Forever

by Saffire , Blue

  “I need to get you to my bed.” I chuckle and kiss her sweaty face. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Eva

  I can’t believe it, I had hot, dirty sex with Brick. Sorry, Owen. None of my dreams measured up to the real thing. He’s huge.

  Not only in length, but his girth is more than impressive. I know I’m going to be super sore in the morning, but I don’t care.

  We lie there covered in sweat on his bike for a few minutes, before he pulls out of me and scoops me into his arms. With little effort, he carries me to the elevator that takes us up to the main level of his apartment. He makes me feel much smaller than I am.

  He walks us straight into his bedroom, placing me in the center of the bed before he heads into the en suite bathroom. He returns with a wet washcloth and climbs on the bed prying my legs open.

  I look away shyly and hear him chuckle. He leans over my body, cupping my face with his free hand. He kisses my lips softly. It’s a tenderness I’m not expecting.

  “This is mine. Don’t be shy with me, darlin’,” he says against my lips, gently stroking me clean with the washcloth in his hand.

  He pecks my lips one more time before returning to his task. Once satisfied with his job, he tosses the rag and starts to remove my shoes. He then pulls my dress the rest of the way off and unclasps my bra from my torso. I squirm on the bed, feeling exposed and uncomfortable.

  I mean, look at him. Brick earned his name from Cage once he started to bulk up as a teen, or at least that’s what everyone says. Me, on the other hand, I’m jelly and rolls to compliment.

  Owen gives me a knowing look. “You are beautiful. Every inch of you. You don’t see yourself like you should. Sexy, curvy, toned, and perfect,” he says while punctuating his words with kisses to my lips, belly, thighs, and then he starts his way back up my body.

  “If you say so.” I snort.

  He looks up from my belly, where his lips just finished caressing my skin. Like a panther he climbs up my body. “Darlin’, you know the code better than anyone else. I don’t lie, so when I say you’re perfect, that’s the truth,” he says as he hovers above me, his nose to my nose.

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  He fists a handful of my hair and tugs my head back. His full lips come down on mine, setting my body ablaze all over again. He groans into my mouth and cups one of my breasts with his free hand. I arch my back, pushing into him. I love the feel of his beard brushing my skin and grazing my lips.

  He plays my nipple with his thumb like his favorite instrument. I’m so hot for him, I feel like my skin is burning. His heated body hovering above mine does nothing to help the situation. He’s only scorching me with his masculine heat and power.

  His kiss is hungry and commanding. I don’t realize I’m fisting the sheets until my fingers start to hurt from the death grip I have on the fabric. Owen breaks the kiss only long enough to tear his own T-shirt over his head. I try to give as good as I’m getting. Releasing the sheets, I reach for his back and dig my nails in.

  He growls and shifts his big body to shove his jeans off. He moves again until he’s lined up with my entrance, his thick shaft pushing at my folds. I’m so wet. He slides easily up and down my drenched lips. I rock my hips in frustration, needing him to penetrate me now.

  “You want my cock, baby girl?” He chuckles against my lips.

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “Tell me how much you want me,” he says, and I feel myself gush at the sound of his husky voice.

  “Please, I need you.”

  “How much, baby?” he replies, looking me in my eyes. His green stare burns through my soul.

  “Please, Owen, I need you so much it hurts,” I moan.

  “Mmm,” he grunts, but he doesn’t slide into me the way I need him to.

  Instead, he moves down my body and settles between my legs. I shoot my hands into his hair. He grips my thighs and takes his first lick of my inner thigh, only to follow with a lick on the opposite one as well.

  The brush of his beard and tongue on my skin has me keening for more. When he takes his first stroke against my puffy, wet lips with his tongue, I lose it. I tug at his hair and bow my back off the bed. His lips curl into a smile against my skin, right before he dives in like he’s starting a feast.

  He licks, sucks, and nibbles on my clit, overwhelming my body with the stimulation. I squeeze my thighs around his ears and cry out his name. Misty is always telling me what I’m missing by not having sex. God, was she right.

  I ride Owen’s face as I tug his hair while he devours my pussy. I’m already mourning the loss of this type of loving. Where will I find a man who can satisfy me like this after tonight?

  I’m not fooling myself with thoughts that I can have this ever again. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be a distant memory to Brick.

  He’ll go back to his life and I’ll go back to mine. With that thought, I ride his face harder. I want to soak up all this pleasure for my future memories.

  “Owen, I’m… Oh God… I’m… yes, I’m coming,” I pant.

  I’m breathless as my orgasm shatters me into a million pieces. I’m still clutching his hair when he crawls up my body and plants a kiss on my lips. I moan into his mouth when he seeks my tongue with his and I taste myself on his lips.

  I gasp when he slides into me finally. It’s not hard, but it’s not slow either. I’m so slick, my body allows his large shaft to move into me smoothly as he stretches my walls to accommodate his girth. I bury my face in his neck and muffle my cries of pleasure as he starts to move his hips in and out.

  “This is my pussy, Eva,” he grunts.

  It’s the second time he has spoken those possessive words. He has no idea how much I want them to be true. I would be in heaven if Brick would make me his old lady. I’d let him brand me in a heartbeat. Just the thought has me so wet and needy.

  “Fuck, Eva,” he calls out as I start to rock my hips to the steady rhythm he has set.

  Owen shifts to his knees and really starts to work his hips, rolling and thrusting them hard into me. I cry out and he starts to pound into me with earnest. I can feel him swelling even more inside me.

  “Ah, Owen, I can’t hold on much longer,” I moan.

  “Don’t hold back. Let it go, baby,” he groans before tugging my head back so he can cover my lips.

  I cry my release into his mouth, and he swallows it whole as he hisses out his own release only moments later. I’m vaguely aware of him pumping his seed deep inside me as his cock twitches with the gush of his release. I smile sleepily as I come down from my heavenly, Owen high.

  He kisses my temple. “Sleep, baby, I’m going to want you again,” he breathes.

  Chapter 3

  Consequences & Truth

  Brick

  My phone is buzzing insistently on the nightstand. All I want is a few moments of sleep, I have to be in the office at nine a.m. I didn’t get back to my place after rescuing Eva until after one a.m. We fucked until at least six. Well, I reached for her a few times after she’d fallen asleep with each mind-blowing session.

  If I didn’t have to get up for work, I probably wouldn’t have let her up for air at all. I’m addicted to that warm pussy between her legs. It doesn’t help that she lets loose more and more each time I’m inside her.

  Eva turned into a real hellcat in the wee hours of the morning. I’m not complaining. I loved every single second of it.

  I may be the CEO of the firm, but I take my job seriously. I have a few projects on the table that need my attention. All I want is an hour of sleep.

  I would be good if I could get that. At thirty-one, my body doesn’t recover the way it used to. Working on site and fucking Eva into oblivion are calling my ass out right about now.

  “Fuck,” I grumble as my phone starts buzzing again.

  This is the best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time. Its heaven having the weight of Eva’s body on top of mine, while I have one arm wrapped around her waist, cupping
that lush ass of hers. Her warmth is pulling me under to just sleep and ignore the phone.

  Fighting it, I pull my heavy lids open. I reach for my phone, so it doesn’t wake her at least. I curse again as I see I’ll need to get up in a few anyway. I grit my teeth, preparing for what’s on the other line.

  Swiping the screen, I answer the call. “Hello,” I grumble low into the connection.

  Eva stirs on my chest and sighs, not waking, but nuzzling deeper into my heat. I lift my hand from her ass and absently play with the hair at her temple. It’s so soft beneath my fingertips. Not like my hair, but still soft to the touch.

  “Where the fuck is Eva?” King growls into the phone. “She’s not answering her damn phone.”

  I sigh inwardly. I knew this was coming. Like I said, if I had an ounce of a brain, I would have taken Eva home last night. I sat awake in between our bouts of lovemaking, trying to figure out how to handle this.

  I won’t lie to my brother. That’s not an option. I also won’t hide how I feel about Eva any longer. She belongs to me. If I have to go toe to toe with my best friend over this, then that’s what I’ll have to do. I’m not letting her go.

  I think carefully over my next words. I don’t want to get into a heated argument with Eva laying here in bed with me. I don’t want to wake her if I can help it. I go to slip from beneath her, but she follows me like a magnet. I chuckle inwardly and give up trying to move.

  “She’s with me. She was shaken up last night, so she came to my place.” This isn’t a lie that I tell.

  Eva was in shock from the moment she stepped out of that bathroom. It was written all over her beautiful face. Whether it was because of the situation or because I had come for her, is something King doesn’t need to know right now.

  King sighs into the phone, but his next words cause my brows to draw and my chest to tighten. “I need another favor. She can go to the apartment to pack a few things, but I need you to keep her with you until I can smooth some shit over,” King says sounding so unlike my brother.

  He sounds frustrated, unfocused, and almost desperate. This time I do pull my body from beneath Eva’s and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I stand and pad my way into the bathroom. My chest is tight with the need to go to war for my woman’s safety.

  “What’s going on?” I growl into the phone. “Some motherfucker have a death wish?”

  King releases another breath. I can see him shaking his head in my own mind. “No brother, this shit is on me. I don’t want to involve Eva in my shit. I just need some time. I know this is asking a lot, I need a few weeks. I don’t need to complicate this any further. Trust me, when I wrap my head around this shit, we’re going to need to have a few beers together,” King says.

  The turmoil in his voice is clear. I think better of adding to his stress by telling him about me and Eva right at this moment. It can wait, for now. Something tells me King has tipped the scales on something that has been long coming. If it’s what I think it is, this could work in my favor.

  “You know I have your back, brother,” I say. “She’s good with me. I’ll take her to the apartment before I head into the office. I’ll just have to move some things around.”

  “Thanks, brother,” King says sounding relieved. I feel like shit. He’s asking this of me, thinking he can trust me. “Make sure she gets her ass up for her interview and gets there on time. I don’t want her thinking things are being handed to her. I spoil her and Sal enough. The women in my life drive me fucking insane. Listen, I gotta go.”

  Eva

  I feel the absence of his warmth instantly. I crack a lid open to see Owen’s perfect ass walking into the bathroom before he disappears behind the door. I groggily notice his phone in his hand. As my brain clears and his muffled voice in the other room start to reach me, I become self-conscious and wonder if it’s his girlfriend on the other line.

  I have seen the women Brick dates. They are the total opposite of me. Tall, thin, once or twice, I have seen him with a Latina woman, but calling her curvy next to me is an understatement of the century. For the most part, he dates classic Barbies.

  I huff in frustration with myself. I was so caught up last night. I should have never let this happen.

  I’ve just wanted him for so long. If I really tell the truth, I don’t regret it. Not even as my body screams sorely at me.

  Owen is insatiable. He reached for me countless times last night, bringing me to the point of blackout with pleasure I never knew was possible. My chest tightens with jealousy as I think of any other woman knowing the pleasure he gave my body.

  I mentally prepare myself for the walk of shame I’m about to do. I lift up from his bed and collect my clothes. I put on my bra, remembering my destroyed panties with a shake of my head, before stepping into my dress and sneakers. I look around for my purse and remember it’s still with Brick’s bike.

  I need my phone to call a cab. I look at the bedside table and curse when I see the time. I have to get home and get ready for my interview. I move to leave out of his bedroom when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and the room turns frosty cold.

  “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Brick demands from behind me.

  I turn on my heels slowly and crane my head back as he moves across the room to close the space between us. Even without shoes, he looms over me with his imposing height.

  Instinctively, I place my hand on his chest when he’s right in front of me. The pissed expression on his face softens a bit as he places his hands on my hips, pulling me into his warm body and hard erection. My own desire pools between my legs and I’m shocked my body can still react after all the times he has taken me already.

  “I need to get home and I didn’t want to be in your way. I just thought I’d call a cab,” I murmur.

  Owen snorts, he cups the side of my face before leaning down and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that buckles my knees. I wrap my arms around his neck, forgetting the fact I haven’t freshened up and have morning breath. He doesn’t seem to care.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he commands. “Get your pretty ass back on the bed. Once I shower and dress, I’m taking you to your place to get some things and then I’ll drop you at your interview.”

  “How do you know about my interview?” I ask, drawing down my brows.

  “You’ll be surprised by what I know about you, sugar,” he says with a wicked grin. He releases me and turns back for the bathroom. “You’ll need to pack enough for a few days, maybe weeks, baby.” He turns his head back in my direction and his hot gaze travels over my body. “If I had more time, you’d be taking a shower with me. Tomorrow.”

  He says the last word with so much promise before he disappears into the bathroom again, leaving me stunned. I blink a few times before I have no choice but to follow his instructions. I take a seat on the edge of the bed and ponder his words.

  When they start to sink in, a smile spreads across my lips. He wants me to stay with him. I bite my fist to stifle my squeal as I fall back on the bed. This can’t be happening.

  I pop up, sitting up straight once again and frown. One thought runs through my head.

  King is going to kill us.

  Chapter 4

  In the Shadows

  David

  Somewhere in New York…

  “I need more time. You have to buy me more time,” she snaps into the phone. The woman is frantic, and I can’t blame her.

  The shit is getting ready to hit the fan. I have bought her all the time I can. At this point, I can do no more and I really don’t care. I need to get as far away from all of this as I can.

  I will not be able to return to Brazil and most of the States are off-limits to me now. I really know how to get myself in the middle of a mess. It’s no longer worth the trouble.

  I sigh heavily into the phone. I didn’t know I was digging myself into such a big hole in the beginning. These two broads are going to be the death of me if I don’t w
alk away now.

  “There’s nothing I can do. It is already in motion. He knows everything. His new connections already wanted a reason to go after your little boyfriend and his friends.” I shrug as if she can see me. “This is on you. I have no more help for you.”

  “Listen to me, you care for me, don’t you? He doesn’t even care what happens to me or his own family. I need just a little more time,” she whines and purrs as if that will make me change my mind.

  I’ve learned to see through her. The manipulation on this one. Dios, I was so stupid.

  “I think this is where you keep going wrong, chica. You are mistaking the feelings we men have for you. You were fun to play with in my bed. Now you have become an inconvenience. Do not call me again. I have nothing for you,” I snap into the phone. I am growing wary of all of this.

  She releases a sharp gasp over the phone. I can feel her recalculating her strategies, but I will have none of it. I wave over one of my men, covering the phone, I whisper his instructions. I need to cover my tracks before I disappear. I really have made a true mess of things.

  It’s not like I have ever really called any one place home, but now I’ve gotten myself into the deep end in the few places I didn’t have to watch my back in the past. I don’t want to know what my cousin has planned for me when he finds out of my involvement here.

  “David, please,” are the words she settles on.

  “Jemma is your only hope,” I reply and cut the call.

  I place the phone to my forehead. My words are true. Jemma is her only hope. Whether I have a change of heart or that batshit crazy woman actually comes through for her, is a question of life or death for her as well as me. I just don’t think I will be sticking around to find out.