Together Forever

by Vicki Green

  I lay my hand on her stomach as we sit on the couch in silence. “I want her to look just like you, my love,” I whisper in her ear. She looks at me, her eyes full of love. Fuck! What the hell did I do to deserve her? She could have anyone, but chose me. We’ve been best friends for so long that I never dreamed we’d end up here. Together Forever.

  “So, you want a girl?” She laughs. “I would think that you will be very busy beating the shit out of all the guys who come within 10 yards of her, when she’s older,” she smirks.

  I laugh. “You have a point there. Well, if it’s a boy, I will be teaching him my trade and how to fight to stand up for himself. He will learn how to treat a woman right and to adore them. Just like I adore you.” I tighten my arm around her and in turn she snuggles into me deeper.

  She sighs. “If it’s a boy, I hope he looks just like his daddy. Of course when he is older he will be either beating off all the girls or going after them.” We both laugh.

  We toasted in the New Year with a beer for me and a glass of sparkling grape for her. We made passionate love at the stroke of midnight wishing each other a happy new year. That was my favorite part. Fuck yeah!

  Chapter Thirteen

  We’re heading over to the Café to meet our friends for a New Year’s Day get together, where we plan to make our announcements. I fear that mom or dad may have already called Jesse to rant to him about my news, but I haven’t heard from him. Stella closed the Café today so we will have the place to ourselves. I’m a freaking nervous wreck.

  Peter made a ton of food, which I can’t really stomach a lot of it. But there are a few things on the table I can manage. Everyone seems to be having a wonderful time, chatting and drinking. Shane limps over to the table to get more food and Jesse makes his move. He sits next to me and nudges my shoulder.

  “Soooooo, you have something to tell me?” He winks. Shit! Here we go. Oh well, fuck it! We are going to tell everyone in a while anyway.

  I turn to him, a huge smile on my face. “Well, yes, actually. We are going to be telling everyone so you will have to act surprised. I take it you heard from mom or dad or both?” He just smirks. Brothers! “I’ll take that as a yes.” I clear my throat, shifting in my seat. “Well, I’m pregnant and Shane has asked me to marry him and I said yes.” Whew, there!

  He kisses my cheek. Huh? He laughs. Laughs? Ok, not sure what’s so funny here.

  “Sis, I’m so happy for you guys. Seriously! I couldn’t be happier.” I hug him. My brother, so sweet. “Yeah, they both called me, almost at the same time. Shit, I had to keep putting one on hold to talk the other, it was crazy.” He laughs again. “I told them they needed to chill the fuck out and let you be happy. I don’t think it worked but sis, you know I will always be there for you. Always.” We hug again. He’s always protected me from my parents. I love him so much and couldn’t ever have had a better brother.

  I’m wiping away tears as Shane sits next to me, a scowl on his face. “What the fuck, mate? What did you say to make my girl cry?” He growls.

  I pat his shoulder. “Darling, Jesse’s just happy for us. They called him.” I kiss his cheek trying to calm him. “They’re happy tears.” He kisses me back and wipes some tears away.

  Looking at Jesse he shrugs his shoulders. “Sorry. I guess I’m a little protective of my woman. So, you know?” Jesse nods and smiles. “Well, then—” He looks at me questionably. “Should we tell everyone else?” I nod my head eagerly. “Ok, then. Let’s do this!” He takes my hand and pulls me over by the food counter. Taking a sugar container he beats it on the surface of the counter to get everyone’s attention. They all turn to look at us, undoubtedly wondering what the hell we were doing. I just smile, slightly embarrassed.

  “Hey! If we can just have a moment.” He looks at me, smiles and winks. I smile back and squeeze his hand. “Well, first we want to thank everyone for all the calls checking in on us. We’ve been through a hell of a lot lately and we appreciate it. Now, as you all know, I’m pretty smitten with my girl here.” Laughter breaks out and Buck calls out ‘No Shit!’ which makes us both laugh. “Yeah, no shit. Ha!” He turns his head to me and becomes serious. “This woman, this wonderful woman has agreed to marry me.” Whoops and hollers are deafening in the room. I kiss my sexy man and that makes everyone’s screams louder. He smiles and faces them again, holds our hands up high and yells, “And we’re also gonna have a baby!”

  People are getting up and running over now, wishing us well, chatting away about a wedding, baby showers. Oh. My. God. I can’t even keep up with all the conversations all going at once. I wince as someone smack’s my shoulder. I turn around to see Pax standing there, arms crossed, which push her major cleavage up more, and she has a mean look on her face. Oh, my! Guess I should have told her first, she’s so pissed.

  I find myself in her arms in a quick motion. “I’m so fucking happy for you! I can’t believe it!” She whispers. We pull back and she’s grinning like the cat who ate the canary. She crosses one arm around herself, while looking at her nails on the other hand. “Yeah, well, actually, Shane called me earlier today. Said something like I’m the bitch from hell and he didn’t want me to scratch your eyes out when I heard tonight.” She smirks at me, then laughs. “So, what am I gonna wear? I’m the maid of honor, right?” I laugh my ass off. Couldn’t help it.

  I take her back into my arms and whisper, “I wouldn’t have anyone else, bestie.” She squeezes me tight. She is a bitch, at times, but I love her so much! She always has my back and would do anything for me.

  “And, you’re naming the baby after me, if it’s a girl, right?” I cock an eyebrow at her and roll my eyes. Oh, no! There goes the eye rolling again! Lord, help me!

  I feel hands around my waist, my body leans back into a muscular chest. “Let’s not get carried away there.” Shane deep, sexy, voice speaks over my shoulder. I look up and smile at him.

  “You told her. I love you.” His mouth comes to mine. When I open my eyes I see Pax rolling her eyes at me. “Ha, someday your eyes are gonna stick that way, then you will look like a crazy bitch!” She bursts out laughing and swats at me.

  We tell everyone we are in no hurry to set the wedding date. We have plenty of time. We head home, exhausted. Shane is hurting and I just need sleep. We both take our pills and climb into bed.

  I awake the next morning feeling Shane’s hand kneading my breast. Oh, my sexy man! My heart rate increases, my temperature rising. I turn in his arms and latch my mouth to his. “Mmmmm,” I moan. His hand leaves my breast and travels south, over my ribs and in between my legs. My leg goes over his hip in an effort to open more for his hand. His fingers find my already wet pussy and push into me. My hips buck at them, unconsciously, making them go deeper. I can feel my wetness begin pouring out all over his fingers.

  “Fuck, I love that you’re so wet for me, love. My fingers are coated with your juices.” He pushes me down and settles between my legs. His mouth kisses my folds, and his tongue delves in. My hips move up and down with his tongue as he fucks me with it. Shit! I’m gonna lose it fast if he keeps this up. I moan loudly as my head goes back into the pillow.

  Before I have a chance to reach my climax completely, his cock replaces his tongue. I open my eyes a crack to see his sexy face. His eyes are closed as he pushes into me. Damn, he’s so hot! I watch his muscles flex in his arms as he pushes against the bed while he thrusts in and out of me. His tattoo’s on his arm moving with his rhythm.

  We both climax together, both of us moaning in unison. He collapses on me, his weight feeling heavenly. We lay there for a while, still connected. He runs his fingers up and down my arm, the cast not stopping him one bit. His body laying half on me, half on the bed, while his head is resting in his other hand. We just lay there staring at each other, each with a satisfied smile on our faces. Life just doesn’t get any better than this.

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  My girl falls back to sleep. I hated to pull out of her because, fuck, I wo
uld have liked just to stay in her all day. But, she needs her rest. I get up and grab my jeans, quietly, and limp out of the room. Damn, I wish my body would heal faster! Sick of this shit. It’s hard to take care of my girl with a fucking cast on my arm and my leg all screwed up.

  I make some coffee and sit in the kitchen getting my caffeine fix. I check my phone and see I have 10 texts and three voice mails. What the fuck? I scroll down the texts, they are all from Stiles.

  News, call me!

  Hey, where are you, found Paul, call me!

  Dude, where the fuck are you?

  I stopped reading there and didn’t even check my voicemails. I just hit the call button for Stiles. He picks up in one ring.

  “Fuck, where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all fucking night!” He yells so loud into my ear that I have to hold the phone away. Fuck! Why didn’t I hear my phone last night? Oh, yeah. I had turned it off so my girl and I wouldn’t be disturbed.

  “Shit, man! Sorry! Was trying to get away from everything for a bit. Update me!” I take a drink of coffee and wait for the news. He proceeds to tell me that a patrol car in the next town over saw him leaving a bar. They brought him to the station here. He needs Allie to come there and identify him.

  “I’m on it! We’ll be there in a while. Thanks, man. I owe you.” He tells me he’s just doing his job, but I know since this whole mess started that we’ve become friends.

  I hated waking my love up, but we need to get down to the station. We quickly take a shower together, you know to save time. Shit, good thing we could stop ourselves from doing more than washing each other but it was fucking hard (pun intended). We decide to take my bike. I fucking love her hugging my waist, her thighs clamped against my legs. Shit! My cock’s getting hard again.

  She’s a fucking bundle of nerves as we go into the room with the two-way mirror. I don’t blame her though. I keep her close to me, and I swear she’s gonna leave a bruise on my side from her tight grip. I can take it though, for her.

  The asshole is in the interrogation room, yelling at Stiles. There are two officers in the room, both have their hands on their guns in the holsters even though the fucker is handcuffed to the chair.

  “You can’t keep me here, you fuckers! I have rights!” He yells. “I’ll sue you all for incarcerating a wrongfully accused man, you fucking idiots! And, where in the fuck is my lawyer? I ain’t saying shit to you!” He looks right into the mirror and glares at it. It appears like he’s looking right at my girl. “Don’t worry, bitch. I have others on the outside that will do my bidding.” He tries to stand. “You’re still mine. Don’t you fucking forget it!” He is screaming while the officers run over and push him back into the chair.

  Allie is trembling now and buries her face into my chest. I smooth her hair and look over at the officer in the room with us. “Get us the fuck out of here, now!” He nods and opens the door. We follow him back to Stiles office, and I set Allie in a chair but she won’t let go of my shirt. I sit down and place her in my lap, my arms wrapping around her protectively. “I got you, love. I’m here. No one’s gonna hurt you. No one,” I tell her, trying to be as comforting as I can. They better get that fucker in prison, or I won’t be accountable for what I’ll do to him.

  Stiles comes in and apologizes to Allie. He takes her statement and tells us he will let us know if and when there is a court date. I take my love home and draw her a hot bath, with her favorite lilac salts. After I remove her clothes, then mine, I get in first and help her in, laying her back against my chest. I run the scented water up and down her arm and she looks up at me with sad eyes and smiles slightly. I kiss her nose, her eyes closing and I watch a lone tear fall. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. I swear on my life, I’ll do anything to protect you and our baby. I love you so much,” I whisper against her forehead.

  She falls asleep in the bathtub so I pick up my girl, wrap a towel around her, take her to bed and tuck her in. She never wakes up. I kiss her head and go downstairs to get a beer. Fuck, I need one!

  I’m sitting here finishing my second beer when Allie’s phone rings. She must have left it on the counter when we got home. I look at the screen, ‘unknown’. What the fuck? So, I answer it. “What?” I say harshly.

  “Allie Richards.” Is all the male voice states. Oh, fuck no!

  “She’s not here, what do you need? I’m her fiancé.” Take that shithead. Silence for what seems like a long time. I look at the phone and it shows the call is still connected.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. This is Dr. Powers at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. Do you know what time she will return? It’s very urgent I get ahold of her,” he asks. Shit! What the fuck is this about?

  “What is this in regard to, please,” I say, trying to be nice. Maybe he’ll tell me what the hell this is about if I’m nice. He fucking better.

  “I’d rather talk with her but since you’re her fiancé—” He pauses, like he’s thinking. “Her father has had a heart attack. He arrived by ambulance and is in surgery now. I think she needs to get here as soon as possible.”

  Shit! “I’ll find her and get her on a plane. Did you call her brother?” I ask.

  “No, her father only had her listed, in case of an emergency. If you’d provide me with his number, I would be happy to call.” I give him Jesse’s number, hang up and call the airlines. I’ve got her on a 10:00 pm flight, in just a few hours. Time to get this beer out of my system, so I make coffee and a mocha latte to put in a paper cup for my girl. She’ll need it.

  I get upstairs and sit on the bed next to my sleeping girl. I kiss her mouth, and gently shake her shoulder. Her eyes open and light up when she sees me. I watch her stretch and take in her lovely body, since the towel has fallen from her. Shit, my cock’s hard again. Down, boy! Now’s unfortunately not the time.

  “Love, your dad’s had a heart attack and is in surgery.” She sits up abruptly and gasps. “I’ve booked us a flight. We need to leave in two hours. So, I need you to pack a small bag and get ready, ok?” She nods and practically jumps out of bed. I’ve never seen anyone run around and pack so quickly. She even started packing my shit, God love her!

  We head for the airport in my truck. I didn’t want to leave her SUV there. If anyone steals my truck, no big loss. We still have awhile before check in, got here too early, so we sit in the car. “I’m just gonna go out and have a quick durry, love. You ok?” I say, holding her hand. She smiles sadly and nods. “Be right back. I’ll be right outside.”

  I dial Jesse while lighting up. “Hey, mate,” he answers. I smile, he’s such a great friend and I guess my soon to be brother-in-law.

  “Hey, mate. Sorry about your dad. We are at the airport, plane’s taking off in about an hour and a half. You gonna be heading out too?” I ask him, then take a huge drag off my durry.

  “What the fuck you talking about, Shane? I just talked to dad about 5 minutes ago. He was just leaving to go out to dinner, well probably gone by now.” Fuck! I smell a fucking rat!

  “Nothing, I’ll— I’ll talk to you later.” I end the call and turn around, pain exploding my head until darkness takes me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Uhhhhh.” I moan. I open my eyes to darkness. What the fuck happened? Where am I? I feel drugged, my head woozy. I look up to the sound of a door opening, light shines in from up some stairs. Squinting I watch feet coming down them but still can’t make out who it is. An overhead light is turned on, blinding me more. Someone slaps me across my face. My head whips to the right. “Owwww!” I scream.

  “Shut up, whore and open your fucking eyes.” A male voice yells.

  Turning slowly, I open my eyes to see a very muscular man standing in front of me. “Who—, who are you? What do you want with me?” He slaps me again. Shit, that hurts. The left side of my face is on fire, pulsing in pain. My left eye blinks rapidly as it fills with water.

  “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Whore! Do not speak unless I give you perm
ission.” He takes my face, gripping it tightly, making me look at him again. “You’re gonna be here until my buddy is released from jail, so get comfortable. Oh, yeah. Not very comfortable all tied up, standing there. Too fucking bad.” He hits me one last time and leaves. Once he closes the door, darkness envelopes me again.

  Paul. He must work for Paul. Oh. My. God! Where’s Shane? Did he kill him? The tears come and burn as they hit my left cheek. I pull on the ropes that bind my hands to a pipe above me, but they are too tight. Shit! I need to think of a way out of here. I need to find Shane. But I can’t see shit! Think! Think, Allie! I feel around me with my feet and hit the leg of a table. I think it’s a table. I swing my legs over and try to wrap my ankles around the leg. Ugh! They keep sliding off. Keep trying! You can do this! I keep trying, over and over and over again. Each time they almost catch, then slide off. Damnit! I hang there for a minute, my breathing heavy, my body sweating. I need to catch my breath.

  I try again, a few more times, until my ankles take hold. Thank God! I start pulling with my legs. The table starts to slide over to me, slowly. I stop quickly when I hear footsteps on the floor above me. Shit! It’s too loud. He’s gonna catch me. I stay that way for a bit, trying not to make a sound, when the footsteps stop. My breathing is erratic now, doesn’t seem like there’s much air in here. I slowly start moving the table to me again, very slowly so it doesn’t make as much noise. It’s finally close to me, so I let go and swing my feet up on top of it. Oh, a little bit of relief, not stretched so much. I stay there and pant. I need to keep going, I have to get out of here. I know I’ll be killed in the end. I’m squatting and turn around, trying to see my tied hands. I start twisting my wrists, pulling. Shit, the ropes are pretty tight. I can feel the burn of the ropes on my wrists. Ugh! I stop again, laying my forehead against my arm, panting, trying to get air into my lungs.