by E. L. Todd
Until Forever
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Copyright © 2014 by E. L. Todd
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ISBN-13: 978-1497369122
ISBN-10: 1497369126
Until Forever
Book fourteen of the Forever and Always Series
E. L. Todd
1
Ryan
The shop was busy every single day. It amazed me how many new people poured in from the street. I didn’t even think they were tourists most of the time. But I did have a pretty good spot on the strip.
Cortland came in around lunchtime. “Lunch?”
The nice thing about being the boss is I can leave whenever the hell I want. Since I didn’t trust anyone else to handle the money, I pretty much took care of the cash register the entire time. But I hardly did any artwork. The last time I created a tattoo was when I marked Janice’s finger. “I think I can spare the time.”
“You have to eat sometime, right?” Cortland said.
“I do get bitchy if I don’t. Just ask Janice.”
He rested his elbows on the counter. “How’s that going anyway? Is it still World War III over there?”
“She’s being—”
“Damn, this place is hoppin’.” Flynn walked inside, wearing a t-shirt that showed the scorpion tattoo on his arm. He glanced at all the people waiting in the lobby and the artists at work. “You must be rolling in the dough, man.”
“Hey, man. What are you doing here?” We fist pounded each other.
“I thought I’d stop by.” He eyed the place again. “I’m impressed.”
“Well, I am a badass,” I said nonchalantly. “We’re getting lunch. You coming?”
“I’m down,” Flynn said. “I like food.”
Cortland looked at him. “Hey.” His greeting wasn’t as warm as mine.
“Hey, man. You getting a tat?” Flynn asked.
“No,” Cortland said immediately. “Tattoos are stupid.”
“Excuse me?” I snapped.
“On me,” he added. “They don’t look good on me.”
“Have you tried one on or something?” Flynn asked.
“I just can’t pull it off, “Cortland said dismissively.
I shared a quick look with Flynn then we dropped the subject. “Let’s head out. I want pizza.”
“Sounds good,” Flynn said.
We left the shop and went to this little hole in the wall pizzeria. We ordered a family size then got our sodas. I sat next to Flynn and Cortland moved to the seat opposite of us.
Cortland kept his perfect posture and leaned back. “So, how are you and Janice doing?”
“Oh,” I said. “We’re—whatever.”
“Whatever?” he asked. “That doesn’t sound good. I honestly expected you to have a cast on your head because she slammed a plate into your skull.”
“We’re lovers, not fighters.” I winked at him. “If you catch my drift…”
“I think everyone caught your drift,” Flynn said with a laugh.
Cortland’s eyes darted to him, and a darkness descended. He looked away quickly. It happened so fast, I wasn’t sure it happened.
“She always punishes me by fucking my brains out but not letting me come. Well, two can play that game.”
Cortland cringed. “Dude, we’re about to eat.”
“That’s the oddest type of punishment I’ve ever heard,” Flynn said. “But it’s pretty damn cool.”
“It is cool,” I said. “It’s payback time. She’s pulled that shit on me so many times.”
“What are you punishing her for?” Flynn asked.
“We’re getting married, but she planned a fifty-thousand dollar wedding.”
Flynn’s mouth dropped. “Like, the annual salary of a regular person?”
“I’m telling you, my bitch is crazy.” I downed half my soda in a single gulp. “She’s lucky she’s so damn hot.”
“Wow.” Flynn nodded his head slowly. “You know how many tats you could get with that?”
“I know, right?” I said.
Cortland eyed us from across the table. “So, did you resolve the issue?”
“No, I’m still punishing her into submission,” I said.
“That sounds…dark,” Cortland said.
“I know she likes it.” I winked at him.
“So, if she caves, you’re changing the cost of the wedding?” Flynn asked.
“No, we aren’t having that wedding. Period,” I said firmly. “I’m not budging on that. She can plan a cheaper wedding with me or we’re going down to city hall. Honestly, I don’t care either way.”
“How are you guys still together…?” Cortland’s eyes were wide in amazement. “You fight more than any other couple I’ve ever known—including Sean and Scarlet.”
“Deep down inside, we like it,” I said with a sinister smile. “Because a lot of awesome sex comes out of it. And my baby loves getting her daily dose of Ryan.”
“Suddenly lost my appetite,” Cortland said with a cringe.
“The sex still good with Monnique?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He didn’t elaborate further.
“That’s all you’re giving me?” He usually told me, in detail, about the nasty shit they did. I wondered if Flynn’s presence was making him uncomfortable.
“There’s only so many positions you can try,” he said dismissively.
“How about you?” I asked Flynn. “You fuck Hazel yet?”
“Excuse me?” Cortland said. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Like what?” I said. “She’s a woman with a vagina. I can promise you, she likes having sex.” I turned back to Flynn. “So?”
He smirked then shrugged. “I haven’t fucked her, but I’ve been inside her.”
Cortland looked like he might rip Flynn’s face off.
“Oooh…” I gave him a high-five. “Was she good?”
Flynn nodded. “The best. And she can’t get enough. She’s always wanting more.”
“Sounds like you know what you’re doing,” I commented.
“I’ve been around,” Flynn said vaguely.
When I looked at Cortland, his face was starting to tint. Wow, he really hated this guy.
The pizza was placed on the table along with the plates. Like famished dogs, we dug in.
“So, it’s getting serious?” I asked Flynn.
“It better be,” Cortland snapped. “No one uses my girl and gets away with it.”
His girl?
Flynn ate his food but didn’t seem threatened by Cortland’s hostility. He acted like it didn’t exist. “I told her I loved her. She said it back.”
I gave him another high-five. “Sounds like you’re sticking around for the long haul.”
“She can’t get rid of me. Now I just have to get her to move in. She lives in this ghetto apartment. I have plenty of space to share.”
“Don’t you think that’s too soon?” Cortland asked.
“I wasn’t going to ask today,” Flynn said. “Just eventually.”
Cortland was the biggest cock block I’ve ever seen. I gave him a look across the table that clearly said, “what the hell are you doing?”
Cortland ignored my look.
We finished our food, and only a single slice remained.
“We’re
playing basketball later,” I said. “You wanna come?”
“Duh,” Flynn said. “But I have to warn you. I’m pretty damn good.”
“Cortland and I are undefeated.”
“Until now,” Flynn said with a smile.
“Ooooh…we got some competition,” I said to Cortland.
“No, we don’t,” he said darkly. He gave Flynn a glare then looked away.
What the hell was his problem?
“I got to run,” Flynn said. “I’m meeting my dad.”
“Cool,” I said. “I’ll text you a time for the game.”
“Ight.” He threw his cash on the table. “See ya.” He walked out then disappeared.
I looked at Cortland incredulously. “Dude, what the hell is your problem?”
“I don’t like him,” he snapped.
“Why?”
“Because.”
“That’s the part where you give your reasons,” I said like a smartass.
“I just don’t, okay?”
“Look, everyone likes the guy but you. Even the girls like him.”
“I don’t care what everyone thinks,” Cortland said with heated eyes. “I don’t trust him.”
“Did he do something…?”
“He’s just…not good.”
“Well, it seems like he makes Hazel happy and treats her right.”
“By fucking her?” Cortland snapped. “You shouldn’t talk about that to a group of guys.”
Was he joking? “What the hell do we talk about every day? Fucking our ladies.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“He’s not one of us.”
“One of us?” I asked.
“He’s an outsider.”
“Are we in the Lion King now?” I teased.
“He can’t just date Hazel for a few months and think he can hang out with us.”
“You sound like a bully in high school.”
Cortland looked away, dismissing the conversation.
“If he’s dating Hazel, and Hazel is one of us, like you pointed out to him when you threatened him, then technically he is one of us.”
“No, it doesn’t work like that.”
I felt like I wasn’t talking to Cortland. There was a different guy sitting across from me, an impostor. I gave him a serious look. “Cortland, what’s going on?”
“Nothing. I know she’s been through a lot and I don’t want to see her get hurt again. You don’t know her the way I do.”
It still didn’t add up. Flynn seemed like an awesome catch, even to me, a dude. “Everything alright with Monnique?”
“Yeah, we’re fine,” he said quickly.
“I haven’t seen her around much…”
“She’s working all the time,” he said sadly. A glimmer moved in his eyes then disappeared. He continued to look at the rest of the people in the pizza shop, more interested in people watching than our conversation.
“If it’s bothering you, you should tell her.”
“I’ve never seen her happier. I’m not going to take that away from her.”
“But if it’s hurting your relationship—”
“We’re fine,” he said defensively.
I didn’t know what happened to Cortland, but he wasn’t the guy sitting across from me now. He was different, unrecognizable. “Can I say something?”
“If I said no, you still wouldn’t shut your mouth.”
“You’re my closest friend. And…I love you.” We never got mushy-mushy like this. I felt a little gay just saying it. “I know when something is bothering you. You think Scarlet knows you better than anyone, but it’s me, dude. And I know you aren’t okay. You can tell me.”
Cortland kept his mouth shut.
“After the horrible childhood I had, I learned very quickly that life is too short to be unhappy. My dad was taken away from me at the blink of an eye. We didn’t see it coming, and we didn’t have a chance to prepare for it. It was one of the things I couldn’t protect Scarlet from. My point being, if you aren’t happy, start being happy.”
He still didn’t speak.
“I’m here if you want to talk.”
Cortland threw his cash on the table. “I got to go.”
I watched him walk out without looking back at me, wondering what was happening to my friend.
When I came home from work, Janice glanced at me from the kitchen table then pretended I didn’t exist. She was still pissed and I was still pissed.
I walked to the table then picked up the wedding binder. “Ready to start over?”
She glared at me. “You don’t care about the most important day of our lives. Your only interest is saving money. That’s not romantic or sweet at all.”
I continued to hold the binder. “You’re wrong about that. Of course I care. But I’m not throwing away a small fortune for a single day. Now, let’s go through this and figure it out.”
“Why don’t you just do it?” she snapped. “I’m busy.”
I gave her a hard look before I dropped the binder. “Looks like I need to teach you a lesson.”
“Like you could,” she threatened.
I smirked. “I accept your challenge, baby.” I walked into the bedroom then shut the door. I knew what Janice was into so I did a few push ups and sit ups before I hopped into the shower. After I washed my hair and body, I patted myself off then dropped the towel. Water drops clung to my skin and still dripped. I knew she wouldn’t resist me.
I walked into the kitchen then saw her eyes dart to my body. When a slight tint entered her face, she looked down at her computer screen, trying to be indifferent to me.
It wasn’t working.
I came closer to her, my stomach near her face.
She still ignored me.
I placed my hand on her computer then snapped it shut, removing her distraction. “Look at me.”
She left her chair then moved around the table. I dashed to her then pinned her against the refrigerator, pressing my wet body into her. My hair was messy and still damp.
“Where are you going?” I whispered.
She turned her face away.
My lips sought her neck and my hand moved up her dress. Her breathing hitched when I touched her. I knew she would be lost in just a moment. My cock grew hard and I pressed that into her. I breathed into her ear, exciting all of her senses.
My hand reached her underwear, and my fingers explored her down below. “Someone’s excited for me.” My fingers were drenched in her moisture.
Janice placed her hands on my arms and shoved me, but I didn’t budge. I was easily twice her size and more than twice her weight. She was a fly compared to me.
I rubbed her clitoris hard, making her eyes droop. I continued to kiss her neck. “Done being a bitch yet?”
Her legs widened slightly.
I knew I had her. I pulled her panties off then pressed her against the refrigerator. Her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms hooked around my neck My cock found her easily and I slipped inside.
Janice dug her nails into my skin and moaned. “I hate you.”
I slammed into her hard and fast. “I hate you too.”
She pressed her face to mine while I rocked into her. The curtains were open, so anyone could see us fucking in the kitchen if they were lucky enough to look. I didn’t care. It was free porn for them.
When she started to tighten around me, I stopped.
“Ahh! I hate you,” she hissed.
I was on the verge of exploding but I had to do it right before she came.
“Come on,” she pleaded. “Please.”
“I’m not falling for that again. I know you’re an ice cold bitch.” I moved into her again, trying to get off before she did.
When she reached her brink again, I stopped. I just need a few more thrusts to reach my orgasm.
“Ryan! You’re being an asshole.”
I moved into her again. “Yep.” My cock twitched and I reached my explosion
. I bit my lip and moaned while I filled her. I tried to be as loud as possible just to make her jealous. As soon as I depleted myself, I pulled out and placed her on the ground. “That will teach you a thing or two.”
She glared at me, her face still tinted. “Asshole.”
“Like I care.” I walked back into my room then pulled my clothes on. I felt like a champion for finally beating Janice at her own game. I deserved a pat on the back for giving her a taste of her own medicine.
When I heard an audible moan coming from the living room, I raised an eyebrow. It definitely sounded like Janice. I heard it again. Curious, I walked out and saw her on the couch, doing something very nasty to herself. My eyes widened.
She was lying on the couch, her hand between her legs. Moaning and grunting, she was taking care of herself, clearly not needing me at all.
I came closer to her and watched. It was actually really hot.
She looked at me for a moment while she touched herself.
My cock sprung to life again at the sight. I watched her fingers move in and out, knowing how wet she was. The sound she was making was driving me crazy. Unable to hold back, I stripped my clothes off then moved on top of her.
Janice didn’t fight me. She opened her legs and circled her arms around my neck. A soon as I was inside her, I thrust hard. She was so wet and warm, and I kept thinking about the way she pleased herself right in front of me, no embarrassment or shame at all.
She tightened around me as soon as we began, but she was so sexy underneath me that I didn’t pull out. I gave her what she wanted because I was weak. Her cheeks darkened as the orgasm rocked through her, making her spiral down with loud moans and grunts. The sight made me want to explode.
Then she shoved me off of her. “God, you’re so stupid.”
What?
She pulled on her clothes. “I’m glad I got mine.”
I sat on the couch, my cock still in the air. “You bitch.”
She smirked then walked away. “I always win, Ryan.”
I sighed in frustration then walked into the bedroom, ready to finish the job with my hand.
2
Cortland
The longer Monnique worked for the magazine, the less I saw her. Not only did she work during the day, but she had to make appearances in the evening for her boss, being eye candy. Even though I didn’t like it, I held my tongue.