Mr. Always & Forever

by Ashlee Price

  He closed his eyes. This was not going to be easy. “I am sorry I lost it. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “We aren’t even together and you followed me and then attacked my ex-boyfriend. We were having lunch, that’s all.”

  Marcel liked the sound of it being her ex, but she was still angry. “I just saw him kiss you and I just got jealous. I assure you that it has never happened before. I have never cared so much before and the idea of losing you was too much.”

  “Lose me? Marcel, you never had me. All weekend I waited for some kind of sign, but nothing. Always the gentleman. It could have been you kissing me, but you never did. Then you go crazy and start punching Donnie? You make no sense.”

  She was working herself up, breathing hard and he moved towards her. Davina looked up at him as he grabbed her arms. “What are you doing?”

  “What I’ve wanted to do since I first met you.”

  His lips came crashing down on hers after his words and it took her body only a moment to catch up with him. It was madness, he was madness, but it was contagious and catching. Her lips moved with his, opening up for his tongue, moaning softly against him as he touched her. Breaking free from his grip, her arms wound around his neck, pulling him down to her.

  Marcel groaned and pressed her against him with hands on her hips. It was what they both wanted and the way she whimpered below him almost made him go crazy. He pulled away, needing to say more before he lost control, wanting nothing more than to take her as he wanted to. He opened his eyes, catching her blue depths looking back up at him. “Was that all you wanted to do?”

  She was challenging him and her eyes were devious. “No, but if I start, I am not going to be able to stop.” He pushed her back another couple of feet while he undid her arms from his neck.

  Davina was pouting and fixing her shirt that had pulled back from his frenzied hands. “You seem to lose control a lot Marcel. That can’t be good.”

  “Depends on in what way. You are the one that makes me feel so unhinged.”

  She looked down, not able to keep the intense gaze. Davina had wanted his desires and for Marcel to tell her what he wanted from her, but the reality was harder to swallow. When he looked at her in such a way, it wasn’t hard to see the hunger. “Well, sorry about that.”

  “Are you?”

  Davina shook her head that she wasn’t. How could she be? When it was all she wanted since their weekend together. She took the few steps between them and looked up at him, linking her arms around his neck. “You shouldn’t be either. Now kiss me again.”

  He gave in to her demands, pulling her towards him and against his hard chest. It was just as well, words not being adequate to express himself fully anyways. When he finally pulled away again, Davina’s eyes stayed closed and her grip stayed tight. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”

  He was already moving in that direction, dying to have her. There was so much to be said, but he couldn’t think, let along speak and he followed her back to her bedroom. Pushing her down on the bed almost as soon as he moved into the room, her body yielded underneath him, her thighs opening to let him settle in against her.

  Chapter 9

  Davina’s eyes were closed, her mouth moaning, as Marcel rubbed and suckled her as he revealed her nakedness. With every piece of clothing pulled off with his hands, he traced and nipped with his lips and teeth. Davina’s body shook as he toyed with her, moving down her stomach slowly and then bypassing her greatest need and last piece of clothing to move down the inside of her thigh. Her hands pushed into his dark hair, tugging him back up, but he just chuckled and continued his slow descent away from her scalding hot center.

  “Marcel.”

  He stopped by her knee, looking up at the sound of his name on her lips. Her blue eyes begged him for more and he almost lost his nerve to wait, to savor. Davina wanted him to lose control and she was determined not to help him at all. She was only making it worse and when he started to move back to her legs, her hand move to her core, her fingers disappearing under her pink laced panties.

  Marcel stopped dead, his eyes darkening as she rubbed herself slowly in front of him. Her body twitch and she mewled softly at her own touch. He bit the inside of her knee, making her jerk before moving his hands up to hers. Marcel pressed her hand hard on her, making her gasp. “Why are you so impatient?”

  “You’ve made me wait too long. I would forgive you faster, if you would give me what I wanted.” Her hips drove upwards from the mattress, pressing him against her harder as she closed her eyes to the pleasure. His hand slipped inside of her panties and touched her wetness, before burying his finger deep into her quim. She gasped and clenched the intrusion, her own hand moving away to brace herself against his shoulder. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt her body start to tighten up.

  He wanted to hear her scream out his name, but more importantly, he wanted to taste her. Moving his hand away, she whimpered with the loss, her hips searching for him while her eyes were still closed tight, not wanting to lose the edge she was on. “Please don’t stop Marcel. Please!”

  Marcel loved to hear his name on her lips and the desperation that he caused. It was how he felt. Never close enough, never having enough of her, always wanting more. When he brought his mouth down to taste her, Davina finally exploded, calling out his name louder as she shook underneath him. Marcel moved quickly to push her passed her pleasure point, until she had to push back against him, unable to take him any longer.

  Her pleas were for something else entirely, a moment’s reprieve. He used the time to watch her tremble and jerk with aftershocks while he pulled his own clothes off slowly. Davina’s thighs were quivering and closed. Yanking them open, her eyes opened as well, taking in his dark need. Opening herself to him, her arms pulling him down for a kiss, Marcel slipped in slowly, devastating both of their senses. The gasp was his undoing, the sound so light and pleasure-filled.

  Surging forward, her blue eyes closed as her body tried to take him. He was too big, too deep, too much for her, and Davina found herself exploding again, clinging to him. Marcel could not last with the sights and sounds, quickly losing himself to his own needs. Their lips met once more as he filled her. As if pulled from the trance finally, he realized what they were doing, what they had done. It had been better than he had imagined and there seemed to be nothing else to say. At least she had seemed to forgiven him his transgressions.

  Pulling her to him, he laid on his side with her body molded against him. They were both slightly sweaty and hot, panting. Davina stared up at the ceiling, while he watched the side of her face. “That was not what I expected to happen. I should not show up to work more often.”

  He chuckled and turned her so that they were facing each other. “You don’t have to go to work ever again if you don’t want to.”

  “I love my job though.”

  “I know, but I will be moving back to the ranch and I want you to come with me.”

  She sat up slightly. “I can’t just give up everything I have built here Marcel. What if…”

  “What if what?”

  “What if it doesn’t work out between us? I need this job Marcel.”

  “You already plan our end?”

  “I am just being practical.”

  Marcel sat up with her, not liking the way the conversation was going. Maybe he would just have to kiss her every time she started to get practical. When he moved to do just that she stopped him. “You know I can’t think when you are touching me.”

  “Then I will have to keep it up so that you will stop all this nonsense. I know that you feel it too Davina. I love you and this, what just happened, tells me that you feel it too. How could you not?”

  It was a challenge, for her to deny what was happening between them. She couldn’t, even as her lower half backed against him and where she needed him most. “We hardly know each other Marcel. Let us just be lovers and cross the other bridge when we get there.”

  No ma
n could refuse her offer or the hand reaching out to take him into her palm. He was ready for her again, so soon after with only the thought of having her again. They both stayed out of the office all of that day, but both were raring to go when the next day rolled around. No one seemed to notice that Marcel was wearing the same suit he had left earlier the day before in. No one would have said anything if they had.

  ***

  The rest of the week they both went to work as they were supposed to, but Davina hadn’t spent a night home at her house since. She was not ready to move in with him at the ranch, but she was over the part of her pride that kept her away. She wanted to spend every moment that she could with him, his looming departure only making the feeling stronger. He would be gone back to Conroe and though she didn’t know if it was her place to be with him, Davina knew that she wanted to spend every moment until then with him, although they left all of the talking for when they were at work.

  Marcel couldn’t keep his hands off of her and he had convinced himself that he would make her want to stay in other ways besides his good looks and charms. He was not above using every depraved move he could think of to keep her.

  When the weekend came, he wanted to take her home again. This time not to stay in his room again, but to show her the other project he had been working on for the last couple of years. He knew that he wouldn’t want to always stay at the ranch. Marcel had his own wants of a family long before Elna put it in his head. He wanted to show Davina what he had waiting for her, if only she would say yes.

  He went to her on Friday evening, moments before they would travel home together. He always stopped at her house first, waiting for her while she got clothes for the next day. It was no different that day, Marcel sitting there as she packed an overnight bag.

  “This seems tedious, don’t you think?”

  “What? I don’t have to come if you don’t want me to.”

  He shook his head. “I never want to wake up without you again Davina, this is my point. We come here and get your things, we should be together.”

  “We are together.”

  “Will you come away home with me for the weekend, instead of staying around here?”

  “Yes, I figured that you would want to go home.”

  “Soon I will have to go back to my duties at the ranch.”

  She looked down and sighed. “I know. But I thought we weren’t going to talk about that anymore?”

  “We aren’t, I’m just not ready.” He didn’t go on with his thought, getting up and grabbing a drink. It was not going as he had planned. Why couldn’t it ever?

  Chapter 10

  Like the time before, Davina was true to form and didn’t make it a half an hour into the trip before she was asleep against him. It was worse that time, Marcel knowing full well what she felt like against him. They were no longer just friends, but lovers and he wanted more. The trip home only gave him time to think and plot how he would convince her to stay there with him. Davina was a city girl, but he desperately wanted her there. If he had to go and live there with her, he would, but their true happiness was on the ranch.

  When they pulled up, there were still lights on in almost every window and he took a deep breath before he woke her up with a kiss. It was going to be an eventful visit, he could just feel it. When she pulled him down for more, Marcel questioned if he shouldn’t show her the surprise right then, just to give them some alone time.

  She made up his mind though when she pulled away and got out of the car. “Come on Marcel. I thought we were going to go say hi to Elna before it got too late?”

  He was still reeling from the kiss and she seemed unfazed. Her emotions were either not as strong or highly guarded. Marcel was still not sure which one. He hoped that she was just trying to keep her head, because he had already lost his own.

  They were just in time for a late dinner and everyone seemed to know that the two of them were a couple. Marcel caught Elna’s gaze a couple of times, but he wasn’t sure what she was trying to convey. Elna was looking better and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would be ready to take the helm again. Time was running out.

  ***

  “I will be coming back on Monday Marcel.”

  He looked down. “Oh.”

  “I thought you would be happier. You can be back here with your horses and the sun. We both know that is what you really want.” Elna smiled to herself, though her face showed a concern. It had been her intentions all along to get her assistance and son together. The heart attack had just given her a reason, but after seeing the two of them together, she was convinced that what they had was not going anywhere. He loved her and Elna was sure that Davina felt the same way.

  “I am. Of course I am happy that you are ready, but don’t you think it is too soon? I worry that you are pushing yourself too much.”

  “Are you worried about me or worried that you won’t get to see Davina anymore?”

  He paused and looked back at her from where he had started to pace again. “What are you talking about?”

  “You know what I am talking about, but you don’t need to worry Marcel. She already loves you. How could she not? Ask her what it is you want to ask her and she will say yes.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because a woman knows these things Marcel and I know you. I haven’t seen you like this since that sweet little girl you fell in love with when you were in high school.”

  “That sweet girl broke my heart if you remember.”

  “How could I not? It’s different this time. You two are perfect for each other.”

  “Why do I feel like it was your plan all along?”

  She shrugged, “It may be, but it doesn’t make me any less right. Go to her and ask what it is in your heart.”

  Marcel went to find Davina with her words in his mind. It was all he could think of and he hoped that she was right. He still wasn’t sure, but the hard lump in his pocket had been there for days while he tried to get up courage. It was too soon, but he didn’t care. He had been told years ago when he had asked his father about love in his youth that he would just know and Marcel just knew that she was the one for him.

  When he found her he pulled her to the side and asked her to come with him for a ride. It wasn’t quite yet dark and he wanted her to see the surprise in the light. “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise.” He pulled her up next to him on the horse and took off towards the far reaches of the family land. Each sibling was given a part of it and he had used his to make a home that he knew he would need one day. Even before he had met Davina, in the back of his mind, he was always preparing for her. When it came up in the distance and they stopped, he could feel her grip tightening around him.

  “What is this place?”

  “Your new home if you will have me.”

  “Have you?”

  He got down and helped her down, setting her on the ground before he went to his knees. “Will you marry me Davina? Live here with me in our new home. It must be fate because it was finished the week after I met you. I love you and I know you love me.”

  Marcel looked up at her with hopeful eyes and she was shaking her head before she could think of the words. She didn’t want to keep him wondering. He picked her up and kissed her before setting her back down next to the startled horse. He had been so in the moment, that he had forgotten the most important part. Sliding the ring on her finger, they kissed again, in front of their new home.

  THE END

  Cowboy’s Temptation

  Introduction

  Scott is the youngest of the Callahans and the last one still determined to keep up his bachelor ways. There’s a lot of family pressure to marry his long-time girlfriend Lisa, and he realizes that she too has her heart set on marriage and children. But that’s never been in his plans. Scott can’t be tamed, and he lets her go because of it. He knows that he would never be able to give her what she needs, so he figures she can go find it elsewh
ere.

  The only problem is that the very idea of losing Lisa sends him into a tailspin. And when Lisa starts to move on, it seems like there’s no way to stop his quick downward spiral. Scott becomes enraged with the loss and will stop at nothing to get her back.

  Scott cannot live without Lisa, and he has to find a way to explain his rash behavior when he doesn’t even understand it himself. Will she be able to forgive him, or is it all just too little, too late?

  Chapter 1

  “Scott, you need to marry that girl. You guys have been together for years.”

  Scott nodded, though he wasn’t really listening. He knew that his mom had pushed everyone else into marriage, but he was the last holdout. Even his free-spirited brother Henri had found a woman for him to settle down with and now Scott was feeling the pressure. He wasn’t going to cave though and when he finally looked up at her, she realized it as well.

  “I don’t think Lisa is thinking about marriage.”

  “Nonsense, son. Every woman is thinking about getting married before they are five years old. You love her don’t you?”

  It was a question that he had asked himself many times. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about getting married, but with Lisa it was different. He loved her in a way, but the very idea of getting married never even entered his mind until the family got involved. He was the last one to take the plunge and Scott wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that same. Sure all of them seemed happy, but he didn’t believe that they were as happy as they appeared.

  “Not Lisa. We have never talked about it and we have been together for five years.” Scott didn’t think he had to mention the conversation they had had about it long ago. He had told her that he had no desire to ever get married and she didn’t either. That was all that had ever been said about it. There had never been any more talk and no talk of children. For Scott that was just fine, but for Elna, she was convinced that she wouldn’t be in peace until all of her children had found love and were happy.