Always and Forever

by Harper Bentley

  When I pull back, I smile wickedly at him. “Good morning,” I breathe out as I take hold of his hard length and slide myself down on him which makes both of us groan. I want to prove to him that I believe him by not having him put on a condom.

  “Christ,” he mutters, his hands going to my hips to help me move on him.

  But I’ve got this as I steadily rise then fall on his shaft, one hand on his shoulder, the other going between us to where my fingers rub circles against my swollen clit.

  His eyes move down to watch it all and I love how excited he is when he starts thrusting up powerfully on my downward movements and grinds out, “Fucking love your tight pussy, baby.”

  “Oh, God,” I cry out when he says this, and, damn, he’s going so deep, filling me so fully and it’s amazing.

  I arch my back when he leans forward and bites lightly at my nipple, tugging at it with his teeth through my tank top, and I know I’m probably scarring him as I dig my nails into his shoulder, but I’m so lost in him, so far gone as I start slamming myself down on him, my fingers moving faster as I feel my climax building, the tingling inside letting me know my body’s almost ready to burst.

  “Love watching you fuck me,” he says huskily, his heavy-lidded eyes, dark and intense as they move over my body. And that’s all it takes as I come apart right there, screaming his name as my orgasm blasts through me.

  He stands, his arms wrapped around me securely which is good because my body’s so limp I don’t think I could hold on to him if I had to. He goes to the bed and lays me on it flipping me over to my stomach. I feel the mattress sink behind me and when he pulls my hips up and slams inside me, I gasp at the same time he lets out a groan of, “Goddamn… love being in you… feels so amazing…” Hearing him say this revs my body up once again and I cry out as I climax once more. Holy God.

  And then it’s like he just loses control as his hips start pistoning powerfully into mine, pounding so hard against me that my body jerks forward with each thrust until his hand comes to the back of my neck to hold me still. And I love that I’ve taken him here, love that he’s gotten so carried away with lust.

  He pulls out and turns me over sliding his hands under my ass then enters me again still moving forcefully, his hips surging so vigorously that I have to grab his wrists to keep myself in place, and, dear God, he’s so deep, feels so good, and I’m panting like mad as I take everything he’s giving me.

  When his thrusts become faster, even more unrelenting, he looks down at me and rasps, “I’m close.”

  I bite my lip and put my hands on either side of his face and whisper, “Come for me, baby.”

  He swears at this and I see his neck muscles strain, his shoulders become corded and striated and when he slams inside me one last time, his head goes back and he grunts out his release. God, so damned hot.

  He literally falls down on top of me letting every bit of his body weight rest on me and buries his face in my neck with a guttural sound.

  “Fuck me,” he says gruffly against my skin.

  After a few seconds, he turns us, keeping us connected, and now I’m on top of him, my body boneless, my face pressed against his neck.

  “Holy damn,” I mumble, my breath on his neck making his head and shoulder twitch because I know it tickles him.

  His hands on my bottom squeeze and I feel his body shaking under mine as he laughs.

  “What?” I ask, still not moving. “That was amazing.”

  “No disagreement from me, babe.” He kisses the top of my head. “You’re fucking amazing.” He gives me a squeeze then says, “I’ll be back.” He shifts me off of him and gets up going to the bathroom and brings back a wet washrag with which to clean himself away from me. He goes and puts it in the hamper that sits in a nook just outside the bathroom and when he comes back, he lies back down and pulls me on top of him again his arms going around me, his hands going back to rest on my bottom.

  God, I love lying here with him, missed our after-sex cuddling so much. Too much. “I’m really mad,” I mutter. When I feel his body get tight I lift my head, placing a hand on his chest then rest my chin on it and look at him. “You withheld this from me for a year.”

  He’s quiet for a bit as then his eyes go up and he stares at the ceiling. I’m still watching him when I hear him say, “I’m so sorry about everything, baby. I honestly didn’t know how to handle things. I should’ve trusted you.” He tucks his chin to look down at me. “You know I’d never willingly do anything to hurt you, don’t you? You believe me?”

  I take in his beautiful face, a face I’ve watched mature for twelve years, going from boyishly handsome to just flat-out stunningly handsome now. And although this whole thing, this entire past year, has been about the shittiest thing I’ve ever been through, I believe him. I believe him about everything. I bite my lips and nod slowly.

  I feel his relief permeate his entire being. He closes his eyes tightly as he pulls in a shuddering breath then he moves his arms up and wraps them so tightly around me he practically crushes me. I slide my hands up wrapping my fingers in his hair and kiss the side of his neck. He takes in a labored breath before he whispers, “Thank you.”

  My heart breaks because I realize he’s had a tough time with our breakup too. He’d just always acted so immune to everything, so apathetic as if it didn’t bother him in the least, but now I know it did.

  We lie there for a few minutes and his arms around me relax then he starts running his fingers through my hair. I’m so glad we got things cleared up but I still have a couple questions for him.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Mm hm.”

  “Was your bid on me a pity bid?” I ask.

  His hand stops moving in my hair and his body goes rigid. “What?”

  I start drawing patterns on his shoulder with my finger. “That’s what Peyton said it was.”

  “Peyton’s a cunt.”

  Yes, she is, but that’s really not an answer. We lie there for a moment longer then I repeat my question.

  His head comes up as does mine and he looks at me. “It was not a pity bid. To be honest, when I saw your name to be auctioned in the paper the Friday before the Hullabaloo, I decided I’d win you. I knew you’d be pissed, but it was a chance I had to take.” His head goes back on the pillow.

  I roll off him onto the bed, turning on my side to face him, resting on my forearm and give him a frown. “Um, what were you going to do with me?”

  He turns to the side to face me, mirroring my pose and smooths the hair off my forehead. “Doing it,” he says with a grin and rests his hand on my hip.

  I make a startled face then laugh. “Oh, really. You always were too cocky for your own good.”

  He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

  “Okay. I’ve got another question.”

  He raises an eyebrow.

  “So the night outside Jen’s when you said you were getting the payoff for your bid…”

  “I was being an asshole. When Kade came up I got mad. He’s been on me since day one to tell you everything. So when I saw him it just pissed me off that I didn’t follow his advice which screwed shit up, so I acted like a dick.” He leans into me and brushes his lips against mine then pulls back. “I’m sorry.”

  I nod because that makes sense. “Last question.”

  He smirks sexily running the hand on my hip down grazing the backs of his knuckles over my belly softly which makes me suck in a breath. “You sure?”

  “That night, after you said it, did you come to my house and get in bed with me?”

  His hand stops moving and he stares at me as I blink back waiting for a response.

  “Truth?” he asks, his eyes moving to his hand as it starts moving again.

  “Yeah,” I state.

  He nods.

  My brow comes down because I’m kind of shocked. “You still have a key to my house?�
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  He nods again. “And to your store.”

  I sit up now, shoving his hand away from my stomach. “What?”

  He comes up too, putting a hand in the bed and leaning on it. “Baby…”

  “Don’t you ‘baby’ me, Brody! You had keys this whole time? But you gave them back!”

  “I did but I made copies.”

  “Oh, my God! That’s insane! Why would you do that?”

  He shrugs and I look at him as if he’s completely nuts. Then I ask, “How many times did you come in my house?”

  He purses his lips and I see the dimple appear in his cheek that usually only comes out when he smiles really big. “A few.”

  “That’s nuts! What did you do when you came in?”

  He lets out a breath. “Most of the time I just checked on you.”

  “While I was sleeping?” This is just plain crazy.

  At least I see a flash of guilt on his face when he nods. But I also think I see confusion like he doesn’t understand why what he did was wrong and that does not go over well with me and I get a bit snippy.

  “What if Alex and I had become an item and he stayed over? Huh? God! What would you have done th—” I don’t get to finish my sentence because he grabs me by the arms, pulls me up and firmly plops me on my back down on the bed. Then he’s on top of me, his face an inch from mine.

  “I don’t wanna hear that asshole’s name again, you understand? You’re mine. You hear me? You’ve always been mine. You’re my always and forever… and don’t you fucking forget it, Piper!” he growls out then gives me a crushing kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth.

  My hands are against his chest trying to push him off me. I’ve forgotten about this alpha male side of him, all possessive and jealous, controlling. When he pulls away, I clench my teeth and order, “Get off me, Brody.” He shakes his head as he looks down at me. Oh, my God. I’m breathing hard and I’m very much angry. “Get off me now!” I demand again, my voice louder when I say the last word.

  He shakes his head again and moves a hand down between my legs and I can’t help but suck in a breath, damn it. “Gonna fuck you again.”

  I weakly try to move his hand away from me, but he holds me off as his fingers now start doing magic things to me. Oh, my.

  “Brody,” I gasp when I feel my body light up for him.

  “You’re mine,” he mutters before he fucks me again.

  And I love every single moment of it.

  Chapter 13

  “You’re such a cheater,” I grumble as Brody shoots the eight-ball into the pocket that he’s called.

  He barks out a laugh. “Babe.”

  We’re downstairs in the bar after having had lunch. We’ve always been competitive with each other and playing pool was just one of the many things we used to do together.

  I narrow my eyes at him. “I used to hold my own with you. What gives?”

  His eyes go soft from across the table as he looks at me. “Not a lot to do except play pool when you don’t have your girl anymore.”

  This makes me feel all melty inside and I give him a shy smile.

  We gaze at each other across the table for a moment then it’s game on. “Okay, best five out of seven.”

  He gives me his sexy half grin. “You’re on. What’re the stakes?” He chalks his cue stick as he raises an eyebrow.

  “You lose you have to…” I squint at him trying to think of something he’d hate. Ah, got it. “Watch a romantic movie with me.”

  I see his mouth tip up at the side. “Done.”

  I start chalking my cue stick and look at him waiting to hear what I have to do if I lose but he’s only grinning as he racks the pool balls.

  “What?” I frown.

  He messes with the triangle rack thingy sliding it in short bursts back and forth on the table and when he stops and removes the rack, he smiles at me. “If you lose…”

  I walk to the front of the table where he’s placed the cue ball. “My break.”

  I stand and look at him waiting to hear what I have to do if I don’t win. He still doesn’t answer so whatever. I bend down, putting the stick between my fingers letting it glide through them as I line it up to hit the cue ball, and just as I push my stick to hit it, he says low, “You sit on my face.”

  Of course, I miss the ball altogether and fall onto the damned table with a squeak and hear him chuckling.

  “That was so not fair!” I hiss, pushing myself up off the table then giving him a dirty look.

  “All’s fair in love and war, baby,” he says with a wink and I just shake my head at him.

  “You’re rotten,” I mumble as I bend to break again. I turn my head to look at him. “Be quiet.” Then I hit the cue ball which sends the multicolored balls spinning across the table. When I stand, I add. “And you’re supposed to bet something I don’t want to do. Stripes,” I tell him and line my stick up to hit a striped ball in and miss.

  “What fun is there in that?” he responds as he bends toward the table to take his shot, his eyes moving over it as he decides which ball he wants to hit. And it’s silly, I know, but he looks so sexy doing that, all focused and into it, his eyes narrowing on different places on the table and without meaning to, I let out an audible moan. Jeez.

  He stands upright and glances over at me then leans his stick against the table and walks my way, his hazel eyes glittery-green with desire. Gah. When he reaches me, he takes my stick and rests it against the wall behind me then picks me up, placing me on the edge of the table and steps between my legs.

  He puts his hands on the table at either side of me and looks me in the face. “You look at me like that again and this game is over.”

  I move forward and skim my lips over his jaw. “That a threat or a promise?” I mumble.

  I hear him growl deep in his throat as he leans in to me, making me lie back on the table. He bites my hipbone through my jeans then his hand pushes my sweater up at my belly and he kisses me there making me moan and lace my fingers into his hair to hold him there.

  We hear someone clearing their throat and he stands straight just before I pop up then hop off the table. John, our waiter from yesterday, is standing there looking uncomfortable as all get out, his face as red as one of the firetrucks Brody rides in. “S-sorry. I, uh, just wanted to see if you guys needed another pitcher of beer.”

  Brody snorts and knocks into me playfully. “Whaddya think, Pipe. We need another pitcher of beer?”

  I look at John. “That would be a no, but thank you,” I tell him and he nods then turns and practically runs out of there.

  Brody walks over and picks up his cue stick leaning down at the table taking another look. “You’re so bad.”

  I frown as I grab my own stick from the wall. “Me?”

  He takes the shot knocking a solid into the side pocket then moves around the table to take his next shot. “You gave the poor kid a boner.”

  I gasp. “I did not!”

  He nods as he pushes the stick to hit the cue ball. “You did.” He knocks another solid ball in and repositions for his next shot. “He’s probably in the bathroom jacking off to visions of you sprawled out on this table.”

  “At least I turned someone on,” I mutter. And that’s it. Game over.

  I squeal as Brody stalks toward me and I back up to the wall. When he reaches me, he bends sticking his shoulder in my stomach and picks me up.

  “I win,” he says as he carries me out of there.

  “We didn’t finish!” I say through my laughter kicking my legs.

  “Game called on account of rain,” he says as he walks through the lobby toward the stairs.

  “It’s not raining,” I say through my giggles.

  “Oh, someone’s getting ready to be wet,” he answers and I groan.

  “That was bad. Worst pick-up line ever,” I point out.

 
He reaches the stairs and starts climbing. “Picked you up, didn’t I?” he says smugly.

  And, yep, I guess he had.

  ~~~

  “Don’t stop…” I beg breathily, my hands locked in Brody’s hair holding his mouth against me between my legs as his tongue flicks over my clit. “Oh, God, please…”

  I’m so close. So close! And then he’s gone and I cry out his name.

  “Wanna be in you when you come,” he states and pulls me up by my waist to him where he’s sitting on his knees on the bed. He then holds his cock and slides me down on it slowly which makes me gasp.

  He won the bet and now I’m “paying” up in the most fabulous way.

  I wrap my legs and arms around him as he holds my bottom and starts thrusting up inside me. He kisses me softly but still deep and wet then pulls back, his eyes burning green on mine. “Fucking missed you,” he grinds out, his voice gruff. “Didn’t know if I’d ever get you back.” He surges up hard, grinding himself into me making me moan. He continues moving in me, his hips pumping up into mine. “Got you now… never letting you go.” His mouth now comes down hard on mine as he wraps an arm around me, the other going down where his fingers hit the right spot and I shatter to pieces, crying out as I pulse around his cock. “That’s my girl…” he says on a groan and powers up inside harder, faster, deeper.

  He falls forward on a hand, his arm around me laying me gently on the bed. I keep my legs wrapped around his waist as he drives inside more slowly gazing down at me, the look on his face one of reverence.

  God, I love this man.

  I wrap my arm behind his neck and pull him down for a kiss, then whisper how I feel about him against his lips.

  As he moves inside me, he clasps his hand with my other hand and pulls it to his lips kissing the top of it before stretching it out above my head, his fingers still sealed with mine.