars. Trying to find some shapes, anything, at all really. Then the stars remind me of Dante, who is my star. Then I think of Rome’s eyes, I compare them to stars too. I will have to stop doing that, they can’t both be stars. I think I’ll only refer to Rome’s eyes as diamonds, from now on. Yeah, diamonds.

  I sit up and finish the champagne, I feel really drunk now. Like, swaying, dizzy, drunk. I try to stand but I have no control over my legs. They’re like limp noodles. Oh shit! I need to lay back down. I should maybe not have mixed alcohol with the super duper strong joint.

  I must have fallen asleep on the beach. But that can’t be right, because I’ve got a comfy blanket on me. I’m sure I was on the beach. My eyes fly open. I am on the beach still, but I now have a blanket covering me. Turning my head, Rome is sitting nearby. He’s looking out at the ocean, drinking a beer.

  I watch him for a while, trying to see if I can guess what he’s thinking. Nope! I come up blank. Actually, I could guess. He’s probably gonna try and tell me that I misheard him, that I got ‘the wrong end of the stick’. But that’s nothing new lately, me getting the shit end of the stick!

  He looks around, notices my eyes are open. I could close them quickly, try and pretend to still be asleep, but that would take energy that I just don’t have. He comes to sit next to me.

  “Do you want to go back to the house?”

  “Nope.” Popping the P. (like a child, I admit)

  “You want to stay out here, all night?”

  “Thinking about it.”

  “It’s gonna rain, thought you should know.” He grins.

  Err, no, we are not at the grinning stage!

  “Please Luna, just come back to the house.”

  “I can’t, I’m drunk. And that joint was super strong, I can’t use my legs properly. So, just leave me here.”

  He starts laughing, then grabs me and lifts me in his arms. I ignore the closeness of his gorgeous face, so close to mine. Instead, I close my eyes and lay my head against his neck. He smells lovely, all clean, with a musky aftershave scent. My nose starts smelling him, on its own, and he laughs. Bastard!

  Inside he lays me on the bed, covering me with the sheets.

  “Can I get you anything?”

  I shake my head, only just remembering I said I wouldn’t speak to him again. Luckily he leaves then and I must fall asleep instantly.

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  At some point later something wakes me up. It’s dark in the room, there’s just a soft glow from the bedside lamp, so I know it’s still night-time. I’m laid on my side, facing the glass doors.

  I feel the bed dip beside me, it’s Rome. At least, I hope it is. I can smell him, it is Rome. Then I feel him leaning over me, probably checking if I’m asleep.

  I make sure to keep my eyes closed and my breaths even. He’s under the sheets with me. He settles his body behind mine, putting his arm around my waist. His fingers are spread wide against my stomach, which he then sneaks under my vest top. He shuffles closer so my back is pulled close to his front. Lord! I can feel my lady bits singing, but I tell the bitch to shut up!

  My mind is racing. I know I’m still a bit drunk, but is he for real? He’s clinging onto me like none of today happened, at all. Wow! I cough, I can’t help it, it just comes out. Shit!

  “Luna, are you awake?” He whispers.

  Fuck! I ignore him. He tries again, but I ignore that too. He sighs loudly, then his fingers start stroking my stomach. It feels lovely, then his fingers slowly, gradually, move further up. I’m fully aware of what he’s doing, fully aware I should stop him, but I can’t, it just feels too nice.

  His fingers start caressing and kneading my breast, twisting my nipple into a hard point. He pulls me closer to his body, his dick is hard, like really hard. He’s pushing it against my ass. My panties are drenched, fuck my life! As if he heard my thoughts, he slides his hand further down, slipping under my panties. He feels just how wet I am, and he groans. Then he moves his hand back to my breast. How long should I let this go on for? I’m arguing with myself, a lot. Should I sit up in anger, shouting at him? Call him a bastard, admit what I overheard? Or should I give in to the temptation? Then regret it tomorrow? He makes the choice for me, with his God damn smooth talk!

  “Luna, I think you’re awake. Well, I hope you are, because, I’m touching you, and….you seem to be liking it. I’m gonna feel a prick if you’re really asleep and I’m actually molesting you, without your knowledge. Luna, just listen to me.

  I’m thinking you heard my phone conversation, actually, with you mentioning divorce I’m sure you did, but it’s not what you think. I know what I said, and how it sounds, but you just need to know, it’s not about you, not really. I can’t explain it now, I wish I could, but I can’t. I know you hate being lied to, being kept in the dark. But I’m trying to work something out, for you Luna, because I want to spend the rest of my life, with you.”

  He’s quiet for a bit, then moves his hand over my ass, stroking and grabbing at my cheeks.

  “Luna, I fucking love you. I don’t want anybody else, ever, it hurt me when you said that earlier. I don’t want to live a life without you. And I don’t want you living your life, away from me. What you gave me last night was the m
ost precious part of you, and it is the most fantastic experience of my life. I just need you to trust me, please sweet Luna. I never want to lose you.”

  Fuck! He sounds sincere.

  He leans in to kiss my neck. Now…. he’s either giving me a really sloppy kiss, or that’s tears that I can feel on my skin. Damn him! I’m a sucker! I'm going to give in because I can't stand to see him upset.

  Turning over I look at him. Yep. Tears are running down his face. I don’t say anything, I just wipe them away with my thumbs.

  “Luna?” He chokes. I don’t reply. “Luna, I love you. I can’t stand you hating me. Please, can you just trust me? I promise it’s not what you think.” His eyes are flitting between mine, searching for an answer.

  I don’t have one, I don’t know what to say. At a loss for words, I do the only thing I can… because I’m a skank… I take hold of the bottom of my vest top, lifting it up and off.

  His eyes light up. “You’re sure, really?” He asks.

  I nod. His tears have miraculously stopped. He dives under the covers, quickly dragging my pajama bottoms and panties off, in one. He covers my body with his, looking down at me. Biting his lip, he grins at me, then moves back between my legs.

  He spreads them wide, then slowly licks a trail from my inner thigh, up to my core. Fuck! My toes curl. He does the same with the other leg, then parts my lips with his thumbs. He blows hot breath against me, then licks my slit slowly, from back to front. He finds my clit and sucks it, causing me to writhe on the bed, my back arching. He chuckles and keeps doing it, again and again. I’m just thinking I can’t stand it anymore , when he stops and puts a finger, deep inside. Jesus, that sets me off writhing again. I think he’s gonna keep going, until I come, but he stops.

  He leans over to the bedside table and removes a condom from the drawer. He pauses on the way back down, to kiss me deeply. I taste myself on his slips, I’m not sure what to make of it, to be honest. It’s a new taste, not too unpleasant, I’m pleased to say.

  He drags his sweatpants off swiftly, then puts on the condom, before going back to torture me with his mouth. In no time at all I’m nearly to the point of orgasming again, then he stops. Quickly he lines himself up and pushes into me. Holy Fuck! That is intense. It only takes a couple of deep thrusts and I’m coming like a steam train. The pleasure keeps ripping through me, and he doesn’t stop, he just keeps thrusting through it. He slows down when the ripples stop, leaning over to kiss me.

  “Turn around.” He says.

  He slips out of me, directing me onto my hands and knees. Behind me, he leans over, kissing my neck. Then he enters me. It’s deeper than he’s been before, and it’s so, so good. Holding my hips tightly, he starts thrusting wildly, it feels better than ever before. He reaches around, playing with my clit. In record time I’m coming again, I don’t think it will ever stop, the ripples of pleasure just keep shooting through me. I shout his name as I come. A couple of deep thrusts later and he’s coming too, biting down on my neck and telling me he loves me.

  We collapse to the bed; he removes the condom and draws me to him. We’re both panting for ages, not speaking. I close my eyes, falling asleep with my head on his chest, and his hand on my ass. My leg is thrown over him, which he pulls tighter, so I’m nearly straddling him.

  The next time I open my eyes it’s morning. I’m in the same position as when I went to sleep, but there’s one difference. This time Rome has his fingers inside me, thrusting gently. I’m not sure just how long he’s been at it, but I can feel I’m drenched already. I bite my lip, looking up at him.

  “Morning sweet Luna.” He says. “Did I wake you?”

  “Kinda, but I don’t mind.” I lift up to straddle him. He whips a condom out from under his pillow, ready to go.

  “Luna, can I try bare, just a little bit? I’ll put the condom on after, I just really need to feel you.” He sees the uncertainty on my face. “I promise I’ve never gone bare before, you will be the first. And I promise you I’m clean.”

  I nod, “okay. But I am on birth control, anyway.”

  His eyes light up. “Yeah? In that case, can I come inside you? I really need to feel you.”

  I just nod, excited to feel him skin to skin.

  He’s hard already, he slips straight in, and I instantly start rocking above him, slowly.

  “Fuck me Luna, Fuck! You are so wet; you feel so good. That’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I want this, all the time.” He’s panting. He thrusts up into me, holding my waist. Then he holds me still, gazing at me intently. With a cheeky smile, “Luna, this is the first time I’ve gone bare. So, basically, I’m giving you my virginity.”

  I laugh, “gee thanks, I’m honored.”

  He pulls me down for a smoldering kiss. “Luna, turn around, I want to see your ass.” I climb off him, positioning on all fours, because I love it this way. I love just how deep he goes. He positions himself behind me, grips my hips and slowly enters me, then immediately starts thrusting deep and hard repeatedly, like a piston. Over and over he thrusts, keeping the same hard rythm. He gives me 2 orgasms, before he comes. I feel his dick enlarging even more, before it happens. Being bare makes it so much better, so much more. I collapse to the bed, completely sated. I’m thinking I could get used to this, with Rome I mean. He’s like a drug to me. Though I can't help wondering, just how long I’ve got him for.

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  Chapter 20.

  Dolby contacted us, to say Rome’s phone had been blowing up with calls and messages. Uncle wanted us back, asap. We packed up and called an Uber home, to face the music.

  Back at the apartment I knew something was different straight away. There weren’t any big changes, just enough for me to know something was different. Rome admits he’d arranged for a company to attend in our absence. The whole apartment had been deep cleaned top to bottom. Including the pool and hot tub. Walls had been newly painted, and a new bed delivered. Wow, I’m really glad. I just have to try really hard to forget the fact he’s had a lot of women, before me.

  We’d only been back an hour when a dress designer arrived. She is responsible for finding my perfect wedding dress. I’ve got to be honest; it had totally slipped my mind. She was apologetic, explaining that with only a couple of days’ notice, I would have to choose an off the rack dress. She seemed really worried about telling me, but I assured her I didn’t mind, at all. I saw her actually, physically, relax at this.

  I think she soon realized that I’m a normal person, not like the stuck-up bitches she usually deals with. I found that I like her, a lot. Ruby is, I guess early 20’s, with a plump figure, and beautiful Asian features. You know when you meet someone, and you just know that they get you? That they could be a friend for life? That is what happened. We got on so well that I invited her to my wedding. She teared up at this, assuring me she would love to attend, but was unsure if could at this time. She's busy with work and may not have the time.

  She brought 3 rails of dresses with her. Within 30 minutes I had chosen. I found my perfect dress, and a new friend. I did ask her to make one tiny alteration to the dress, just a little surprise for Rome. She loved my idea and assured me it would done in time. She needs to help me make the arrangements for part of the surprise, but she assures me everything will be sorted. I picked my shoes too; I am a really good shopper! She looked really happy when she left.

  Rome had been banished to the hot tub, so he couldn’t see the dress. You know, bad luck and all that. I changed into a silver bikini and joined him. Taking a seat on his lap, he kisses me, tenderly.

  “You’ve finished already?” He asks. Clearly surprised.

  “Yep. I’ve picked my dress, shoes, made best friends with the dress lady and invited her to our wedding.”

  He looks at me, open mouthed. “Really?”

  “Yeah. Will it be a problem, me inviting her? I couldn’t help it; she was lovely, and it just slipped out.”

  He belly laughs at me. “Fucking hell Luna. You a
re adorable. I love you. Any other girl I know would have treated her like shit. But you, you actually made friends with her.” He shakes his head, positioning me so I’m straddling him. “You are incredible sweet Luna. I can’t wait until you are my wife.” He kisses me softly, which turns deeply, fast.

  He pulls away. “Luna, can I ask you something?”

  “Yeah, what?”

  “Will you tell me about this?” He lifts one of my hands up, kissing my scar. “I know I said I’d wait until you were ready, but I really want to know.” He looks so innocent, and also nervous about asking me.

  I nod. Then I tell him, everything. He actually gets my life story, the full works. His scowls a bit when I mention Dante and Colt, but there’s nothing I can do about that. They are a part of my life, I can’t and won’t erase my memories of them. He thinks over what I’ve told him. He laughs at my memories of Mom, and how I think I picked up the ‘love spreading’ gene, from her.