Forever Together (Forever Love #2)

by Jade Whitfield

  She leans against his Porsche 911, a clipboard in her hands as she smiles up at him, sticking her flat chest out. If I was her, I'd at least stick a couple of socks down there, then she may not look like a ten-year-old.

  I’m not gonna like anyone who has the nerve to cheat on my Mom, we may have our differences but she’s still my fucking Mom at the end of the day. I at least would have thought Bob would find someone better though, maybe even younger. Instead, th e at guys downgraded, even he’s too damn good for that hoe.

  I stand on the doorstep and stare. The conversation looks innocent enough but I've had my eye on this douche for the past six months. Slutface is clearly giving him the come on and since he hasn’t fired her ass because you’d have to be blind not to see through her, he’s gotta be dipping his stick somewhere he shouldn’t. I got my eye on him regardless, one false move and BAM! He'll have a wired jaw before he knows it.

  Having seen enough to know that if I watch them any longer Bob will miss his party because he’s in the damn hospital, I walk towards my truck, parked behind the 911. Within an hour, the entire driveway will be lined with cars. Bob likes to be a fucking show off and make sure his fancy ass car is on show. I hope some fucker keys it.

  "Brady." Bob calls just as I’m about to pass him and old slutface.

  I take a deep breath and turn towards him, not even sparing the homewrecker a second glance. I raise an eyebrow waiting for him to say whatever it is he’s gotta say.

  "Have you done those spreadsheets I asked for?"

  I roll my eyes. No I haven’t fucking done those spreadsheets.

  "Not yet." I shrug.

  "I'll need them on my desk first thing in the morning."

  "If you need them that bad do them yourself." Fuck him. He thinks that I’m gonna spend half the night copying shit from one page to another? No chance.

  "Brady, I gave you a job that I pay you quite well for. You had a choice, college or work. You couldn’t handle college-"

  "Yes I fucking could." I snap. He’s right, I couldn’t handle college. All those snotty professors and weird ass people did my nut in but I’m not gonna let him know that.

  "Well, the fact that you dropped out says otherwise."

  "Listen, you'll get your spreadsheets when I’m damn good and ready. You don’t like it? Fire me."

  "I hope you know what your attitude is doing to your mother."

  "I hope you know what you screwing the hoe over there would probably do to her." I scowl. It’s the first time I've mentioned it to him but if the fucker wants to throw stones, then so be it.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Look, I haven’t got time for this. I gotta get shit done for your precious party."

  "Brady, I don’t know what you think..." The frown on his face seems pretty genuine but he’s probably just confused he's got caught.

  "I gotta go." I walk backwards, still looking at the old fucker in the eye. "I'm watching you though douche."

  Yeah I’m fucking watching him alright.

  I climb into my truck, throwing Brian into the seat next to me. Bob has turned around and is walking back towards the house by the time I look through the windscreen. Slutface has disappeared, probably scurried off like the rat she is.

  I roar up the engine and put all thoughts of Bob and the homewrecker out of my head. I’m gonna have my Cinders with me the whole day, that’s the only shit that matters.

  Damn, I hope I get another kiss at the end of the night. She was lucky the other day that I didn’t chuck her in the bed of my truck and have her right then and there. If anything, the last few months have made the feelings I have for her more intense. How the fuck is that even possible?

  The gravel crunches under the big tires as I drive down the driveway, indicating left once I get to the gate. I wonder if she realizes yet that her family are coming today too. Hard not to, I’m sure Deena's mentioned it to her. The question is, has Cindy put the pieces together as to why her family are coming?

  It’s the first year I've invited them. Hell, it’s the first year I've invited anyone other than Cindy. Usually we only stay an hour, eat some of the snotty ass food and make our escape. It only takes us an hour to get to the River Street fourth of July celebration in Savannah, the main place everyone in town goes to come the holiday. Laying a blanket down on the river front, listening to the live DJ and then watching the fireworks with my dark haired beauty in my arms sounds like heaven right about now.

  I fucked up though. I fucked things up with us and now I'll take her however I can get her. Failure is not an option concerning Cindy. She’s my girl and I got no intention of letting her go. I'll damn well make her see it and remind her how good we are together. Then this time next year, we'll be back on that blanket on the river front, watching the fireworks and she'll have my damn ring on her fucking finger. No way am I ever letting her go. They'll have to fucking pry my dead hands off her first.

  I got no idea why but I’m starting to get nervous. It’s not like I haven’t seen her. She’s actually agreed to today though, rather than me cornering her tight little ass and giving her no choice. Man, the pressure's on. I don’t like pressure. Pressure is the reason I had to retake my SAT paper. That and I got crazy drunk the night before and fell asleep in Tucker’s backyard. That’s just fucking details though.

  "Well, boy." I look over towards Brian. "Let’s go get your Mama."

  ***

  The breath whistles out of my lungs. Damn I know I clean up well, but shit, Cindy’s got me beat by miles as always. She’s so fucking beautiful I swear I could cry. I’m a pussy, I know.

  This is my punishment I realize. All those girls from when I was a sixteen-year-old douche that I made cry, that I bashed and dashed, this is how God is getting his own back. H h e’s gonna stick me in a yard filled with rich assholes and horny bankers with a girl I can’t touch who looks like a fucking angel. A sexy angel. A sexy angel that was put on the earth to torture me with those long creamy legs and that black mass of hair, those dark eyes that give her every emotion away and that ass. Shit, that ass is just on a whole other level and the white clingy material that sticks like glue to every one of her curves shows it off to perfection.

  That’s it then, I’m going to jail. I’m going to jail because any asshole that even dares to look at what’s mine I'm gonna throttle. I'm gonna poke their eyes out and throttle them. It’s inevitable that with the way she looks right now, they’re gonna look and I'm gonna go fucking crazy. Fuck, with looks like mine I'm gonna be made someone’s bitch within a week. That soaps gonna slip out my hands once and then BAM! It’s bye, bye Brady, hello Horiche’s bitch.

  Seriously though, isn’t there some fucking ancient law in the State of Georgia that makes it illegal for chicks, specifically my chick to be dressed like that? I mean they got a law that makes it illegal to keep a donkey in a bathtub, surely they coulda made one for guys like me that make it alright to cover their women with a burlap sack and carry them back to the cave if they look too good.

  My eyes trail up and down her body from the big bouncing black curls on her head all the way down to the pretty pink painted toes sticking out of the open toe of her gold fuck me shoes. If I wasn’t already completely head over heels, obsessively in love with her, those shoes would definitely do it. Hell yeah.

  It doesn’t help that I got her whole family standing around me. Nothing is gonna get your girl back like her parents pointing out the boner that’s currently tenting up in my slacks. This is all Cindy’s fault. If she didn’t look so good, then I wouldn’t be having this fucking problem. Yeah, I’m gonna blame the angel practically floating down the stairs.

  The way I see it, there are four ways today can end. Either Cindy will realize I’m the guy for her, beg to suck my dick and then we'll ride off into the sunset together, or some douche will look at Cinders wrong, I'll poke his eyes out with a fork and then Cindy will realize I’m the guy for her, beg to suck my dick and promise to wait the ten plus years while I’m
in jail being Horiche’s bitch. Or we might not even make it to this damn party because Luke and Aiden will notice my pants are doubling up as a tent, beat my ass, which I'll fight honorably, probably coming out on top and then Cindy will realize I’m the guy for her because I’m so tough, beg to suck my dick and I'll limp away with her in my arms. The last option isn’t my favorite. Jim will notice my hard on, get his shotgun and shoot me in the dick. Cindy will realize I’m the guy for her, beg to suck it but obviously I ain’t got no dick no more so she'll make me one out of a tootsie roll, we'll ride out into the sunset, AKA the hospital with my dick on ice but Cindy will be mine.

  Either way, by the end of tonight Cindy will be in my arms, with or without a dick. Preferably with one because let’s face it, I ain’t made for the life of Caitlin Jenner.

  Cindy gets to the bottom step and is face to face with me. My hands are shielding big boy Brady downstairs as it ain’t the place or the time for him to be making an appearance.

  "Hi." The soft smile on her face has downstairs going even harder if that’s possible and my heart doing a Metallica beat in my chest.

  "Hello there beautiful." I cock a half a smile.

  I decide to do the gentlemanly thing which I’m sure happened in some movie, and stick my arm out. She’s a lady and deserves to be treated like one. Damn, I don’t think I've ever treated Cindy like a lady. Sure I've opened her door and pulled her chair out but I gotta be honest, I've always thought of Cindy as in the bag. The way she looks at my arm as if it’s the strangest fucking thing she’s ever seen has me feeling all kinds of shit. No wonder she left my ass.

  When she does finally wrap her arm around mine, my whole body buzzes. Totally not helping the downstairs situation I got going on.

  "You look beautiful sweetie." Deena says, offering her daughter a kiss on the cheek.

  "Now that we've all come to see Cindy coming down the stairs like a bride, can we get this show on the road people. Damn you'd think this was a wedding not a barbecue." Luke says, tapping on his watch.

  He might be an ass but he’s kinda got a point. Cindy is a bit like a bride in her white dress, though it’s way too short for my liking. Damn she sure would make one hell of a wife. Whereas before, that thought had a cold sweat breaking out and me looking at ways to fake my own death, now I’m filled with the pussiest feeling ever. Excitement. Obviously I need to get laid. Six months without sex is causing my dick to shrivel up and turning me into a woman. Like I said, I ain’t made to be Caitlin Jenner.

  "Well, we better get going then." I turn to Cindy. "You ready Cinders?"

  "Uh huh." She nods, the hottest smile on her face.

  "Ok, ok." Deena claps and everyone apart from Cindy and me get in a line. Even Brian does but he's in some kinda headlock with Bailey so he hasn’t got a choice. "Rule number one, don’t leave Bailey alone. If you can’t see Bailey, look for her. Rule number two, don’t embarrass us. This is a nice house we're going to so there will be no breaking wind in front of anyone. You'll just have to hold it in. Rule number three, boys - if you need to pee you'll have to use the toilet. You cannot pee in the hedge at somebody else’s house. Are we all understood?"

  "Jesus Mom we're not Neanderthals." Aiden rolls his eyes.

  Cindy and me are just standing there and watching some kinda army drill going on like, what the fuck?

  "Cinders?" I whisper, looking at her Mom like she’s got ET inside or some shit.

  "I have no idea."

  "I SAID ARE WE ALL UNDERSTOOD?" I jump out of my fucking skin.

  "Yes Mom." Four people grumble, looking bored as hell.

  "Yes Deena." Jim the sorry sap answers.

  "Well, good." She claps her hands together. "We better get going then. Can’t keep Rachel and Bob waiting."

  Jim opens the front door and everyone fucking marches out.

  "Sorry about that kids." Deena turns just before getting outside. "Too many ruined parties for me not to come up with som s ort of plan." With those last words, she storms outta the door and starts spouting off instructions as to who’s going in what car.

  "Clever woman." I nod.

  "Crazy woman." Cindy groans. She’s probably right. I'd give my left arm to see her shouting off those orders in the middle of this elitist barbecue though. Bob will have a coronary. Fucking brilliant!

  "Come on, Cinders." I pat her arm that’s entwined with mine. "Let gets to this shindig before all the decent food’s gone."

  I’m lying. I just feel nervous as fuck on my own with her. Especially when she’s dressed like that. We both know there is no decent food at this shitfest. When I go to a barbecue I wanna be eating burgers and hotdogs, not volauvents and quiche. Quiche! Who the fuck eats quiche anyway?

  I got an iron grip on Cindy’s arm as I lead her outta the house. No way in hell am I letting her go. For once she isn’t fighting me or running away though and I'm taking any shit that I can get and I’m gonna be grateful for it.

  Pulling her along with me, I notice Brian’s little face pleading with me on Bailey’s lap in Deena’s car. He knows the deal, I got my own stubborn Martin woman to deal with. I ain’t got time to be helping him out of his messes. If he wasn’t so damn cute he wouldn’t have Bailey fawning all over him. Plus, that little girl is scary as hell. I ain’t taking her on.

  "Poor Brian." Cindy laughs, which is music to my ears.

  "Ah, he can handle her." I shrug.

  "You do realize he's a dog." I come to a stop at Cindy’s words. Looks like we gotta get one thing straight.

  "Cindy, Cindy, Cindy, Brian isn’t a dog." I cock an eye brow while hers go the opposite way into a frown. I sigh, looks like I gotta spell this out. "That little guy there is like ten months old, you ever seen a baby at that age? They can’t walk, they can’t talk, they use diapers and shit. Hell, they're still practically attached to the tit. Now look at Brian, he’s the same age."

  Cindy’s lips are pursed so tight I’m about to tell her how every other fucker thinks that it’s funny as hell. I’m just thinking how perfect she is when she blows the biggest raspberry. Spit flies all over my face and the loudest laughter I've ever fucking heard sounds out through the Martin’s front yard. Damn, she’s even slapping her knee now as she holds her stomach.

  "Oh my God you had me for a minute there." She wheezes. "How the hell did you keep a straight face Brady?"

  "It’s not that funny." I grumble.

  "Oh thank you, I was actually feeling really nervous but that’s totally broken the ice."

  "Yeah." I say unenthusiastically. "You know me, I’m all for breaking the ice."

  I totally wasn’t joking but no way am I gonna admit it. I have to be honest though, hearing Cindy’s laugh makes it all worth it. It sends shivers down my spine and I don’t care how pansy ass that sounds.

  Taking Cindy by the arm again, I lead her round to the passenger side of my truck and open the door. I look at the high seat and then her legs.

  "Don’t even think about it."

  "Huh?" I'm still staring at her legs.

  "I can get up on my own. I don’t need lifting."

  "Really?" I gotta see this. I wave to the door. "Be my guest."

  "I can so do it."

  "I'm sure you can."

  She nods her head a few times and I cross my arms. As much as I'd like to wrap my hands around her waist and lift her up, hopefully with her ass brushing against me, I gotta see her attempt this. Her top teeth are biting into her bottom lip and I suppress a groan.

  I start to doubt this idea since she might fall and hurt herself, especially in those heels. Damn, those shoes should never see outside of the bedroom. Before I can stop her though, she takes three steps back before shooting off.

  I’d like to say I know what’s happening but I’m too busy staring at her legs which are waving in the air, her dress riding up her thighs as she scrambles into the seat. Her grunts are turning me on and the whole pants situation is just getting fucking worse. Damn me and my big mouth.
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  It’s only when I see a peep of white lace when the dress has ridden up enough that I put my foot down. She’s still not in the seat, instead half in, half out the truck, hanging on for dear life. I do what I've been dying to do and grasp her waist, her dress practically at her hip and some sexy as fuck white lace boy shorts showing off to the world. I look around to make sure no asshole's looking and push her the rest of the way in.

  "Fuck!" I've been fucking unmanned! A gold heel’s attacked my fucking ball sack. What the fuck! "Holy shit... That fucking... hurts." I can’t breathe, I’m dying. I’m gonna die holding my meat and veg. I lean against the truck and slide down, gasping in breaths because those evil fuck me shoes have knocked it right outta me. That’s the last damn time I try to act a gentleman, next time she can get her own ass in.

  "Brady! are you ok?"

  "Uh huh." It comes out in a sing - song tone but I don’t care. I've just had a vasectomy with a shoe. I ain’t got time to be worrying about sounding like a woman.

  "Are you sure?" I open my eyes which are clenched shut to see Cindy sticking her head out and looking at me all concerned and shit.

  "Do I look sure, Cinders? Your fucking shoes are trying to kill me. They’re fucking trying to chop my balls off." Why the fuck do shoes that look so damn good wanna ruin my life?

  "Brady, should I get some ice?"

  "Fuck don’t you dare blame me when I can’t give you no kids. Call an ambulance, call a doctor!" Cindy’s legs swing over the sides. "Don’t you dare get out of that truck Cinders! I had to sacrifice my fucking nuts to get you in there, now you can stay in there."

  There’s a full on pity party going on here right now.

  "Everything alright kids?" Cindy’s Dad calls out, jogging over. Thank fucking God! He'll understand. He's a guy so he'll know what to do. "Brady why are you on the floor?"

  "I'm dying." I wheeze out. "Cindy are you fucking laughing?"

  Cindy’s sitting there, her legs swinging and her hand to her mouth fucking laughing! Laughing at my pain! The fuck did I ever do to her?