Our Forever

by Elena Matthews

  “Hopefully the last.”

  Those three words play on a loop several times, zoning straight for my heart.

  After a couple of seconds, I allow the mortification in my lapse in judgment to rise through me while I wrap my hands around his neck, playing with the ends of his messy hair, a look I’m in love with since it reminds me of our night together.

  “I guess I owe you an apology.”

  “Your lips on mine can be enough of an apology.”

  Leaning on my tiptoes, I gently press my lips to his, and even though I initiated the kiss, for thirty incredible seconds, he worships my mouth, as if it were made for him, massaging my tongue with adorning strokes. He pulls away, looking at me with a lustful gaze, while his hands that were locked on my ass slip under the material of the T-shirt and over my bare skin. His rough hands pull my cheeks apart and give an unruly squeeze, which makes my pussy tighten with arousal at his touch.

  “I might look the part, but out of the twelve women I’ve slept with, only one was a one-night stand, and that was when I was still in college. I’ve had flings and a few casual girlfriends, but they never had the liberty of me cooking them breakfast, not until now. Not until you.” He presses another kiss to my lips and then slaps my ass, causing a shriek to part my lips at the impact.

  “Now that we’ve gotten that straightened out, can you please sit this sexy ass”—he emphasizes by giving another squeeze of my ass cheeks—“down, so I can fucking feed you? I need to get some sugar in you.” Smirking, he all but shoves me in the direction of the table and forces me into a chair.

  He resumes his position behind the stove as he finishes off breakfast. I help myself to a glass of orange juice, already served in front of me, along with two Advil to help keep a potential hangover at bay since I definitely had more than a few glasses of wine last night. Then, I entertain myself by watching him, a task I could happily do all day.

  “So, Teddy texted me about fifteen minutes ago.” Drew grabs a mug and pours black coffee from the carafe.

  “Oh, yeah?” I ask, intrigue laced within my voice, as I place my glass back down.

  “He apparently had the best sex of his life with Kaelyn last night.”

  I laugh, hardly surprised. “She does have that effect on men.”

  Drew chuckles as he takes a delicious-looking muffin that has thick melted chocolate seeping out from the top from a cooling tray and places it on a plate. “He asked me to prolong our breakfast for as long as possible. It seems he isn’t through with her.”

  A horrified quiver sneaks up my spine at the thought of their sweat-covered bodies swapping more bodily fluids in my bed.

  “Perfect,” I mutter sarcastically.

  I watch Drew’s form as he approaches with the muffin in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He sets them down in front of me along with a single sugar stick that easily humors me.

  Drew and his sugar sticks.

  “Eat,” he demands with a sparkle in his eye.

  “I didn’t realize you were the boss of me,” I say playfully, crossing my arms over my chest.

  He tilts his head to the side, looking at me with hunger-filled purpose. He kicks the chair out from under the table, so I’m facing him and bears both hands on the back of the chair, lowering his stance, caging me in.

  “Well, I definitely owned you last night, sugar—your pussy in particular. That kind of makes me the boss of you.”

  His stare turns scorching hot, and I quickly have to remind myself to breathe. My chest heavily rises and falls with each struggling breath, and he’s silent as he gauges my reaction, knowing how much his words affect me, knowing how much he affects me.

  He inches back, his arms no longer caging me in with his overwhelming nearness. He takes a swipe of melted chocolate from the muffin and brings it to my mouth, seductively gliding it over my lips before dipping his thumb into my mouth, giving me a taste of the hazelnut chocolate. Instinctively, I wrap my lips around his thumb and gently suck, groaning at both the taste of the chocolate and the chocolate-coated thumb that belongs to the sexiest man to have ever graced this earth. His thumb falls from my lips, and I stare up at him, my eyes a little hazy with pure lust, before blinking a few times just so I can see straight.

  “Good?” His gruff voice hits the spot deep within my core.

  I wordlessly nod, feeling moisture pool between my naked thighs.

  “Then, eat.” He grabs the muffin and places it in the palm of my hand.

  Then, he slides the chair I’m currently occupying back under the table. I’m left with my mouth agape as he returns back to the kitchen, and I realize I’ve just been played.

  “Asshole,” I quip with a mocking scowl that turns into a shit-eating grin. Dipping my finger into the chocolate, I bring it to my mouth. Damn, this is good.

  He turns to me as he takes out a loaf of bread from the refrigerator. “I just want my girl to eat her breakfast. No law against that, sugar.”

  My full-blown smile falters, and instead, a smaller smile takes its place while I chow down on this incredible muffin that’s filled with creamy Nutella. My heart is racing like that of a fourteen-year-old who just found out her crush likes her back.

  “My girl.”

  Those two words are a reminder of how fast this thing between us is moving. Dauntingly fast. But there isn’t a single atom in my body that dislikes the free fall. If anything, my body craves it, craves the adrenaline that pumps through my body when Drew is within a two-foot radius of me.

  Once I’ve demolished the first sugar fix of the morning, Drew takes a seat in front of me after setting down two plates filled with scrambled eggs and bacon with a side of toast. We eat our breakfast over more banter, laughter, and simple conversation.

  Once my belly is filled to the brim with Drew’s incredible cooking, I grab my purse from the countertop and take my phone out. I notice two recent text messages from Kaelyn as I’m walking back over to Drew.

  Kaelyn: LAST. NIGHT. OMG.

  The message is followed by another.

  Kaelyn: The coast is clear, so hurry your ass back home. We need to talk. STAT.

  I hold my phone out in Drew’s vicinity, smiling. “I finally have authorization to enter my apartment.”

  “Shoot.” He grabs ahold of me by the waist and hauls me onto his lap while wearing a wily smile.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, my phone still in my hand.

  “I was hoping Teddy would keep Kaelyn holed up in your room for the rest of the day, so I could keep you holed up in mine.”

  “No can do. I have to pick Junior up from your sister’s, and I would like to spend a little more time with Kaelyn before she heads home. She traveled for six hours yesterday to see me.”

  “Six hours?” he questions with a searching frown on his face. “Dallas is, like, a three-hour drive. How fucking slow does she drive?” He deeply chuckles.

  “She got lost. She does that sometimes,” I reply, not even trying to hide my smile at how ditzy she can be. Even with a map or a GPS, she’d still manage to find herself lost in the parking lot at the NorthPark Center Mall.

  “Well”—he repositions me into a straddling position, causing the T-shirt to ride up until it’s gathered around my waist—“is your pussy still as dry as a nun’s vagina?” His lips twitch with a restrained smile while his hand on my hip tightens, and I giggle. “Or do you think I can make you wet again? Say, for maybe ten to fifteen minutes.”

  My thighs clench around his legs, his erection beneath his sweats pressing against my bare pussy, and I feel myself become incredibly wet.

  “I guess I can fit in another ten minutes.” My attempt at acting nonchalant fails when my breathing becomes labored, a telltale sign that I’m incredibly turned on right now.

  He takes something out from a pocket of his sweatpants, and another giggle passes my lips when he produces a single condom packet.

  “Prepared much?” I tease while I place my phone down on the table.r />
  He leans in an inch, and as his breath naturally blows along my lips, I can smell the same peppermint toothpaste I used to clean my teeth with earlier and a mix of coffee.

  “After last night, I will always come prepared,” he says in a gravelly low voice that drips with pure sex.

  I raise myself completely off of his lap and stand before him as he slips his sweats over his hips, allowing his cock to spring free. He pushes them down and kicks them off his feet while quickly removing the condom from the packaging. Then, he quickly rolls it over his swollen dick.

  I straddle him, and a whimpered moan escapes my mouth at the feel of his hardness sliding against my well-lubricated clit. Fisting his cock in his hand, he positions it against my entrance, his heated eyes never once straying from mine. Lowering myself, I push down on his length, exhaling out a long moan, until every single inch of him is inside me. In this position, I can feel him everywhere, deep and unyielding. My hands move to his hair, tugging at the strands, as the overwhelming feeling fuels my body from head to toe.

  His hands slide under my T-shirt, palming my breasts when they meet my flesh. Squeezing and kneading them, he pinches the nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. My head falls backward with ecstasy at his expert touch, and my back arches with the sensual vibrations that shoot along my spine, making it feel like the walls around me are crumbling.

  “Ride me. Ride my cock like you fucking own it,” he commands.

  I can only obey with a lift of my hips before heavily sinking back down on him, causing him to groan at the sudden impact.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” he grunts.

  The way his rasping voice drawls the word baby like an explicit curse rolling from his tongue, a word reserved only for hot moments like these, has me picking up speed.

  For a full five minutes, I rock against his cock, slamming myself down on his thick shaft, and I feel him hit against my G-spot, going deeper and deeper every time. The only sounds I can hear between us are our gasping moans and my thighs slapping against his with every drop. He meets every slam of my pussy with a thrust of his hips, and with every eager kiss, every sensual bite, every lust-filled graze of our hands against the other’s trembling body, we both lose our senses, clawing our way to a mutual high, as sweat drips from our heated skin.

  The next couple of minutes are filled with my whimpered moans and Drew’s dirty curses, and it’s a perfect match of innocence to downright filth. I ride him, my heart beating wildly in my chest, as my near climax quickly comes barreling forward. It’s a struggle to hold back, but I stay with him, feeling, inhaling, breathing every beautiful inch of his body, worshipping him in the same way he’s worshipping me.

  Two final thrusts later, we both tip over the edge, and I collapse my quaking body on top of his the moment my heat-induced orgasm is roughly wrenched from my throat while a growl roars from Drew’s chest when he comes violently inside me.

  My fingers are still tightly clenched in his silky strands of hair as my head drops against his, my breathing labored. Drew’s breaths erratically match my racing heart, his wild eyes soaking in mine in an adoring way, almost as if he’s been hit with the epiphany of a lifetime—that he’s finally found what he’s been looking for. I melt into his touch as he trails his fingers up and down my back under my T-shirt, and the epiphany shining from the depths of his eyes somehow seeps into me, capturing my senses. It fills my heart and soul with a heart-wrenching love I can’t seem to fathom.

  “What are you doing to me?” I whisper almost desperately against his lips.

  “The same things you’re doing to me. Everything,” he accentuates with a passionate glint in his eyes.

  He tilts his lips to meet mine, and for another several minutes, I become lost in his everything, relishing in the unique feeling of love that grips me from the inside out.

  I walk into my apartment with my clutch purse and my boots tucked under my arms just as Kaelyn is walking out from the hallway with my bedsheets curled up into a ball in her arms.

  “Hey!” she says in a singsong voice. “Nice shirt.” She winks.

  I look down at the Captain America shirt that still adorns my body, and I smile. I drop my shoes near the door, place my purse on the side table and walk toward the kitchen countertop, my steps uncomfortable as my jeans against my lady parts feel weird without underwear.

  “Do you have a laundry room?”

  I nod and point toward the door beside the refrigerator. “Yes, it’s just through there. You didn’t have to change the sheets. I would have done that.”

  Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she clutches ahold of the sheets tighter. “Trust me, I did. Hell, Teddy made me squirt so hard this morning that the entire sheets were soaked.”

  “Oh my God, Kaelyn! Too much information!” I shriek with disbelieving laughter.

  She giggles as she disappears into the miniature laundry room. I follow her inside and grab the laundry detergent pods from the overhead cupboard as she throws my dirty sheets inside the front loader.

  “So, how was your night? By the Captain America shirt you’re rocking, I’m guessing it went well.”

  “Well, it didn’t involve watersports like yours, but”—I smile as I place a detergent pod in the washing machine among the sheets before closing the door shut—“last night was incredible.”

  “What? Is that all I’m getting?” she asks.

  I reach over for the fabric softener before pouring it inside the pullout drawer.

  “You’ve had sex for the first time in God knows how long, and you won’t even give up the deets? Oh, and FYI, squirting isn’t classed as a watersport. I’m not into golden showers!”

  I shake my head on a bark of laughter as I turn the machine on the highest temperature possible to remove all essence of Kaelyn’s hot sex. My laughter eases, and I turn to her, my face serious. “I can’t right now. Whatever is between Drew and me is happening faster than I can blink. This is new to me. I just need a minute to let it all sink in.”

  She steps toward me, tilting her head to the side, as she places her soft touch along my arm. “You said last night that you could fall for him. I honestly don’t think you need to.”

  I frown, confusion marring my face. “I don’t understand.”

  “You don’t need to because I think you already have. You’ve fallen for him.”

  The pitter-patter in my heart goes up a notch, and I know, without a doubt, that I have irrevocably fallen for him.

  “My head is screaming that this is too fast. I’ve only known him a month. Is it really possible to feel like this after a month? To me, it’s crazy, but my heart…it feels alive again. I feel happy. I am happy,” I declare with a goofy smile, one that Kaelyn matches.

  “Good. You deserve it. It’s what Christopher would want for you.” She gives a compassionate smile, and I nod, finally agreeing to the one thing she’s been trying to drum into my head. “But if you feel like you need to slow things down, then just have a little fun first. Don’t make it serious.”

  “How do I even do that when I’m already wearing my heart on my sleeve?”

  She gives out a wicked smile before saying, “You have lots of sex. Lots and lots of sex.”

  We both laugh as we make our way out of the laundry room. After last night, my craving for him has skyrocketed, and I know not having sex with him isn’t an option.

  “Talking about sex, Drew said that Teddy said you blew his mind last night.”

  “Well, naturally,” she gloats as she leans against the kitchen countertop, instigating another laugh from me.

  “So, was it just a one-night stand, or will I be expecting your presence on most weekends?”

  She shrugs her shoulders. “I gave him my number. The ball is completely in his court.”

  “Do you want him to call you?” I ask, trying to gauge her feelings on this since it’s usually hard to read her, especially when it comes to possible relationships.

  “He lives here in Austin, and I li
ve in Dallas,” she explains, as if that’s a good enough answer.

  “That wasn’t the question I asked,” I point out, earning me a roll of her eyes.

  “Well, you didn’t answer my question.”

  She pouts like a petulant child, and this time, it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

  We find ourselves battling in a staring contest, something that goes way back from our college days, and of course, she’s the first to break contact after only several seconds of my intense stare. I always win.

  “Fine! I want him to call me. I want him to screw my brains out over and over again because he was quite frankly the best sex I’ve ever had! Happy now?” She stares daggers at me, a little out of breath after her rant.

  “Very,” I say with a shit-eating grin. “You sticking around for a while longer? I was thinking of taking Junior bowling and then grabbing a pizza. You in?”

  “Hell yes! I miss my boy,” she says with an eager smile.

  “Okay.” I smile as I back up a couple of steps in the direction of my bedroom. “I’ll go grab a shower, and then we’ll pick Junior up before heading out. Oh, and, Kaelyn?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You should send Drew the bill for the Victoria’s Secret underwear you bought me. All I have left of them are the scraps currently lying on his bedroom floor.”

  Just as I see the drop of her jaw, I turn on my feet.

  “You slut!” she laughingly shouts at my retreating back.

  My smile grows wider with each step I make toward my bedroom.

  After a tiring long week at work, I’m thankful that it’s Friday night, and in approximately ten minutes, I will be lying in a steaming hot bubble bath with a glass of chilled wine, allowing a week’s worth of stress to float out of my mind.

  Right now though, the stress is only being added on, as I’m currently battling it out with Junior, who is adamant that he is not going to bed.

  “Junior, it’s way past your bedtime.”

  “I’m not tired,” he whines while trying to hide a yawn from me.

  “Yeah, that yawn was really convincing,” I respond dryly. “Come on, bud. You’re getting up early for soccer in the morning.”