Forbidden Forever

by Christy Dilg

  We drop Blake off at his house, which is a picture perfect white two-story house with a white picket fence. Callie is grinning from ear to ear and it makes me laugh. "What?" she says in a louder tone.

  "Honey, you are so cute. I think he is a great boy and I love that he makes you smile," I say back to her.

  "Aww, Mom." Callie, still grinning from ear to ear, blushes.

  Chapter 8

  We get to our house and go inside, both dying for a shower. I win the shower war since I am the older one. Callie goes to talk to Michael about meeting Blake tomorrow night and I head to the bathroom for a cool shower. It has been a great day and I am not ready for it to be over. Sometimes being at home is somewhat like work for me; always worried about what I look like, even though I don't know why I care so much because it is never enough anyway. I get out and put lotion on my sun kissed skin and put on my pajamas. Standing in front of the mirror, I see me: the adulterer, the mistress, the mom, wife, and a daughter.

  I put my hands to the side and see the stomach and thighs that are my biggest problem, I think about how Chance sees me and what to make of it. He thinks I am beautiful; sure my face isn't half bad, but the rest is, well, a big blob. Callie laughs and I come out of my pathetic thoughts to go see what is going on. Michael and Callie are playing some fighting game on the x-box and from the looks of it, Callie is winning by a long shot. Kaleb is in his own world listening to his iPod through his headphones. I tell them all goodnight and head to bed.

  It is the night of our big proposal. A black tie event and I will be going stag since Michael is an uncaring ass unless it involves his company or his family. I couldn't care fucking less because it's not him I want next to me anyway. I spend the afternoon at the salon, freshening up my already highlighted brown hair and getting everything waxed in all the right places. A girl never knows when an opportunity might present itself for someone on one time with a hot doctor. I smile to myself. I put on my new basic black dress that is a little sexier than I would normally wear, with a slit up the side showing my thigh, and a low cut top for an ample cleavage show. A big jewel in the front clinching at my waist shows off my curves in all the right places. Adding some flare to my simple dress, I slip on my platform peep toe black with a red corset lace up back heels. I feel sexy.

  I grab my black lace cover up and silver clutch and walk into the living room. Michael's eyes look in my direction and back to the TV as I let him know I am leaving. Callie comes out from the kitchen and she gushes about how beautiful I look and I unknowingly look at Michael hoping for something. But why would he say anything nice when I know his true feelings? I certainly don't want to hear those this evening. I feel too good about myself for once so I'd like him to just keep his opinions to himself. "Thank you, Callie," I express.

  Kaleb is already out for the evening and I am praying that he isn't breaking anything else. I tell Callie I will see her when I get home. "I love you more!" I tell her.

  Once I arrive at the banquet hall, I find Sierra and we quickly sit at a table. She looks as amazing as ever, in an all-white dress that fits every inch perfectly. She has her hair pulled up, which shows off her long neck. A sexy young waiter offers us champagne and Sierra's cougar inside starts to come out quite quickly. First, she winks with a sly smile and then she bats her eyes like a silly school girl; before you know it, he is offering out his hand for her to follow him off to some back room for who knows what. Now I am sitting here all alone, waiting for something interesting to happen. People are on stage giving speeches from all different departments of the hospital. I am less than interested since I have nothing to do with any of them except the Heart Center.

  I feel something getting closer to me as the hairs on my neck start to stand up. A cool breath is at the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

  "You look absolutely stunning, Laney. Please dance with me." His voice, a deep soulful sound, is enough to release moist wetness between my thighs.

  If I stay around him much longer I will need to change my clothes or run to the bathroom to clean myself up because I know I am about to unravel. Seriously, I need to start wearing panties when I am going to see him. I take his hand and all eyes are on us as I stand. I don't know why everyone has to be so interested in a man asking a woman to dance. Surely they cannot see that the heat is rising from my sex up to my cheeks or that I am wet and that the slightest touch could send me over the edge. The word all over the hospital is that he and his wife have split up due to the time he puts in at the office; however, I don't think anyone ever thought it was because of someone else. Well...until now.

  The way his eyes burn into me, it would be hard for anyone to miss the connection. His wicked grin and his hand placed on my lower back leading me to the dance floor has me feeling relaxed even with a hundred eyes on us. I just don't really care that they are gossiping about the boss and his assistant. Besides, it will give them something to talk about in the cafeteria Monday.

  I smile smugly. "So, Dr. Turner, are you worried about what everyone is thinking right now?"

  He laughs. "No, I'll go dance with Sierra later and really get their minds going."

  I shake my head. "That might make you a male whore, Dr. Turner. Getting a bad reputation and so soon after your separation. Shame. Shame."

  "Did you just call me a whore, Mrs. Collins?"

  "Yes, I did."

  "If we weren't in a room full of hospital employees I would bend you over my knee."

  "That sounds really fucking hot, Dr. Turner," I say.

  "Damn, my cock just got hard. Are you trying to turn me on?" he teases.

  "You better believe it. I'm so fucking horny right now I don't know how much more of being this close I can take," I admit.

  "I need to make some rounds and make the proposal speech. Once that is done you can leave. I will be behind you shortly after. Meet me at my car," he playfully orders.

  "Will you spank me if I don't?" I joke.

  "I'll spank you if you do." Grinning, he lets me go.

  I walk to the table where Sierra has finally made it back after her steamy bathroom sex with the young hot waiter. I tell her I will be leaving early because I am not feeling too good. I express that something in the food must have been off. Chance's proposal about expanding the Heart Center is a huge success. He gets a standing ovation; he will be lucky to get away from all the people wanting to talk with him. Sierra is sad to see me leave, but I think she has more ideas in mind for the waiter and her. A quick hug and I head to Chance's car, a silver Lexus LFA. I have seen it in his parking spot at work but never up close.

  Slipping a silver u-shaped key ring with an airplane and globe on the ends and holding a single key out from my cleavage, where he secretly slid it without anyone watching, I open the passenger side door and step in. The car is a work of art with its slick red leather bucket seats and shiny silver electronics. I know he loves his Harley, but this is a fucking hot ass car. I sit and wait for him to join me, but I am examining every inch of this car. Kaleb would be freaking out with me right now if he were here. Chance is here in exactly 10 minutes, which is hard to believe since I knew he had to make an excuse to get away from all the questions. The sight of him makes me weak in the knees; if I were standing I would surely collapse. He cranks the car and the V10 engine roars to life, giving me goose bumps.

  The speedometer has its own light show, which is super cool and holds my attention until he places his warm hand on my thigh and I nearly cum right there on the spot from the heat. The car mixed with Chance would drive any woman over the edge. We drive down A1A and reach the inlet and he parks in a small secluded lot, turning off the car and coming to open my door.

  "You like the car?" he asks.

  "Umm, is that a trick question? Because this car is orgasmic. I don't just like it, I fucking love it," I say.

  He cocks his head to the side and sets loose that wicked grin. "More than me?" His smile drops and his eyes widen with hope.

  "
Well, if I was a car, I would totally do it." I bat my eyes, giving him a smirk.

  "Oh hell no, I'll have to do something about that. No way that a car is going to make you that hot. It's on." Lifting me up, he swings me in the air and sinfully crushes his lips to mine.

  The pressure from his hold is dominating and sexy as hell. Setting me on the car, he slides my dress up over my hips. Running his hand between my thighs, he stops and sets me back down on the ground. Standing there dumbfounded, he takes my hand and we walk down the wooden dock leading to the water. Completely speechless! We reach the end and I notice how beautiful the view is with the moonlight shining down on the water. The glistening sand and sparkling water together look like small peaks of diamonds shimmering all around us. Standing near him is not enough, so I lean into his neck and press my lips to the soft spot, gliding my tongue just so ever slowly up to his jaw. The taste of this man is intoxicating.

  His hands are in my hair and pulling my head back as he devours my lips, our tongues entangling around and around. His hand slides down my back, grabbing my ass and pulling me close to him. I can feel that fullness of his cock as I wrap my leg around him. His hand reaches the zipper of my dress and seamlessly drags it down until my dress falls to a puddle on the wooden dock floor. He leans me back on the floor so that he is above me, moaning as I undo his pants and pull out his oh-so-ready cock. His body crushes down on my body and again his lips are on mine. Moving down to my breasts, his hand releases one from my bra while his tongue teases my nipple, sucking and flicking around and around.

  His hand goes down my stomach and reaches my opening, sliding first one finger, then two inside me. In and out of my swollen lips, circling my clit just so I almost burst and then he licks down my stomach to my pelvis and pauses just above my hairline. Grabbing one leg and putting it on his shoulder, his head moves closer to my sex. A slight flick of the tongue and I spread my legs farther apart, giving him full access to me. Sliding his tongue up and down, sucking again in the same motions. I am trying to hold back, but the sensation is too intense and I reach for my clitoris with one hand and start rubbing. With one finger, I glide down and back up my lips in the same rhythm as his tongue. My back arches and I moan as I am coming apart. He slips his shaft inside me, pushing deeper and deeper as my sex clinches tightly and it sends him over the edge.

  Chapter 9

  He relaxes his body next to mine, tucking his cock away in his pants as we both look up at the stars, not a word as our breathing calms. His body goes limp next to me, wrapping his arm around my back. I snuggle against his broad chest and we lay there in the open for what seems like an eternity, looking at the sky. His hands slowly moving up and down my back gives me comfort in the knowing that he is here with me.

  Silence overtakes us until he whispers, "I love you. I love everything about you, Laney. I love the inner child, the confident professional, the mother, the best friend, and my lover. I just want to love you as my wife."

  Peering up at him and using my elbows to prop me up, I whisper, "Someday I will be." A smile stretches across his face and I know he knows I mean it.

  The night air is getting chilly so I put on my dress and try to make myself look less like a woman who just had her world rocked and more like a woman taking an evening stroll with her man. Chance is mostly dressed and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his head on the back of mine. I can feel him take a deep breath in as he smells my hair, nuzzling my neck, he nibbles on my ear lobe.

  I slap his arm in response to the tingling I feel deep within. "Don't you ever have enough?"

  "No, I don't think I'll ever get my fill of you. You are like an addiction I don't want to kick," he murmurs.

  "I hope you never do," I whisper.

  "No worries, my love. It will never happen. What I feel for you is something I have only dreamed of, never felt. I will never let you go," he admits.

  "You never felt this way about your wife?" I ask.

  He looks at me and his face softens. "No, our relationship was never based on love but more like a business arrangement. We didn't really choose the life we had together as it seemed to choose us," he utters.

  "I don't understand. How does something like marriage choose you? "I question.

  "Well, Laney, it is a long story and I'd rather not talk about it right now. It doesn't affect anything that happens anymore. I want to look to a future with you and spend all my moments in the here and now. No more past and no more sadness. Just us," he says.

  "This is all I want, too, but I want to know your life and if you don't want to let me in then how will I let you in?" I ask.

  "I didn't mean forever, sweetness. I mean right in this moment, can't we just be us? We will discuss this at another time. I want you to know everything about me and I want to know everything about you," he assures me.

  Knowing that I don't want to go down my path of secrets, I decide to let it go, but something small in my gut is saddened by the past he isn't so open to sharing. On the ride back to the hospital to my car, we don't talk but sit in our own silent thoughts. I wonder what is going through his mind. What he is keeping from me and is he wondering the same about me? Though he has never asked me anything about my past, surely he has to be curious. There are only a few cars left in the parking lot from the party and he drops me off at mine. No PDA in the parking lot in case any of those prying eyes are watching, but he knows what I feel.

  Chance's POV

  This damn tie is giving me a fit, I hate black tie events. I don't understand why we can't have a Hawaiian themed event. Some shorts and flip-flops would be relaxing, and heck, even throw in some grass skirts. I'd love to see Laney's ass shaking in one of those. I wonder if we can have a dress up night. If so, that will be my suggestion. I smirk at myself and the thoughts rolling around in my head. She might end up hating me for always wanting to dress her hot ass in different outfits. Yeah, I bet she would think I was a sick pervert after I told her about my idea. Maybe I should go in slow and take it one step at a time.

  My phone rings and it is the soon-to-be ex-wife, Catherine. Wondering what she wants, I answer. "Hello."

  Oh yeah, I knew her parents would be pissed that I left her and, of course, her dad wants to have a talk with me. He has been calling me non-stop since she told him. I don't know how long they expected us to be unhappily married. Catherine and I were best friends growing up, had one stupid drunken night and they expected us to be adults and get married. I don't know what is worse, the fact that in the 6 years we have been married, I lost my best friend, or the fact that in the end we came out with absolutely nothing. Our parents run in a tight knit circle and they wouldn't have wanted their reputations ruined by their children's wild night. I was just finishing up with my residency at Flagler Memorial when I was offered the attending position.

  We were on cloud nine and Catherine threw a big bash in my honor. Who would have known that we would have gotten so wasted and ending up having sex? Too fucking drunk to remember to put the damn condom on and bam, six weeks later we find out she is pregnant. Our parents flipped out when we told them so they planned a fast, but extremely fancy, wedding before she started showing. Here we are, six years later getting a divorce. Five months into her pregnancy she lost the baby due to some complication, and it has been a huge cloud over our heads ever since. Sure, at first I didn't want a baby, but then it became so real and I was getting excited. We never felt it kick, but it was real. After that I couldn't bring myself to leave her. I always felt obligated and she didn't want our parents to be mad.

  Her voice is soft on the other end. "Hi, I just missed you and wanted to make sure you were okay. I know we're over, but you have been my best friend since I was 6 so, yeah, I just missed you."

  "I know what you mean, Cathy. I just well...what do I say to make it easier?" I tell her.

  "Chance, just tell me you love her. Tell me that now we will both find happiness," she utters.

  I should have known she
would know there is someone else. We both didn't love each other the way married people should, but we still loved each other enough to know what the other was thinking.

  "Cathy, I love her. She is who I wanted my life to end with before all this happened. I love you as my lifelong friend and I love you for our memories, but we are adults and we can't live in that house, waiting to get out. It was time," I explain to her as caring as possible.

  "I am so happy that you have found someone. I only want the best for us both. I'll be back next week to start sorting through the house. I think it is best we sell it and move on from it all, but I hope we can still remain friends after everything," she points out.

  "We will always be friends. No hard feelings here, just memories. Tell me what you need me to do to help with the transition and I'll get it done," I tell her.

  "Sure we will. I will let you go now and call you next week when I get to town." Her voice cracks a little when she says goodbye.

  I know it is hard for her because I feel the void of not having my friend around after a lifetime of seeing each other almost every day. I don't think we spent a total of 3 weeks apart if you added all the days together. Our families vacationed together so we were only apart in college really and even those were just miles apart. Big life changes but I need Laney. I want her to be the end of my story, my forever after.