This Is Forever

by S. A. Price

  They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and Winter felt everything he had ever felt for her flood back. Gods, how the fuck did he ever let her go?

  She broke the connection first, and nipped his bottom lip then laughed. “Ummm, baby I need you again.”

  He leaned down to kiss her, and throw caution to the wind when there was a knock at the door. In tandem they both looked at the side clock and then groaned. Their play time was over, and work and duty called.

  He rolled off her and threw his arm over his eyes, exposing his Time mark to the ceiling as it lived on the underside of his right bicep.

  “This sucks.”

  He laughed. “Mouthful. And to think, you could have had a mouthful of me.”

  She wacked him and rolled to her side. “Be good. And what’s that?” she asked as she traced his mark with her finger.

  “Tattoo.” He said offhandedly and sat up, lowering his arm. The knock at the door was more insistent now. He got up, tucked his still burgeoning hard-on and padded to the door to open it. He signed for the cart, tipped the guy with a twenty he found floating in his messenger bag and closed the door behind a rather happy waiter.

  When he went back to her, still sitting in bed, she had a very confused look on her face. He smiled. “You look like you ate a bunch of bad clams.”

  She frowned and twitched her nose. “Gross. Mollusks.” She stretched, her pearled nipples pressing against the light fabric of her cami as she did and he reached down and adjusted himself in his pants. Sweet sin she was so fucking sexy.

  “So? Breakfast is here, you need a shower and I should go.”

  She cocked her head and pouted and he laughed.

  “Hey don’t you start, you told me you had a full day. I was perfectly content to be in bed with you all day and do dirty things to you.”

  “It’s probably better we can’t. I wouldn’t be able to go on tonight. You have a habit of knocking me out.”

  He laughed. “That’s because I know just how to. So?” he said as he went into the bathroom. He used some mouth wash, grabbed his jeans from the night before and slipped them on, and came back out to see Lola looking at her breakfast. He grabbed his shirt, slipped it over his head, found his socks and sneakers and was fully dressed seconds later. He moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist then bent to kissed her throat. “Miss me?”

  “I will. Text later?”

  “Obviously.” He kissed her again and bit down softly on the flesh between her neck and shoulder. She moaned. “Have a good day, and I’ll see you at the grounds tonight yeah?”

  She nodded. “We leave tonight for Camden. You guys too?”

  “Umm hmm. What hotel are you guys at?”

  “No clue. I’ll ask Jerry when I get to the grounds.”

  “We stay at the Four Seasons on Ben Frank in Philly. I’m sure you guys will be there too.”

  “Either way we will meet up. I enjoyed last night a lot. I think I missed sleeping with you.”

  “Just last night?” he asked and nibbled her throat.

  “This morning was fucking awesome too. There your ego stroked?”

  “Oh I got something you can stroke Nat, but that’s for later. Get your face on for the day, and I’ll see Lola at the grounds, but you… you I get back in Philly.”

  He left then, sure if he didn’t, he wouldn’t. He looked back, a parting shot of the woman he loved, all sleep tousled and messy wiggling her fingers at him. He grinned and closed the door and then moved off towards the elevator.

  The night had worked out better than he had hoped, and the morning, well, the morning was fucking epic, except for the erection he was still sporting. But that was something he could take care of, and planned to.

  He left the hotel and hopped a cab back to his room a few blocks uptown, making it quicker than he expected. He was through the lobby and up to his room in minutes and ensconced in his room with the shower running not fifteen minutes after he had left her. he was about the hop in the rain locker when Nyx walked in.

  “Jesus don’t you knock!” he asked as he dove for a towel. Of course he had been walking around his room with a hard on. It was his usual MO.

  Nyx waved him away. “You, much like Rhys are old news in the nekkid department. So? How was your night? It couldn’t have been that good, you look like you can hammer a nail through a board with that thing right about now.”

  Winter looked down and rolled his eyes. “Shall I hang the towel off it? Would that make you happy?”

  “Unless it was a sodden towel, no. Though something tells me you could. You guys back together yet? And Jesus what happened to your hair?”

  Winter shook his head and ignored her question. “What are you doing in here?”

  She frowned. “I figured I would pack your room up, thinking you were shacked up at NIGHT.”

  “Ah. Well she had shit to do today.”

  Nyx laughed. “So she kicked you out? And seriously what’s up with your hair?”

  “No,” he rolled his eyes. “Really Nyxie? Well as you can see I’m here and can pack my own shit up. So be gone, go mother someone else.”

  “Whatever. I’m going to meet Rhys and Saff for brunch. You want in?”

  He shrugged. “Why not. I’m free till then right?”

  His phone toned, letting him know he had a text message. Curious, he went to answer it and almost choked.

  Clearly Lola was back and being as fucking naughty as ever. He started at the picture, Lola standing in front of the mirror shirtless and braless, a coy smile on her face with her hand sliding down into her panties. The message under the picture had his cock begging him to go back to her and finish what they started this morning.

  Your fingers feel so much better than mine do. But you know what I like better? Your tongue. You got work to do tonight. XO

  He looked up to see Nyx with a quizzical look on her face. He smirked. “Last night was awesome. Gimmee fifteen minutes,” he looked down at the picture again and groaned. “Better make it twenty.” He turned from her towards the bathroom, letting the towel fall and texted her back a picture of his rampant cock.

  He says he’s much better than my tongue. You owe him some attention. Have a good interview.

  He heard Nyx laugh as he stepped into the shower, a grin plastered on his face. Yes, renewing this between him and Lola was going to be fun, and much more enjoyable then he had ever thought possible.

  ELEVEN

  It was an hour till Strange Angels was going to hit the stage and Lola had finally made it to Randal’s Island, and through the throng of people screaming her name to flop on the loveseat in the band’s double wide. The day was busy as hell, though it was made pleasant through all the text messages that Winter had sent her. Still, she only had about thirty five minutes to re apply her makeup, change into a stage appropriate outfit and find Winter to get the kiss she was jonesin for.

  Yeah she knew she had it bad, but really, did she ever give it up? And the barrier had stayed strong through the entire session that morning, and she didn’t feel anything having to do with Shesha so she was happy all the way around.

  She palmed her phone and opened the message thread that she and Winter had been using and typed to him.

  I’m finally here.

  Seconds later she got an answer. She grinned. Oh no, he wasn’t waiting by the phone for her was he?

  Come find me. I’m being accosted by feathers.

  Lola shook her head. The Shades groupies were pretty fucking aggressive, but then again it was how Rhys and Winter and the guys had liked it for a long time. With Rhys off the market they all had sights on Winter, well the ones that hasn’t had the pleasure before now. The ones that did? She was not going to be a welcome addition to his public face, that was for sure.

  Made your own bed there I’m afraid. I’m touching up my makeup and changing. Be out in a few.

  Another message winged through to her.

  Take a picture of the panties
you are going to wear tonight for me.

  Lola laughed and shook her head.

  What panties?

  She dropped the phone and grabbed her bag, dug through it to find her clothes for the night and then stepped into the large bathroom to freshen up. Her whole beauty regime to be Lola was extensive, but she had it down to a solid fifteen minutes to start from base and a three minute touch up. Hell, she had been doing it almost a decade already, practice made perfect.

  She had just reapplied her eyeliner and mascara when she heard the trailer door open. She poked her head into the hallway to see Winter standing a few feet from her with a grin on his face. She gave him a quizzical look.

  “You know damn well you telling me you weren’t wearing panties tonight was going to get me here.”

  She winked and made a kissy face at him. “You want to help me attach these garters?”

  Winter was standing the doorway of the bathroom in three strides of his long, powerful legs. He had both hands on the frame of the door as he looked her partially dressed form over, hunger evident in his gaze.

  She gazed down at the mini skirt, the tops of the raw edge thigh highs, already attached to the garters, and her cute platform Mary Jane’s. From the waist up she was still naked, which Winter was clearly appreciating. She watched him through his reflection in the mirror. He entered the bathroom and came up behind her, his hands reaching around her torso to cup her breasts.

  “Lo, baby, you are such a fucking tease.”

  She scoffed. “As if I knew you would be able to get away from your adoring fans.”

  “Like they were on fire. No bra tonight?”

  She shook her head, her eyes meeting his in the reflection, daring him to say something about it.

  “Good.” He took his thumb and forefinger and pinched and rolled her nipples, hard, exactly like she liked.

  She gasped and leaned back into him. “Ummm. Harder.” She opened her eyes as he plucked at her, holding the pressure till she squirmed.

  “So fucking hot. I have an idea.” He said and grabbed her t-shirt, which was one of her favorites, a Concert T from The Cure that had been modified to a little fitted scrap of fabric that just covered her ribcage. She put it on and he turned her around, lifted her and set her naked ass on the cold lip of the sink. He looked at her and then lifted the shirt over her breasts and smirked.

  He leaned down, brushed his lips against the hardened peak. She whimpered, the feeling of flesh on flesh zinging sensation to her core. And then he applied pressure. She gasped and held onto the precarious perch he had her on, determined to not fall.

  He sucked and she purred. He nipped and bit down with just enough pressure, soothed the sting with a lave of his tongue and she was all but boneless.

  And then he turned his attention to the other one.

  She was panting by the time he was finished, keyed up, ultra sensitive, and this close to begging him to fuck her right there. Which was clearly his intent because he pulled back, surveyed his handy work and lowered the shirt slowly, making sure she had the most sensation she could have from the material dragging over the slightly damp flesh.

  She shook, looked up at him with pleading eyes and he gave her a very smug look.

  “That’s fucking perfect.” He traced the prominent numb that protruded from her breast with the pad of his finger. “And I know just how to keep them like that too.”

  As she had calmed enough to move on her own she hopped down and turned back to the mirror, admiring his handiwork. Her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass, and what’s more, they felt like they could. She moved, and the shirt abraded the sensitive flesh and she almost fell, the feeling sending shivers to her core. What the fuck did he do to her?

  She gave him a sexy little smile in the mirror and then picked up her new favorite lipstick, a sexy purple shade by Lime Crime and painted her lips with it. Winter leaned in just as she was blotting and whispered in her ear.

  “You think you’re going to be able to perform tonight?” he asked as he slipped his hand between her thighs and glided through her wet folds. “You’re practically soaking my hand here. Funny what a little nipple biting will do to you? I will have to remember that.” He slipped two fingers into her and pumped slowly.

  Lola was already on edge, this was just a tease and she supposed that was his plan. He felt so good, like that morning, his calloused fingers nimble inside her. Gods did he know how to touch her.

  “You really should wear knickers tonight love… “

  “Why? You don’t want anyone to check me out from the crowd?”

  Winter growled and leaned down and nipped her earlobe. “I could give a shit less. I just want something I can rip off with my teeth.” He pulled his hand out of her and pressed the wet tips to her clit, just enough pressure so that her longing was amped up. “Your sweetness shouldn’t be wasted.”

  She watched as he slipped the fingers into his mouth, his eyes on hers the entire time. Why the fuck was that so goddamn hot to her?

  “Lo? Girl I know you are in here. Is that piece of Cajun hotness with you?”

  Winter winced as they heard Toro’s voice from the doorway.

  “What is it?” she asked as she shuffled past Winter towards the doorway.

  “We got ten till we are on. Shake that tail girl!” the door slammed behind him and they were left alone once again. Winter smirked at her.

  “So panties?”

  She gave him a wink. “Why not, you got work to do tonight.”

  He grinned and grabbed her pulling her close. “Good. And while you’re up there, just keep thinking about the fact that when I finally have a chance to get you alone, I’m going to tease the shit outta you. And you will beg me to get on my knees for you. Now, get those panties on. I want a souvenir from tonight.”

  TWELVE

  Lola wasn’t sure how the hell she made it through their set. Winter’s words kept playing in her head, and every move she made drug the material of her shirt across her overly sensitive nipples. She was in ecstasy physically, glad that he had her wear underwear, but her mind was in chaos. This was moving fast, though not as fast as their original courtship. Then again, they were wiser now, and could do it right, not be two fumbling kids on a relationship road. Still, it was exciting as before, and she felt like she did all those years before.

  And now, she was standing on the side of the stage as Winter and his band rocked the shit outta the crowd, still thrumming with the arousal he had stoked a little over two hours before. It hadn’t diminished one iota. He would look over on occasion wink at her or lick his bottom lip, and the action would make thins clench low in her core.

  “I know that dance well...”

  She heard from her left and turned to see Saffron grin at her. “Dance?”

  The tour manager nodded. “The he’s-started-something-he-needs-to-finish-soon-or-I’m-going-to-go-out-there-and-attack-him dance.”

  Lola looked our towards Winter, who was walking towards the crowd, playing his solo as Rhys set up the breakdown of one of their new songs and sighed. “You pinned it right Saff.” She said and grinned at the other girl.

  Saffron leaned in closer. “So it’s nice to see you smiling though. Things good?”

  She nodded.

  “And Winter? He behaving?”

  She turned fully to Saffron and looked down at her still stiff nipples and then back up at the other woman. “If you call that behaving.”

  Saff grinned. “Oh honey I call that major trouble. Still, happy looks good on you. And the barrier?”

  She cocked her head. “Holding. No issues. Sleeping through the night, No ethereal taps, no blackouts.”

  “Awesome. That’s damn lucky. So you got a second chance, really.”

  “Yeah, to say the least.”

  “Well everyone is happy about it too, well maybe not the feathers but... I mean he’s not storming around anymore, and I’m sure the cut to his sugar intake ensured he wasn’t going to go into diabetic
coma any time soon.”

  “Huh?”

  Saff smirked. “The past couple months he was completely obsessed with raspberry tootsie pops. Never saw him without one in his mouth for long.”

  That was interesting. When Rhys was miserable, he drank, and historically, when Winter was miserable, he found a willing girl, which there was no shortage of. But to hear that he was, for the most part abstaining on that front, and just giving himself a sugar shock, well it kinda made her feel good.

  She smiled at the other woman. “One thing, what’s with his new tattoo?”

  Saffron looked at her. “I don’t follow.”

  “Under his arm, its green, looks like a Victorian ornamental design.”

  Saff nodded. “You tell him about your barrier yet?”

  Lola frowned. “I’m not going to. Not till we can figure a way to get rid of that asshole squatting inside me.”

  “And I’m not going to tell you what the tattoo is. It’s not my story to tell.”

  Lola frowned harder and Saff put her hands up in surrender. “Dude you both got secrets, leave it at that until you’re ready to tell him.”

  “Are you implying that it has to do with something detrimental to his life, like Shesha is to mine?”

  Saffron nodded. “And that’s all Imma say about it. Don’t get crazy about it, when he’s ready to tell you, he will.”

  Lola started to protest and Saffron cut her off. “Dude, we all abided your wishes and didn’t tell him anything about the binding, know that we are doing the same for him.”

  The music died and the crowd went wild and in a blink the lights were down. As the quieted, she heard the deep tones of Winter’s bass and the opening riff to one of their original songs that she loved. Saffron yelled from her spot next to her as Rhys’ voice filled the void between band and audience.