Forever Us

by C C Monroe

  “Oh my God! Fuck.” That nasty word sounds feminine through her sexy little lips.

  “Mmmm,” I moan, slurping her juices down my throat, my tongue sliding in and out as she circles her hips. Keeping her hands locked in my hair, she looks down at me, wide eyes and open mouth as I barely take enough time to blink. Her abs tighten each time she spasms, ready to come again.

  “I want—shit.” I bite her clit. “I want you in my mouth,” she finally spits out.

  Once again, I move us faster than she has time to gain her bearings. She helps this time, turning around and sitting reverse cowgirl on my face. “Suck it then, pretty baby.” Reaching up, I push her down between her shoulder blades. As she descends, my hands slide down her spine, and the second she takes the head of my cock in her mouth, I close my mouth around her wet, wet pussy and I breach her ass with my thumb.

  She jolts from the unexpected invasion, and my cock pops out of her mouth and I growl at the loss. “Kingston!”

  “Suck it, or I won’t feast on this pussy,” I demand. She doesn’t answer with words, but she does with action. Choking on me, she swallows me until I hit the back of her throat, her hands gripping the other inches that can’t fit.

  I feel her saliva dropping down to my balls, telling me it’s messy down there like I like it. The wetter, the motherfucking better.

  She taste so fucking good, and it eggs me on. Licking and nipping, I keep my thumb in her ass, massaging her, and each time she moans against my cock, my toes curl and my lower spine fucking shivers.

  Cupping my balls, she rolls them in her hand, massaging them, and my eyes roll back, overwhelmed with her smell, her taste, and her expert touch.

  “Babe, fuck, come here. I’m gonna come. Give me that pussy,” I growl, squeezing her hips. I lose her mouth with another pop and she hurries to climb on me like I’m a bull. She knows it’s gonna be a wild ride, and we fall into formation—my hands on her hips plopping her up and down like the tiny, nearly weightless thing she is, and she holds onto my hands as they go.

  “Yeah, oh fuck, squeeze me like that—fuck! Come with me. Scream my fucking name.”

  “Oh, Kingston! Fill me up!” Without needing her clit touched, she comes on my dick as I shoot load after load of hot come into her pussy.

  “So fucking perfect—please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for. Maybe it’s her to stop fucking me so good that she nearly takes my soul, or maybe I’m begging her to take my soul all together.

  We’re spent, beautifully spent after hours of lovemaking. I lost count after we got lazy and slow, using each other when there was nothing left to use, but we couldn’t stop.

  Sprawled out on the bed under me, my body aligned perfectly on top of Kingston, he sits rubbing my back. His heartbeat has steadied under where my ear lays against his chest, and his strong, powerful thighs keep me warm as the cool air from our open window comes blowing in from the rainstorm outside. Even Mother Nature felt the storm of our lovemaking.

  I draw patterns along his pec, tracing Shayla’s tattoo and absentmindedly grazing the rounded part of my fingertip over Princeton’s name. I miss him. Kingston and I haven’t said anything for nearly ten minutes, but his lips have stayed against the top of my head, kissing it sporadically. His hand moves in a dance from the curve of my ass, up to the dips of my lower back, and over the trail of my spine, and I almost fall asleep.

  We’re connected, in the moment, nothing between us. A loud crack of thunder sounds, and it cues me to break the silence.

  “It’s wild out there.”

  “Yeah, they say it’s going to go all weekend.” He rubs my sides, massaging the skin, and it feels glorious.

  “Hopefully my parents’ flight isn’t delayed.”

  “Maybe if it is, then it’s a sign that your dad and I really aren’t ready to see each other,” he jokes, and I pinch his pec.

  “You aren’t funny. I hate that you two still can’t get along.”

  “Baby, we get a long. It’s a love/hate type of thing. I personally think he secretly likes to play hard to get. He likes my attention.”

  “You’re so full of yourself. I swear.” Rolling my eyes, I prop my chin on my arm and peer up at him.

  “I guess I’m too full of myself that I didn’t have room, so I had to fill you up with me too.” He refers to our unborn baby, and I smirk, warming up at the thought.

  “Do you think it’s a girl?”

  “Nope. I ain’t ready for her. I need more therapy before I can have another you,” he says earnestly, keeping his eyes on the ceiling above. His words don’t hurt me; they actually bring me comfort. Kingston is so patient, more patient than farmers waiting for molasses to fall. Kingston and I have been working tirelessly at salvaging our relationship, and with the new baby coming, the therapy, and his patience for me, we are slowly getting there.

  “True. Last thing we need is to put bars on all our windows and doors. The neighborhood already thinks you’re a whack.”

  “Well, do they see what a sexy little thing I have running around this place, driving me fucking crazy?” He finally gives me his green eyes and classic Kingston grin, and I see my vision of home, a safe haven I’ve waited for since I became a shell of myself.

  “Please. Keep mowing the lawn shirtless and all these older housewives are gonna lose their pearls and drop their pantyhose.” He pinches my ass as I giggle. “You can’t out-sass the queen.”

  “Yeah, all hail her sexy ass.”

  We fall silent a second time, listening to the rain. Of course my mind wanders to what I said to Kings earlier, about Joel. I felt comfortable when Kingston started to show a little more dominant behavior, but when he started to control my actions, I couldn’t go along with it anymore.

  “You really think he’s gone?”

  He swallows, his chest concaving under me, clearly affected by my question. “I don’t think he will bother you again, Lana. But gone from your memory—no, I don’t think he is.” He doesn’t sugarcoat my feelings, saying what we both know is true. He is gone from sight, but never from memory.

  “You never forget things like that, but I’m hopeful I won’t let it dictate my whole life.”

  “How often do you let him decide your choices now, compared to when we first got together?”

  “It’s way better,” I answer without hesitation. “I mean, look at us. We are way closer than what we were before. Little things have changed. It’s just that looming fear that he’s going to come when I’m not prepared or ready.”

  “I’ll always save you. I’ll always protect you.”

  “Until the one moment you aren’t here to do so,” I retort, and he stays silent, stumped because I’m right. Kingston can’t always be with me; he can’t defend me every minute of every hour. Only I can, and I’ve been face-to-face with Joel’s evil before and I could never defend myself. What if that happens again?

  “A little ass smacking doesn’t bother you anymore, so I’d say that’s progress,” Kingston interrupts the silence with a crack at humor.

  “Because I couldn’t resist that little pouty face. Like a puppy dog.”

  “I knew I was cute.” He moves us onto another topic, saving the heavy for Dr. Moore. Tonight, we celebrate all the small victories, saving the battles we will fight for tomorrow.

  “Mama! Dad! Hi!” I all but tackle my parents when they come through the sliding doors of the airport. Kingston leaves his leaning position against the truck to follow after me.

  “Baby girl, wow, you look beautiful.” Mama eyes me up and down with a content smile, proud to see me healthier than what I was a few months back.

  “Thanks, Mama. Daddy, hi!”

  My dad drops his bag from his hand and picks me up in a warm bear hug. The strong arms of my father bring me solitude. I feel safe again, more safe now that he and Kingston are both here. I wish terribly that my parents lived closer to us.

  “Where’s my little boy?” Dad asks, placing my feet back down on the groun
d. Kingston joins my side and leans to grab Mama’s bag and give her a peck on the cheek.

  “He fell asleep on the way here. He’s in the truck.” We pulled up curbside and left it running. “Jeffery.” Kingston is curt, exerting himself first with his outstretched hand. My dad takes a second, and Mama may have rolled her eyes, but my stomach flips. Every time they are together, it’s a pool of tension.

  “Kingston. I see you’re still big as ever. Better lay off the steroids.” My jaw hits the floor and I pinch my dad’s arm. “Ow.”

  “Take it back! That was rude, Dad.”

  “Yes, Jeffery, try to remember we are the adults here,” Mama adds.

  “Better lay off the jealousy. You’ll fill out one day, Daddy James. Here, let me get that bag for you. We don’t want your arms going numb.”

  I gawk at Kingston then, my eyes shifting swiftly from my father to him.

  “Ugh, you two knock it off,” I huff.

  Kingston smirks and leans to kiss my temple. “He started it.”

  “Oh no, don’t even start that shit with me again, Kingston Troy.”

  “Easy, sweetie. Just busting the big boy’s chops. Let’s get home. I want to catch up and see my little man.” Patting my back, my father walks away after Kingston and I stay still for a second, shaking my head with my arms still firmly crossed over my chest. Mama drapes her arm over my shoulder and gives it a light, understanding squeeze.

  “Men. We can’t live with them, and we can’t lift heavy stuff without them,” she teases, breaking up the cloud of annoyance hovering over me.

  “True. Why did I have to pick the smuggest of them all?”

  “Cause Trey was already taken. What are you gonna do?”

  “Oh hush! Ugh, let the trip begin.”

  “Let me see my big guy.” My dad beams, smiling wide as I bring a heavy, seven-month-old Prince toward him. The chunker is going to outweigh me in three years at this rate.

  “Look, it’s Papaw,” I coo at him, bouncing him on my hip. He smiles and gurgles, a little bit of slobber running down his chin. His green eyes sparkle as he places his hands on my father’s face. I wipe away the slobber with his bib and he squeals, my dad’s raspberry kisses on his stomach exciting him.

  We all laugh, Mama beside Dad as she plays with Prince’s feet. Kingston stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his bulky arms crossed over his chest. Peering back, I give him a dimpled smile with an accompanied wink. He returns it, and I can’t describe the solace I feel at this point in time. I have everything I want and more, and life seems to be settling in, going in the direction Kingston and I hoped for all these years.

  “He’s a big boy. He doesn’t even look this big on our video chats. What are you feeding him, sweetie?” my mother asks as I saunter to Kingston, falling into his arms without effort. My back hits his front and his arms band around my chest, holding me tight against him. I hold onto his arm and kiss the taut, warm skin once before answering.

  “He just loves to eat. He is forever hungry. Look at his daddy.” I tilt my head up, gesturing to Kings. Mama laughs, but Dad’s eyes stay focused on me, eyeing me up and down suspiciously, and I instantly become a bundle of nerves and self-awareness. It’s as if he can see right through me.

  Kingston tightens his grip on me, and I’m sure if I looked back I would see the same realization on his face. My dad hands my mom Prince without a word and stands, his back straight and his arms to his sides, falling into military formation. I gulp as he takes a few steps closer.

  “What’s going on? What aren’t you two telling me?” He eyes me first, and then his eyes shift to Kings.

  Shit.

  “What do you mean, Daddy?” I feign innocence.

  “No, don’t ‘Daddy’ me, baby girl. I asked you a question, and I want a real answer,” he scolds. I hate when he interrogates me, but he isn’t stupid, and ever since he’s known about all the times I lied about Joel, he has been able to detect my deception fast.

  I wiggle myself from Kingston’s hold, and he begrudgingly lets me. We come to stand in front of my father, my body slightly adjusted to be mostly behind Kingston’s large frame. Kingston and I both know what’s coming, and Kings shows no signs of backing down. With a swallow, Kingston reassures me with a squeeze of my hand as I clear my throat.

  “Daddy, maybe you should sit down.”

  “Oh no.” Before I even tell him anything, his shoulders slump and his posture changes. With his head hanging low and his hands now on his hips, he whispers under his breath, “What now?”

  Stealing a glance at Kingston, his eyes stay glued to my father, and there’s that smug grin he wears proudly, stamped on his face. Oh, God.

  “Daddy, Mama.” I look over at my mother still perched up on the edge of the couch as Prince plays with her necklace. She smirks and winks, already knowing what’s coming by way of motherly instinct. “Kingston and I are pregnant.” I bite my lip and my face pinches in fear.

  Slowly, my father’s head lifts, and his blank eyes don’t even look me over. Instead, they find Kingston’s. Releasing a breath and clenching his fist, he speaks. “You smug bastard. You just don’t give a fuck, do you?”

  My lips seal shut, folding in on each other as I look up to Kings. With a shake of his head and a cheeky smile, he replies, “Never did and never will.”

  The only sound anyone hears is my hand hitting my forehead in defeat. When will he learn?

  “I honestly want to ring your neck, son.” My dad blows out an exasperated breath.

  “Wait, did Daddy James just call me son? Well, look at that!” Kingston breaks formation and slaps his hand down on my father’s shoulder.

  “Don’t push it.” Focusing his attention on me, Dad reaches for my hand and pulls me into a hug. “You happy? You want another baby?” he whispers into my hair at the top of my head.

  “I would tell you first if I didn’t, Daddy.” I kiss his chest and snuggle in. Feeling my mother coming, my father wraps her, Prince, and me up in his warm embrace.

  “Congratulations, baby,” Mama whispers. “Hopefully, after this one, big man can calm down and give you a break—keep his hands to himself,” she teases.

  Daddy growls, and Kingston scoffs.

  “Nope, she said I can have as many as I want, and I sure as hell ain’t stopping at two.”

  “Kings!” I turn and reach out to slap his chest. “Enough from you, caveman.”

  We aren’t even a day in and these two are driving me nuts. Pray for my sanity, Lord.

  “Hey, Jeffery?” Stepping out onto the deck, I seek out Lana’s dad on purpose. He leans against the railing, overlooking our waterfall pool where Becky, Lana, and our son are floating around, the setting sun in the background casting an orange and purple sky over us. It was a little warmer than usual today, so Lana took advantage of it and slipped on in.

  “Great. Yes?” He busts my balls. Trust me, I don’t want to have to ask him what I intend to, because his answer will not change what I plan to do, but I’ll do it for my woman.

  “I need to talk to you. All bullshit and bickering aside, I have something important to ask you.” I grow serious, manning up, checking in my cocky demeanor at the door.

  “What? You already knocked up my daughter—again,” he says matter-of-factly, a hitch in his brow. “What else you have to ask?”

  “Isn’t it obvious? I want to marry Lana.”

  “Oh. Well.” Dropping his head to the side, he watches over Lana, contemplating and leaving my question in the balance. I felt it too, the shift in the air, the pain in his chest, the sudden realization that she is truly mine now.

  “Jeffery, she’s mine. She always has been. I make her that way.” I point down at her as she throws her head back to laugh at our son splashing his hands.

  “What about you? What does she make you then?” he inquires, finally looking at me again.

  “Whole. I’m a whole man because of her. You have no idea, sir. You think you love her better
than anyone, but you have no idea what loving her truly is. I love Lana. Nothing could ever compete with that.”

  He shakes his head, not letting me off that easy. Jeffery wants me to fight for her, to defend myself, because no matter what, no one will ever be good enough for Lana, and I couldn’t agree more. I sure as hell don’t deserve her, but I don’t dare let her go.

  “She’s settling with me. I will never be enough, but what’s better than enough? My willingness to try. I’m willing to give her everything in me, if that means she’ll have me.”

  “I didn’t ever stand a chance of separating you two. Kingston, you should see the way she looks at you. I’ve watched her give you that same damn look for the past fourteen years.”

  I smile, praising myself inwardly.

  “Regardless of what you think, Jeffery, I can take care of her, protect her.”

  He huffs. “You saved her life that night. I guess my blessing is the least I can do to thank you for keeping my angel alive.”

  I’m nearly paralyzed as he sticks out his hand for me to shake. Holy shit. He said I can have her. I didn’t have to go against him for once in my life.

  “Thank you. God, thank you.” I’m elated, my heart running rampant in my chest. I get to have my queen without a fight.

  I take my beer off the railing and join him, taking a swig as we look down on my little family. Lana looks like a goddess in her bikini, the black against her tan skin, her hair pinned in a wild mess atop her head. Floating around with my son in her arms and another baby on the way—it’s a perfect conclusion to this day.