The Forever Plan

by Grant, Sienna

  “Are you wet Serena?”

  Reaching down between her legs she dips her fingers into her pussy and draws them out slowly. The look of pure pleasure taking over her beautiful face. She traces my lips with her fingertips before pushing them into my mouth. I clamp my lips around them and suck, slowly dragging her fingers from my mouth, nipping the tip as she pulls them out.

  “Fucking soaking.”

  “Then jump on baby…”

  I don't have to ask twice; she rears up and positioning her core over the head, she slowly slides down taking my erection all the way in.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Serena

  Now this is what I call celebrating today's success in style. Lowering myself down onto his solid erection, I gasp out loud when I feel him hit my womb. It’s the best pleasure I’ve ever experienced. If I thought the sex we’d had before was hot, then I was sadly mistaken, because this is right here is out of this world. Every time we’re together it’s always a hundred times better than the last, but with the amazing sex comes feelings. Feelings I have no right to be having about him. Sensing he’s lost me for a moment, he takes a hold of my face and pulls my head down to look him straight in the eye.

  “Are you with me, Serena?”

  Inhaling a breath, I nod, “I’m with you, Dylan.”

  With no more words spoken between us, I start to rotate my hips- up and down, up, and down. Pushing hard on my thrusts back down causing him to throw his head back. His hands glide over my body causing my entire body to tingle, bringing me to new heights of pleasure. Pleasure I thought I would never get to experience.

  “Oh my god, Dylan. Yes.” I practically scream.

  “Fuck me, Serena. You look so gorgeous riding me the way you are.” His voice is rough, he’s never sounded so sexy to me.

  Pinching my nipple with his finger and thumb, I clamp my thighs tighter. My orgasm just on the brink of taking over my body. The feel of him sliding in and out me is addictive and I don’t want it to end yet, but my body isn’t giving me a choice. I can’t stop it from happening.

  “Serena, baby please let it go, because I can’t hold it back any longer. I want to come with the feel of your juices dripping down my dick.”

  Just like that his words are like a detonator to my pussy and it does just what he asks. It’s like he has a direct button to control my body on demand. I start to shake uncontrollably, my nails dig into his broad shoulders, as I ride out the magnificence of my orgasm. His movements become uncoordinated as he stiffens and jerks rapidly, his sign that he’s right there with me.

  Our breaths and pants mingle as one, as we both come down from the high. Judging by the way his eyes are boring into me, I’m guessing he’s never felt a connection like the one we have going on right now.

  “You mesmerize me, Serena. Your beauty, your independence, it’s unfathomable how much you amaze me.”

  Stroking my cheek with his knuckle, I lap up his gentleness. I’d love nothing more than to take the leap and tell him my feelings for him are slowly shifting, but my faith in men won’t allow me to do it. I’ve hardened myself to much. No, he’s not Steve, but what’s to say he won’t trample all over me and my heart, once I expose the vulnerability inside of me. Instead of voicing what my head is screaming out for me to do, I press our chests together and capture his lips with mine in a soft kiss.

  “Thank you for a fabulous night. Dylan. You really do know how to treat a lady.” My words are hushed against his mouth, causing him to chuckle with has a knock-on effect. His cock that’s still inside of me jerks and stirs back to life. “Oh my, Mr Proctor. You really do have some stamina.” I joke.

  “When it comes to sex with you, I don’t mess about.”

  Giving me a flirty wink, he grabs under my thighs and carries me into my bathroom. Where he proceeds to show me again that he certainly doesn’t mess about in the shower.

  Both of us thoroughly spent from our animalistic fucking, we both exit my shower. Leaving Dylan to sort himself out, I go into my bedroom to get dry, dressed and to try and do something with my hair.

  “I’m going to make some coffee; do you want one?” He asks as he treads down the stairs.

  “Yes please, black, no sugar.”

  Just as I’m having a fight with my hairbrush to get it through the knots in my hair, my phone starts to ring out downstairs.

  “Dylan, do you mind getting that for me please? It’s probably Bonnie, just tell her I will call her back later on.”

  “Yeah, okay no problem.”

  Giving up on my hair, I throw it up into a messy bun on top of my head, and go in search of Dylan. Reaching the bottom of the stairs I hear his voice and the anger in his tone has me frozen on the spot.

  “Listen to me you little jumped up prick, I warned you earlier on. If I find out you’ve ever called Serena again, I will end you. Are we clear? Now fuck off.”

  That’s not Bonnie, but who’s he warning away from me?

  Getting my legs into gear I enter the living room. His backs to me as I watch him throw my phone onto my sofa, where it lands with a thud, before turning to look out of the window. The muscles in his back are pulled tight like he’s trying to stop himself from breaking something. Placing my hands on my hips. I make it clear to him that I’ve just heard every word that’s just come out of his mouth, as he turns around and sees me standing there.

  “Oh fuck.” The colour drains out of his face when he notices I have a face like thunder.

  “Oh fuck, would be right. Who was that on my phone Dylan? Because I definitely know you wouldn’t speak to Bonnie like that.”

  Something tells me that he didn’t mean for any of that to happen, but I don’t care. My priority is to find out who he’s threatening when they call me and why.

  Stepping forward he holds his hands out as if he’s going to touch me. Only I step back because if he touches me, I know I’ll cave and brush it under the carpet, but I can’t and won’t let that happen.

  I will not let another man walk all over me.

  “Don’t touch me right now. You’ve just crossed a line and I want to know why you did it?” I warn him.

  Dropping his hands to his side he looks deflated. Going back to my bay window, he places his hands on the windowsill. Inhaling a breath between his teeth he whispers the one name I thought he would never have to say outside of work.

  “It was Steve.”

  Just like that my veins turn to ice.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Dylan

  How do you stop having feelings for a woman when she makes you feel so fucking amazing?

  You can’t, you have to ride it out and wait for the fall. Serena is everything. She’s beautiful, she has brains and she gives as good as she gets. I knew in the restaurant that tonight would be different, but can I forget the past. Can I let it go and start something new with Serena?

  Fuck I hope so, because I’m not letting her get away.

  The only problem that stands between us is her ex. I know he fucked her head up, but how do I get her to trust me? My mind is going around in circles, as I click on the kettle and get the cups ready to make us coffee.

  Hearing a phone ring I look around for it. I know it’s not mine, it’s not my ringtone. Serena shouts down the stairs telling me to grab her phone, as it may be Bonnie. Seeing Serena’s bag on the floor it must be coming from there.

  When I see it’s Steve calling her, a red mist falls. It completely smothers the reasonable part of my brain. Clicking the icon on the screen, I move the phone to my ear. Before I can even say hello; he launches into an attack.

  “You little fucking bitch. You told him what I said and for this you’re over. I’m going to tell everyone what a little fucking slut you are.”

  “Listen to me you little jumped up prick. I warned you earlier on. If I find out you’ve ever called Serena again, I will end you. Are we clear? Now fuck off.” I throw her phone to the cou
ch as if it’s burning my hand. They ball tightly into fists.

  I want to hit something so bad right now.

  It's only then I realise she’s in the room, and hear the icy tone in her voice. Taking a small step towards her, I try to touch her, instead she steps back away from me.

  “Do you realise what you’ve just done?” Serena says eerily quiet from behind me.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Slowly turning around, I hold my hands up in front of me, like I need to tame the wild beast. Her eyes look manic and her pretty face is twisted in downright fury.

  “Serena, I can explain…”

  “Then you better start, because right now I don’t even want to look at you.”

  “I know what happened in my conference room today, I heard him. I didn’t hear it all, but I was there long enough to hear him accuse you of having sex with me to get what you want.”

  “Oh my god.” Her jaw drops and her eyes close as she lifts her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. She drops to the couch sitting down, but doesn’t shift her hands.

  “You wasn’t supposed to know about that… I knew there was something when you came in the room.”

  The urge to go to her and pull into my arms, to reassure her that everything is going to be fine is killing me, but I know she doesn’t want me to. I won’t make her uncomfortable so instead, I fill in the blanks for her.

  “Before I came to your place, I went to see him.”

  “You did what?” Her muffled voice shouts through her hands.

  “I went to see him. I wasn’t going to let him get away with it Serena. It’s little dicks like him that can do the worst damage and I won’t let him ruin you.”

  “Did you hit him?” Her eyes go widen before I have to chance to answer, “Oh God, please say you didn’t... fuck.”

  “Serena. I didn’t hit him. I just pinned him against the wall and threatened him.”

  She drops her hands from her face and looks up.

  “Dylan, you’ve just given him the ammunition to end my career. I know I said answer the phone, but when you saw his name, did it not enter your fucking brain to think you’d better not? Especially knowing what he said to me?”

  “I didn’t think. I just saw red.” I sigh, “I saw his name and after today I felt the need to warn him again.”

  “For fucks sake Dylan. I’m done. My career is over. I’ve just got myself to a place where I was succeeding for the first time ever. Then you come along. Then my fucked-up brain and traitorous vagina won’t let me walk away.”

  “I happen to like your traitorous vagina…” Smirking at my own joke. Serena doesn’t find it funny though. In fact, the way she glaring at me, it’s like she’s envisioning which part of my body she can hurt first, before she moves her hands back to hide her face again. I take cautious steps towards her, because as much as I’m a confident man I quite like my balls kept where they are. There’s only one species that can make a man drop to his knees like I’m about to do now, and that’s a woman. Taking my place in front of her, I remove her hands making her look me in the eye. I need to make her understand that no matter what happens, Steve O’ Malley won’t win. I won’t let him. I’m not the kind of man that will roll over for anyone and this time is no different.

  “Serena, I need you to look at me.”

  “I can’t. You don’t realise what he’s like. When I left, I had a plan in place - I’d stay single and prove to him that I could make something of my career…”

  “But you are.” I cut her off.

  “People won’t think that now. When I left to work for Boston, he laughed at me and said I’d never be anything. When I saw him talking to you, I thought the two of you had planned this and was just trying to take me out of the game.”

  I get up from my knees and sit by the side of her. Twisting her to face me I take her hands.

  “Do you want brutal honesty?”

  “It would be nice for a change.” She fires at me facing me. Her body is rigid as she waits for me to start. I know when I tell her this it could mean the end before it’s really started, but I’m willing to take the chance.

  “When I met you on that Friday night, you blew me away. Your beauty, your sass, everything and when you walked away, I knew I had to know more. I haven’t felt like that in such a long time. I made it a point to find you and if we couldn’t be together, I knew I still needed you in my life.”

  The sick feeling in my stomach is telling me shut the fuck up, but my heart is saying I need to get this out in the open and do the right thing.

  “I decided to put that offer together to get you to work for me…”

  “You. Did. What?” Her usual sparkly green eyes dim and widen as she shouts.

  “Before you go off at the deep end I’ll explain. I knew of your work. I knew how competent you actually were, but I’d never have put the name with the person I’d met that night in the pub. I swear to you. I wanted you working for me.” I tell her unashamedly.

  “So, it was basically a set up.” Her angry tone makes another appearance. “What about Steve, did you know about him or did you lie about that little fact as well?”

  “I didn’t know Steve was your ex-husband.”

  “How can I believe you?”

  “Because I’m asking you to trust me. It wasn’t a total set up as such. I need someone else; I need someone as ruthless as me. You have the same vision as I do and you proved that in your own right, Serena. Fuck anyone who says something different, because I know the truth.”

  “I feel like I’ve cheated…”

  “Like fuck. That pitch was a damn good presentation. If I’m being honest, O’Malley bored the fuck out of me.”

  “Why are you telling me now?”

  “Because I don’t need that fucker spreading anymore bullshit. The next time I won’t just rough him up a bit, I’ll beat the shit out of him. That’s the god’s honest truth. I won’t have you upset Serena.”

  I try my chances by pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss. Softly gasping she kisses me back until she’s gently shoving me away and a tear rolls down her cheek.

  “I’m protective of those I’m close to… I’m protective of you.”

  “My life is so messed up, what did I ever do to deserve it?”

  “Just bad choices. We’ve all made them.”

  “Yeah except you won’t talk about yours” Inhaling a sharp breath she goes on, “Maybe you should leave, I need to think.”

  “Please don’t push me away. We can get through this, but wouldn’t it better we get through it together?”

  She doesn’t shift her tearful gaze from mine so I go on, “I’m sorry I made it harder for you, but you were my priority. I won’t apologise for protecting you.”

  Placing a lingering kiss on her forehead I go into the kitchen giving her some space. I don’t want to leave, but if that’s what she really wants then I will.

  The ball’s in her court now.

  Chapter Thirty

  Serena

  Letting him walk away into the kitchen, I try to process everything that's just happened and been said. It’s like it’s one rule for him and one rule for me. He wants me to share my past and secrets. Yet when I even slightly mention anything about his past that I know is still haunting him, then he clams up and runs a mile.

  He has no right threatening Steve; we aren’t even in a proper relationship. We’re just fucking and that’s putting it mildly. Steve is my problem not his. I’ve dealt with his shit for long enough, I know how to handle him now. This time though, Dylan's well and truly landed me in the shit. By him answering my phone he’s given that tosser even more ammunition to end me. I don’t believe for one tiny second that Dylan’s threats are going to stop him from doing it. Just when I start to think that maybe Dylan was different, I get proved wrong. Tugging my messy bun from my hair tie, I let my wet, unruly waves tumble down around my shoulders. Before running my fingers t
hrough it and letting out a scream in frustration. I should have just stuck to my plan; I shouldn’t have let Dylan into my life, so he could charm me and worm his way into my heart. I can deny it until I’m blue in the face, but it would be pointless. I’d be lying to myself and that is something I am not willing to do. The only way that I can keep both my career and heart intact, is by cutting all ties before it goes too far, and I’m left a broken, unrepairable mess.

  “Serena?” My name on his lips is a whisper. I can’t look at him. If I do, I’ll break and I have to be strong, I have to be cold and straight to the point. I can’t let him divert me from my plan. This past week has just been a blip. A silly mistake and I have to get back on course.

  “Dylan, I asked you to leave and I meant it. Why are you still here?” My voice is cold and void of any emotion. If I think about it logically this was the wakeup call, I needed. I don’t need a man; my job is what’s important. In time I’ll learn that this time I made the right choice.

  “Don’t do this, Serena. I know I fucked up, but…”

  “Just stop. I can’t listen to you; I need you to leave and take the contract with you. I’m declining the job.”

  “You can’t do that.”

  “Yes, I can. I haven’t signed anything yet. Now will you please just go. I don’t want to ever see you again. You said we all make mistakes in life. Well getting involved with you was one of my biggest mistakes ever.”

  The saying you have to be cruel to be kind has never rang more true to me as it does right now. I have to push him away to get him to leave. If I don’t, he’ll crack the rest of my hardened heart wide open. I don’t trust him enough not to shatter it. I guess that little bit faith I was starting to have was just a pipe dream.