Emerge into Forever

by Andrea Michelle

I glance to the side where Emily is smiling like the Cheshire cat. She knew he was coming and she didn’t tell me? But how? Why? Hell, I don’t care. I make my way down the stage, he makes his way forward and in the middle we connect. Like magnets we are forced together. Arms around the other, hands in hair and bodies pressed tightly together. Lips igniting a flame with a kiss that can only be explained as all consuming. We pull apart, both breathless and unaware of the stares and cheering. This is our bubble.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask him afraid he will disappear if I blink.

  “I came early,” he says like that much isn’t obvious.

  “I see that. Oh, my God. I can’t believe you’re here. I thought you had to work?” I grab his hand and pull him to the back room where it’s quiet and we can be alone. I don’t wait for his answer, for his explanation.

  “I did, but I um…I didn’t sleep good. I didn’t want to wait another day when I could be with you now,” he says trailing behind me, his voice echoing our steps into the dark room. “Where are we going?” he asks when I pull him into the dark room with zero visibility. His hands snake around my waist and pull me back to him causing me to gasp. His warmth, his presence, this unexpected shock has my heart dancing wildly. I turn my body around, losing my breath at how close we are. It’s still not close enough. I kick the door closed with my foot and reach around him to lock it. It’s pitch black and the click of the lock echoes in the space surrounding us.

  “Here,” I answer grabbing his face, pressing him against the wall and kissing him senseless. “Josh,” I breathe his name on a soft moan, then kiss him more. “I’ve missed you,” I say touching my lips along his jaw then his mouth again. I want to kiss him for an eternity and then beg God for more time.

  His hands are in my hair. Mine are traveling, exploring him. Feeling the ripples of his chest, the playground of muscles for my fingers to seek and find each ridge. “God, baby. You taste so good,” he says between our kisses, panting…we are both panting. “I will never get enough of you,” he adds gently biting my bottom lip.

  I am melting into a puddle right at his feet with my heart racing, my skin burning up everywhere he touches. An ache so deep that I almost cry from the intensity.

  He flips me around, caging me in with his body, his hand reaching under my shirt to cup my breast. I’m reaching up and around his neck to feel his hair between my fingers. I’m fighting the impulse to face him, rip his shirt off and take him right here and now. He kisses down my neck, licking the spot behind my ear and chuckling when I shiver. He knows that drives me crazy.

  “Josh, please,” I whimper, begging him to do…something. I need it. I turn and face him, finding that sexy smirk in place.

  He trails his tongue down my neck, pausing on my pulse point that is racing before tasting his way back up where he kisses the corner of my mouth, all the while kneading at my breasts that are now heavy and aching. “Please, what, baby?” he asks in a low husky voice that only intensifies my need for him.

  “Take me home. I need you.” I’m shocked at the desperation in my voice. He’s turning me into this sex-craved female that is never satisfied and always wanting more. I lick my lips at the same time his tongue prepares to do the same. They touch…and then taste. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and I can feel his smile when I moan. His hands tickle down my rib cage, down my thigh, pressing his body closer to mine, covering my frame with his chest. His hand reaches the hem of my skirt and I’m a mess of anticipation. He’s driving me insane with want. Under my skirt now, inching his way up and then there…he feels what he does to me.

  “Josh,” I whisper his name and my head rests into his chest, my hands clenching at his shoulders. He does nothing more than rub on the outside of my panties making me wild with lust, mentally begging him to do more. He doesn’t. He just feels how turned on I am.

  “I love this. Feeling how wet you get through your panties. It drives me insane how your body reacts to me.”

  I feel insane right now, completely crazy with lust because I want to lay him down on the dirty floor beneath our feet and mount him. His hand falls away and I whimper in protest.

  He guides my face up with his fingers beneath my chin, then pecks my lips. “We’ll pick your car up later,” he tells me interlacing our fingers above my head. I want to see his eyes, something about how dark green they get when he’s turned on satisfies me, and so I guide our locked hands to the switch next to the door, flipping it up.

  “Well, there you are,” he says with a smile. “I kind of liked playing in the dark with you, pretty girl. Raincheck for say,” he tilts his head to the side at his watch. “How long does it take to get to your apartment from here?” he asks smirking.

  Not fast enough, I think but realize I have muttered that out loud when he agrees. I step around him to grab my purse out of my locker, and when I turn around his gaze is raking up and down my body unabashedly. His eyes lift and they are dilated and nothing less than predatory. I want to be his prey.

  He stalks toward me and I can’t breathe. His eyes are no longer hazel in this moment. They are all pupils and very hungry. Directly in front of me now, looking down into my eyes with a single look that has me on the verge of self-combustion. He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t kiss me. He just stares. “You are so sexy. I can’t wait to get my hands all over you. The skirt stays on when we get home,” he says, looking down at the barely there material.

  I reach up on my tippy toes and kiss the side of his cheek. “If you don’t quit looking at me like that we won’t make it home.”

  He steps back and looks at me with a raised brow. “Is that a challenge?” he asks.

  I shake my head and sashay away from him, walking purposely seductive, looking over my shoulder demurely. “It’s a promise,” I say biting my lip. My eyes slowly trail downward when I notice him adjust his pants as he groans. Two can play this game.

  His hand tightens around my waist, his thumb just barely touches the sliver of skin between my skirt and stomach as we walk into the dark night of the parking lot. I shiver. Not from the chill in the air, but from the anticipation of the unexpected, his hands on me, how I feel when we’re together.

  He opens the passenger side door of his truck and lifts me inside. Pausing in front of me where he traces my mouth with his index finger. I can smell my arousal on his hand from earlier. I squeeze my thighs tight to ease the ache. It doesn’t help that he notices. The look he gives me is so intense I can barely breathe. He leans down slowly and places a kiss to my forehead, tucking my hair behind my ears as he rises back up. Gazing into my eyes like he’s seeing me for the first time.

  So sweet.

  So soft.

  I want more.

  I see the wheels turning in his head. His mouth opens then shuts. Dithering in the vocabulary box for what he wants to say. “That song. Those words,” his eyes are climbing inside of me. “Riley, I’ve never heard you be so open like that. You were breathtaking. I need a stronger word for beautiful because that is what you are. More than beautiful. Sexy beautiful. You are my home, pretty girl. You are everything to me. Everything.”

  My chest is tight and my heart throbs. I reach up to his face loving how he shuts his eyes and leans into my touch. It amazes me how much I love him. I painfully love him. Beautifully love him. When he opens his eyes they are glassy, full of emotion and returned love. “I never want to lose you, Riley. Never again.” It’s so sincere. I almost cry.

  I reach both hands up now to cup his cheeks and lean forward in my seat, turning until I’m facing him. “Never, baby. Never. I meant every word. You are the beginning, the end and forever for me, Josh. You’re everything in between. You’re everywhere.”

  Our lips meet and I know that there will never be another love like ours. This is it. That once in a lifetime love that you read about in romance novels, watch on sappy movies and hear about in songs. He’s my dream come true. He’s the hero in my novel. The lover in my Lifetime movie and the reason mus
ic has melody and harmony. He’s the whole package and he’s mine.

  We are soon to make a scene in this parking lot and he knows it. He basically pries my hands off of him because I can’t seem to stop myself. My control has been obliterated.

  I watch him walk around the truck and get inside. He starts the engine and gives me a side-glance with a smirk; so sexy I want to pounce. It’s that look and he knows it is. Challenging bastard. I know my eyes are speaking with words. I feel the warmth in my pores. My skin is on fire. I’m wet between the legs.

  “I like this skirt,” he says placing a hand right above my knee, gently squeezing. “You’re all naughty gothic catholic schoolgirl in this. It’s hot as fuck.”

  He keeps glancing between my legs and the road as he pulls out onto the street. Headlights glowing in the cab and street lamps pass on a blur. I can do nothing else but watch his face, his jaw ticks and his throat bobs when he swallows.

  Just hearing him say fuck makes me even more aroused than I already was. I place my hand on top of his and smile mischievously.

  “I feel naughty,” I tell him.

  He turns to look at me briefly with a stare that makes me squirm. I barely part my legs and glide his hand up my thigh. He groans and I bite my lip, stifling the moan I feel.

  “Riley,” he says my name with a warning. I don’t heed it. My skirt is up around my thighs, teasing his eyes when we stop at the red light. He’s watching me move his hand in between my legs, glancing to the road, to the rear view mirror, down to my lap. He’s torn.

  To touch? To drive? What to do?

  I give him the answer because I take his hand and place it just above my panty line. I use my pinky finger to lift the fabric and then I push his hand down. He can’t stop now. He’s there and it’s obvious what I want. I’m openly telling him to touch me, practically begging.

  “Please,” I moan the word as he moves his hand down and I rest back into the seat. Okay, literally begging him.

  “Fuuuuck,” he growls. The light must be green because a car behind us honks. He looks frustrated, very, very frustrated and it’s so hot. He presses the gas harder than necessary and my hips jerk forward into his hand.

  “Oh, God.”

  One hand on the wheel, one hand in between my legs and his eyes wild with lust is hotter than hell to me right now. He pulls over on the side of the road and that’s it. His finger pushes into me and I moan loudly. He lifts the center console and pulls me to the middle and lays me back against his chest. My knees come up in the seat, my legs falling open. Another finger now. His other hand is in my hair and the top half of my body turns into his chest. I grab his face and our lips mesh. Our tongues erotically dancing and tasting the others mouth with hunger. I want more. I want him.

  I move his hand and wiggle my way onto my knees, reaching down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. “Riley,” he says my name again in that warning tone.

  “Now!” I demand.

  I realize in this moment where we are in the front seat of his truck on the side of the road, him tugging his jeans down just enough to free his dick out of his boxers that Emily is totally right. I am a fiend for him. I totally want to fuck and be fucked. I make quick pace of removing my panties and climb on his lap, straddling him.

  Our lips connect as I slide down his length, both moaning and groaning at the same time. It won’t take long. We are both so turned on. I grab his hair and he grabs my hips, digging painfully into the skin. Up and down, taking all of him deep inside of me. I roll my hips at the same time he pushes up and glides his hands down my ass, “Josh, that feels so good,” I mutter against his lips.

  “Shit. Baby, you’re amazing.” He presses his lips into my collarbone as my pace increases. Faster. Harder. His hands are squeezing my ass painfully and I love it. “I love how you ride me,” he says in a ragged breath. “Riley, Riley, Riley…I love you,” he growls out the words, my name being spilled like declarations of love. He makes a seething sound that is ridiculously sexy, when I roll my hips.

  “I need to…Oh, Josh…I’m gonna…” My sentences, my words, nothing is making sense. All I feel is this, him inside me, and how incredibly perfect he fits and we move together.

  “Come for me, baby. Now. Together.”

  He nips at my ear and licks at my spot, his breathing warm and fast against my skin as his words are whispered. It can’t be stopped. I’m there and it’s beautiful. Stars surround us in red and blue colors igniting the most gorgeous fireworks as we orgasm together as one.

  As soon as our haze of lust is lifted I realize though that those aren’t stars or fireworks. They are police lights and they are directly behind us.

  “Shit, shit, shit!” I shout climbing off of him quickly and back into my seat. My legs are sticky and slick from our act and I didn’t get to bask in the waves as long as I wanted to.

  “For fuck’s sake,” Josh says and I can’t help but laugh at his choice of words. Yes, yes it was.

  He gets his pants up, but he’s all disheveled. It’s obvious what we just did and honestly, I have zero remorse, ticket or not. Josh is gorgeous right now. Thoroughly fucked and sated.

  He rolls the window down as the cop taps on it. “Yes, sir?” he asks all innocently composed.

  The cop peeks his head inside giving us both a once over. I spot my discarded panties on the seat and quickly tuck them under my legs.

  “Are you aware you’re in a tow away zone and partially in the road?” the man in blue asks.

  “No, sir, I didn’t. My girlfriend here was feeling sick and I just pulled over as quickly as I could. I’m sorry. She’s, um…she’s better now.” He clears his throat.

  I stifle my laughter by biting my lip painfully. I’m all better now.

  “Is that true, ma’am?” The cop looks over to me with concern, flashing a light into the window.

  I nod, blinking my eyes. “Yes, sir. I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m sorry.” Not a lie.

  The cop still looks skeptical looking between us, but nods his head. “You kids get going.” He pats his hand twice on the top of the truck letting us leave without incident. Well, without an incident that involved him.

  We watch him get back in his car and then crack up laughing. “I’m sick?” I ask Josh as I re-buckle my seat and adjust myself.

  He lifts a brow, “Couldn’t wait any longer?” he tosses back.

  I shake my head and pout. “I warned you. You’re just too irresistible.”

  He taps my nose with his finger. “Sick and twisted. That was cruel of you, Shaw.” He scolds me but he’s smiling. He enjoyed it just as much as I did.

  I lean over and kiss his cheek. “That was fun, Parker and you know it.” I correct him.

  He glances at me from the corner of his eyes, his smile growing wider. “It was, wasn’t it?”

  “M’hm,” I reply. The rest of the drive is spent with me snuggled into his side with a goofy grin on my face.

  I must have dozed off on his shoulder because the next thing I know he’s lifting me out of the truck and placing my purse on my stomach. “I can walk,” I say half-heartedly as I lay my head onto his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  He kisses the top of my head. “You could, but then you wouldn’t be in my arms right now and I want you in my arms always.”

  I smile to myself. “Always such a poet.” He pinches my side and I giggle.

  We pass a small moving truck on the way to my building. “Getting a neighbor it seems,” he notes. I look up and see that sure enough, there is a moving truck parked right outside our building.

  I shrug. “I didn’t know anyone had moved out.”

  He sets me down at the door and I reach into my purse to get my keys at the same time a door opens just a few feet down from us. Not just any door, though, but the door from Dean’s apartment. We both turn and freeze. Then again so does she.

  Preslee’s mouth opens and shuts, her eyes wide in surprise, and then an emotion crosses her face that is gone t
oo quickly for me to catch. She disappears inside the apartment again. What, no taunting this time? Just silence? That is strange.

  I drop my keys on the ground nonetheless, my knees feeling weak. Josh bends down to pick them up. I’m still frozen. He hands them back to me and says, “You didn’t tell me Dean was back.” I’m stuck on the fact that Dean is back.

  Stuck.

  I swallow and feel the hair on the back of my neck rise and the feeling as though we are being watched. Shaking my head in disbelief, I answer him. “I…I didn’t know,” I say in a small voice. Though, why is it so unbelievable? He lives there. And her? I don’t know. They’ve been manipulating situations for years. Makes sense they’d be together.

  The tears are stinging my eyes. Just as quickly, though, I feel anger. Intense anger for wanting to cry. Josh see’s the emotions flicker from one to the other. He looks torn, looking from my eyes then back to the door my enemy disappeared into.

  He pulls me into his chest, kisses the top of my head and then whispers, “Go inside. I’ll be right back.”

  He steps back and I grab his hand, “No, Josh. You’re not going over there!”

  He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses the inside of wrist gently. “Yes, I am. Now, go inside.”

  My mouth opens and shuts not knowing what to say to stop him, yet knowing nothing I say will stop him. Once his mind is made, it’s made. Part of me wants his protection and the other wants to shelter him from all of this.

  I do as he said, though, and leave him to confront them. Once I shut the door, I feel the panic attack strangling me. My hands begin to tremble, my heart starts racing and I can’t breathe. Oh, God. I press my back against the shut door and rest my hands onto my knees where I take deep breaths while hunched over. I begin counting and push off the door with anger.

  “No, this is wrong,” I say out loud to myself.

  I open the door and step outside, my stomach dropping when I hear the deep voice that I hear in my dreams. I follow the sound with my eyes, though my body hasn’t moved from just a few steps from my doorway. Dean is not in his apartment, obviously, which means Josh is there alone with Preslee.