A Forever Love, Part 2

by Sharon Cummin

  I was fucked, and I wasn't too proud to admit it. Grace was the only person that could rip my life and heart in two. She was cocky. She was stubborn. She was fucking perfect, and if I wasn't careful, she was going to be my undoing.

  Once I was dry, I pulled on boxers and a pair of shorts, grabbed my phone, and headed down to the kitchen to get a drink of water. As I stood there, looking down at my sister's phone on the counter, I couldn't help but wonder if Grace was thinking about me too. Was she in bed? Was she lying back with her hair fanned across her pillow? Would she slip her hand under the covers and touch herself as she thought about us?

  “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I whispered, as I stared at my sister's phone, afraid to do what I really wanted to. “Don't be a pussy.”

  I turned to walk away, but I couldn't do it.

  “Screw it,” I said, as I grabbed Julia's phone and brought it to life. “Not my fault you don't use a password.”

  I pulled up Grace's number and quickly typed it into my phone under the name Gracie, as a smile crossed my face. Then I set my sister's phone back down and headed back to my room.

  I crawled in bed and closed my eyes, but I couldn't get her out of my mind. The woman was driving me mad, so I pulled up her name on my phone and sent her a text. If I was thinking about her, she might as well be thinking about me too.

  Me: Do you still have sauce on your face? I can help you clean it off if you want.

  Chapter 8

  Grace

  I hadn't been able to fall asleep as quickly as usual. Sawyer was on my mind. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about him and the entire day. Just as I was finally dozing off, I heard the ding of my phone, and I jumped. Nobody ever text me that late at night. All I could think about were my parents or my husband's parents. Was it them? Were they okay? I grabbed for the lamp on my nightstand and quickly turned it on. Then I reached for my phone, brought it to life, and opened my messages. I didn't recognize the number, and that scared me. Then I read the text and fell back onto my bed. What an asshole, I thought. How could he do that to me?

  “I'm going to kick Julia's ass,” I said to myself, as I set the phone down and turned off the lamp.

  I was not going to give him the satisfaction of answering. It wasn't going to happen. No way! Who did he think he was?

  I stared up at the ceiling trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. The ding from that text had my heart racing. Then seeing what it said had my adrenaline pumping.

  After an hour of not falling asleep, I sat up, turned the lamp on, and grabbed my phone. I saved his number as a contact and set a different notification sound just for him. That way he couldn't freak me out again. If I heard it, I'd know exactly who it was. I'd wanted to save him under asshole, but I had to be careful in case Noah saw it, so I saved him under Sawyer. Once I was done, I sent a message. Maybe he had fallen asleep, and I would wake him up in return.

  Me: Who is this?

  When I heard his ding sound almost instantly, I felt a little let down. I hadn't woken him up.

  Sawyer: How many men saw you tonight with sauce on your face? I'm going to kill them.

  I shook my head and laughed.

  Me: Very funny! First, how was I to know the text was coming from a man? Second, tell your sister that I'm going to kick her ass.

  Sawyer: Don't take it out on her. It wasn't her fault. She doesn't have a password on her phone.

  Me: Maybe she should. I think I'll let her know exactly who she has creeping through her things.

  Sawyer: The damage is already done. I think you should just keep it to yourself.

  I couldn't believe he'd gone into her phone and stolen my number. Who did stuff like that? Maybe he was the reason they put passwords on phones in the first place. When another ding came, I couldn't help but see what he'd said next, and I'd instantly regretted it. The man didn't waste a second.

  Sawyer: So, did you get the sauce off your face? It was adorable, and if I'm being honest, it was damn sexy. Took all I had not to grab you by the back of your neck and lick you clean.

  I had no idea how to reply. What would you say to something like that? It didn't matter. I hadn't come up with a response yet when my phone dinged again.

  Sawyer: I want to taste you again, Grace. I'm hard just thinking about it, and that says a lot.

  Does it, I thought?

  Me: And why is that?

  Sawyer: I just jacked off to the thought of you not two hours ago.

  Shit! What? He definitely wasn't one to keep his thoughts to himself. Nope. He just threw them right out there.

  Me: Sawyer.

  Was it true? I couldn't help but wonder. Had he seriously touched himself? Of course he had. But was he thinking about me? Probably not. He was so full of himself. He always had been.

  Sawyer: What?

  Me: Leave me alone.

  Sawyer: Can you feel me?

  What the heck did that mean, I wondered?

  Me: What?

  Sawyer: Can you still feel me between your legs?

  Seriously! Did he seriously just ask me that? That man was so full of shit.

  Me: No! I barely felt you at all.

  There, take that, I thought.

  Sawyer: Oh really! So, I guess you calling my name and all those sexy moans that came out of you were just my imagination then.

  Me: Yep!

  Sawyer: Well, it was real for me. I got in the shower, hoping to get you off my mind, but you were all I could think about, Grace. The sight of your naked body had me wrapping my hand around my cock. I thought about having my fingers inside of you and couldn't help but stroke myself from base to tip.

  I read his text and couldn't help but think about his fingers inside of me too. My hand reached down under the blanket and then under my panties. I wasn't about to reply, but I wasn't going to stop reading his messages either.

  Sawyer: I thought about how I licked each finger clean. Then I thought about how you tasted on my tongue. Better than anything I've ever tasted in my life. My hand stroked my dick hard and fast, Grace, and it was all because of you.

  My fingers found my clit, and I began slowly moving in circles. When his mouth and fingers were on me, my skin was on fire. I felt every single move he made. The thought of him standing in his shower, with his hand wrapped around himself, had me so turned on. I could picture one of his hands against the wall as he did it. I could see the muscles in his back move with each stroke. My fingers began to move quicker. I couldn't help it. The man was so damn sexy. The thought of the water running over his skin as he pleasured himself had me wanting to see the live show. Shit! Just the thought of getting in with him had me spreading my legs and moving my fingers up and down my wet entrance.

  Sawyer: Being inside of you was like nothing I'd ever felt. Seeing your body rock beneath me, as I moved in and out of you, had me calling your name as I came. I emptied myself at the thought of you, Grace.

  I slid one of my fingers inside of me. Then I pushed in a second, and I rocked my hips as I thrust in and out over and over again. When he'd been inside of me, it had been like nothing I'd ever dreamed of. It had been so much more. Just thinking about him thrusting deep inside of me had me moaning his name as I pulsed around my fingers. I couldn't help it. That man did things to me. He made me feel so many emotions.

  Sawyer: What I wouldn't have given to have watched you cum just now.

  What, I thought, as I jerked out of the calm feeling I was in?

  Me: Don't flatter yourself.

  Sawyer: You know you did. I don't blame you. I'm in need of another shower, but this time, I'm going to picture you on top of me, riding my cock.

  I shook my head as I read his words, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to knock his lights out or if I wanted to think about that very same thing. He didn't need to know that though.

  Me: I would never touch myself to the thought of you.

  Sawyer: But you did.

  Me: You are such an asshole.


  Sawyer: Already knew that.

  Me: Leave me alone.

  Sawyer: Oh, baby, that's not going to happen. You're mine. You always have been. I heard you tell my sister that you've liked me forever. That just verified what I'd already known. You belong to me. Now that I've had you, I will never let you go.

  Shit! He didn't mean it.

  Me: We'll see about that.

  Sawyer: We sure will. Goodnight, Gracie!

  “Ugh!” I let out, as I threw my phone across my bed.

  He was so full of shit. I was just a challenge to him. It wouldn't take long before he'd get bored and move on. That I knew for sure. I just had to wait it out. Then Sawyer would be gone, and I'd never have think about him again.

  Chapter 9

  Sawyer

  I laughed as I set my phone down. Grace had no idea what she'd just done. I've never backed down from a challenge, and I wasn't about to start, especially since just seeing her would be a win for me every single time.

  I tried to sleep, but it didn't work. The woman had riled me up. So, instead of sleep, I got out my laptop and started shopping. There was a little boy that was in need of a real motorcycle toy. By the time I was done, I'd gotten him two very cool bikes. I'd added in a toy for my niece as well. If I left her out, she'd have my ass. I hit the checkout button, and man was that stuff expensive, but the two little ones deserved it.

  I set my laptop to the side, only to pick it right back up again. Then I searched for Grace. I couldn't help it. I had to see her social media pages. After about thirty minutes, I had given into the fact that she didn't have any. Was that even possible? Had she had them under a different name? Since I didn't know her new last name, I couldn't search it, but I'd searched everything else I could think of, and she was nowhere to be found. I knew the woman had kept to herself, but I'd had no idea just how serious she was about it.

  Grace had only been with one man before that day with me, and as bummed as I was that I hadn't been her first, I knew damn well that I was going to do everything I could to make sure that no other man ever touched her again. I'd failed her once. There was no way I'd ever do it again.

  As I stared up at the ceiling, hoping for at least a couple hours of sleep, all I could think about was Grace's body covering the blanket while I hovered over her, and again, I was as hard as steel. Fuck!

  “What are you doing to me, Gracie?”

  I knew she thought I'd give up if she kept fighting me, but that wasn't going to happen. I'd waited over ten years for her. I could wait a little longer.

  Chapter 10

  Grace

  I woke up exhausted. If he'd just left me alone, I would have slept, but he didn't. Once he was done aggravating me, it took me forever to fall asleep.

  Once Noah was up and ready, we got in the car and headed for school. I knew I looked rough, but I didn't care. I was going to hurry him to class and then get back home for my own class.

  We got out of the car, and I took his hand as we walked across the parking lot. As soon as we stepped onto the sidewalk, I saw Sawyer and stopped frozen. Him and Ava were standing next a little girl and her mom. The woman was more than obvious as she primped and tossed her hair while she talked, staring right at him. Then she let out a laugh, and I couldn't help but cringe when her hand went to his arm. I shook my head and let out a huff. It seemed not much had changed since high school. Maybe he'd move on even quicker than I thought, popped into my mind, and part of me couldn't help the sadness that filled me.

  “I'm going to let you,” I began saying, as soon as I snapped out of my thought, but Noah cut me off.

  “Ava,” he yelled out, pulling away from my hand and taking off toward them, leaving me standing there with his backpack.

  “Shit!” I whispered, as I rolled my eyes.

  I could have gotten away without Sawyer seeing me, but that wasn't going to happen. I'd walked Noah to class every day since school had started, and not once had I run into Sawyer, so why was it that he was suddenly appearing everywhere?

  When I had spotted Sawyer, I'd planned to hand Noah is backpack and let him walk in by himself, but that wasn't going to work. He'd need his backpack. There was no getting around that.

  “I guess I have to face the asshole,” I let out, as I slowly began moving toward them.

  Noah wrapped his arms around Ava and hugged her. It really was the cutest thing.

  “Noah!” I yelled his name, and he pulled away from her to look at me. “Come on! We have to go. You're going to be late if we don't.”

  “Okay,” he said, as he headed my way.

  As we walked toward the doors to the school, I made sure not to look Sawyers way. As far as I was concerned, I'd never seen him. I was just hoping he'd let it stay that way.

  “I love you,” I said, as I hugged Noah.

  “I love you too,” he said, as he hugged me quickly before pulling away, grabbing his backpack, and walking into class.

  I hurried to my car, ignoring the fact that I could hear my name being called out from behind me. I'd just pulled away when I heard his bike come to life. There was no missing that sound. I'd just gotten out of the parking lot when I heard my phone ding with his special tone, but I ignored it. I only had a few minutes to get back home, and I wasn't about to let Sawyer mess that up. He'd already done enough to distract me.

  When I got home, I hurried up the steps and into the house, closing the door behind me. Just as I turned to walk away, I remembered that Sawyer had no boundaries, so I turned back around and locked the door. Not that he was going to waste his time on me, but just in case, I had to do it.

  I kicked my shoes off and headed toward my table to set up my laptop. Then I hurried into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee to get me through the long day that was ahead of me. I'd been taking online classes, and my first one for the day was about to start.

  I'd had a whole year of college under my belt before I had Noah. Once he was born, I'd stayed home to care for him and then for my husband. He'd worked until the last possible moment. I didn't want him to, but he wanted to be sure I could survive for a long while before thinking about money. We'd saved every extra penny while we were together. He'd also gotten himself a very nice size insurance policy the moment he found out about our son. With all of that, I'd been able to stay home after he passed. I'd moved with Noah and had been able to unpack and adjust to our new place without even having to think about getting a job. Not once had I had to worry about food or where it would come from, and I would be forever grateful to him for that. If I continued living frugal, just as we had when we were married, I knew that Noah and I would be fine for a long while to come. It had also given me the ability to concentrate on getting back into school. I'd planned to get my associates. Once I had that, I'd worry about where to go from there. One step at a time. That was how I'd taken my new life, and that was how I planned to continue moving along. In the end, it would lead to me making an income of my own.

  As I waited for my instructor to start class, I remembered the ding of my phone, so I grabbed it to quickly check it.

  Sawyer: What's the rush?

  I shook my head and sent a message back.

  Me: You were busy. Seems not much has changed. I can only imagine the amount of attention you had while you were away.

  It didn't take long before he responded.

  Sawyer: What makes you say that?

  I let out a huff. Did he need it spelled out for him? I wasn't going to do that.

  Me: Can you deny it?

  I wasn't about to play the back and forth game. He could act as innocent as he wanted, but he wasn't, and that was that.

  Sawyer: Do you really want to know?

  Seriously! Did he just ask me that?

  Me: No! I don't. It's none of my business.

  Screw him! Ugh!

  Sawyer: Open your door.

  I knew I'd locked that door for a reason.

  Me: No!

  Sawyer: No?

  Me: Yeah, you
read that right. Not going to happen.

  Sawyer: Why not?

  Me: Because I'm busy. Not all of us can ride around all day flirting. Some of us actually have things to do.

  Sawyer: What makes you think I have nothing to do?

  Me: Because you just told me to open my door.

  Sawyer: And what do you have to do that's so important?

  Me: I have a class starting in less than five minutes.

  Sawyer: You're taking classes?

  Me: Is that so hard to believe?

  Sawyer: No.

  Me: I hadn't seen you one time before the dance. Is this a new thing, you taking Ava to school and picking her up.

  Sawyer: Would that bother you?

  Me: Not one bit. I just want to be prepared.

  Sawyer: For what?

  Me: To avoid you.

  Sawyer: You don't have to avoid me, Grace.

  Me: But I do. I have to go. Class is starting.

  Sawyer: What time are you done?

  Me: Just in time to pick Noah up.

  Sawyer: You have class all day?

  Me: I do.

  Sawyer: Can I see you tomorrow?

  Me: Nope.

  Sawyer: Why not?

  Me: I'm busy. Got to go. Bye.

  I flipped my phone to silent and set it down. I needed to concentrate. My classes were important to me, no matter what anyone else thought of them. The only number that could get a hold of me was the school. I'd had them set to bypass my phone's silent mode. The only person that would be stopping me from my classes was Noah. If he needed me, I'd be there, always. The rest of the world could wait, especially my new pain in the ass distraction.

  Chapter 11

  Grace

  Just as my last class ended, I leaned back to stretch my arms and my eyes moved down to the clock on my screen.

  “Shit!” I yelled out, as I jumped up from my seat. “I'm late. How can I be late?”

  My teacher had gone over, and I hadn't noticed, but my phone should have told me. My alarm should have gone off to let me know it was time to leave. It was only ten minutes, but that didn't matter. I was never late. I made sure of it.