My Forever Love (Crossing the Line Book 2)

by M. D. Stewart

  “Let’s shower, and I’ll order food. I want you under me as soon as possible, but we missed lunch. We’re going to need energy.” He pulled her gently to the bathroom with the large glass enclosed shower. Opening the door, he turned the water on and joined her in the tiled bathroom while the water warmed. He knew just how hot she liked the water when she showered.

  Her eyes roamed his body when she suddenly bit her bottom lip and dropped to her knees in front of him. She raised her hand and brushed her fingertips over the small tattoo on his left hip, between his hipbone and pubic hair. “Meine ewig liebe Lisbeth” She raised her eyes to meet his. “I remember when we got our tattoos in Hamburg. Did it freak you out as much as me when you saw you had one?”

  He watched her move her hair off her shoulder and recognized the permanent ink on her left shoulder blade. He’d picked out the design. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin, tracing the image. “Poor Jonas thought I was trying to flash him my dick. That about freaked him out as much as me seeing I had a tattoo.” He heard her snort and grinned. “There are so many things that I don’t understand about this, Lisbeth. I’m confused in so many ways, but just having you with me, I realize I can’t imagine my life without you.” He reached down and pulled her up before backing them into the shower.

  The tiled shower was large with a built-in bench on the opposite side as the shower head. They took their time, slowly soaping up each other, kissing, teasing and building their sexual need. He felt her lips and tongue teasing first one nipple then the other. He threaded his fingers through her hair, panting. He brought his lips to her ear, biting the lobe then moaning.

  He remembered how much she liked his dirty talk when she was hot. “Are you wet, Lisbeth? Is your pussy swollen? Do you want my cock inside you, fucking you?” He was rewarded with a sharp nip on his chest. “I want to bend you over and fuck you. Slam my cock hard against you as you finger your clit. Just like when we did in the tour of the castle in Bavaria.” She moaned and then turned in his arms.

  She bent over then looked over her shoulder, her look pure seduction. His gaze switched to her ass as she placed her hands against the bench, her pretty pink cunt on display for him. He put his hand on her lower back and ran his index finger down the crease of her ass to her pussy. He pushed in the digit feeling how wet and slick she was. She continued to focus on him, moaning as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean.

  She backed up, rubbing her wet slit against the head of his cock. “I’m waiting, big boy. Show me just how badly you want to fuck me.” He grinned and grasped the base of his cock with his left hand while bringing his right hand down and giving her wet ass a quick swat. She squealed but wiggled her ass with a smile. “Show me what that cock can do, Stieg. You’ve shown it to millions on the movie screen, but it’s mine. Shove it deep inside my pussy and fuck me until I scream.”

  She was perfect. So perfect for him, an extension of him and something he could never live without again. “I don’t know how I lived before you walked into that café.” He grabbed her hips and held her still while he pushed slowly into her body. He didn’t stop moving once he was seated but fucked hard and fast. “Touch yourself. I want to feel your fingers rub my cock as you play with your clit. Make yourself come on me.”

  She did just as he ordered. Her fingers slid over her body and brushed against his, making his balls draw up tight. “Work that clit fast, Lisbeth. That’s it, baby, that’s it.” He leaned forward, holding her hip with one hand and grabbing her nipples with the other. Her pussy clenched hard on his cock and he knew she was getting ready to scream in release. He wasn’t disappointed. He fucked her harder as her juices covered him, her hoarse cry echoing off the tile in the shower. He felt his toes curl as his balls got incredibly tight.

  He wanted to cover her ass with his come. Pulling out at the last second, he grabbed his cock and stroked, watching thick white come shoot over her skin, running down to drip off her clit. Still hard he pushed back into her body, jerking as his sensitive flesh was gripped by her warmth. Looking down, he rolled his hips inside her as his come slid over her, marking her as his. His groans turned into laughter as he continued to pump slowly inside her. “You make me crazy. You know just how to push me.”

  She reached between her legs and lightly scratched his sac. “It’s your fault for mentioning that tour of the castle.” He kept hold of her hips and pulled them back into the spray of the warm water.

  “I remember that month you spent with me in Germany. I’m starting to remember all the things we did, the places I took you to see, but I have memories of doing totally different things at that same time. I remember video chatting with you almost every single night when you went back to America but some of those nights I was sequestered, writing scripts or talking with others.” He gritted his teeth and pulled out of her slowly, he groaned as his sensitive skin was pelted with the warm water of the shower. He used his hand to wipe his come from her and rinsed her body. “I went to that castle in Bavaria a few months ago to scout for a movie, but I had no memories of us secretly fucking behind one of the tapestries. Now I remember it very clearly. The more I’m with you, the more memories I have of the last few years. Staying with you, and us video chatting when we were apart.”

  He kissed her tattoo gently before turning her to face him. He reached to the shelf and pulled off a shampoo bottle and poured a generous amount into his hand. After replacing the bottle, he rubbed his hands together then began to shampoo her hair. He smiled when she closed her eyes in bliss and heard her moan of pleasure. “I’ve never washed a woman’s hair, but I know just how you like to have your scalp manipulated because I’ve done it before. And I want to do it the rest of my life.” He pulled her mouth to his, exploring her mouth as he massaged her scalp.

  She broke the kiss and leaned back, her eyes shiny with tears. “I was just as confused as you, and I wondered if I had lost my mind, but there are answers. Let’s call Dr. Kensington and have them come down here for an early dinner. I think you’ll feel better once we all talk.”

  *****

  The fountain and misters were on in the enclosed yard and music was playing over the speakers when Stieg answered the knock. Dr. Lackney and Jonas stood there grinning. Dave, Sadie, and Marc were already outside with Lisbeth.

  “How is it you always know when there’s food?” He smiled as Jonas pushed past him with a huff. “Come on in, Dr. Lackney.” He barked a laugh when he read her t-shirt Ignored Scientists Make Disaster Movies Possible.

  “Oh please. Call me Tel dear, because I’m certainly going to call you Stieg.” She breezed in while he shook his head in amusement. His life had changed in a matter of hours, and so far, he loved it. Even Jonas seemed to like the new people in their lives. Before he shut the door, the butler arrived with the food cart. He moved the food to the patio and set up the plates.

  “Do you need anything else?”

  Jonas looked up to the butler and grinned. “Yes. Your number and when you get off duty.” The butler smiled but backed into the Villa and left.

  “God, you’re such a flirt, Jonas.” Stieg’s words made everyone chuckle.

  “What? He’s totally into me.” Jonas winked while looking over the food.

  “I think it’s the German accent. It’s very attractive.” Tel sounded certain. “It reminds me of Einstein. Sexy.”

  Jonas puffed his chest out. “That’s right. We are very sexy.”

  “Sit down and eat, Sexy. We have things to discuss.” Stieg grinned as he turned his attention to Lisbeth. He put his arm around her and kissed her temple before pulling her into his embrace.

  “Oh god, I think I’d rather hear you whining than see you all mushy-faced.” But Jonas was smiling, and his eyes were suspiciously bright.

  “See?” Tel announced, “Even that sounded sexy.” She’d never turned to face the rest of the group as she filled her plate with food.

  *****

  After dinner was finished, Marc clea
red his throat as he looked at Stieg. “I know you have to be overwhelmed with everything that’s happened. I just want you to know that what I’m going to tell you is classified information. I need to make sure that what I tell you isn’t repeated to anyone for any reason. It may be hard for you to explain to your family, co-workers or friends how quickly you and Lisbeth fell in love.”

  Jonas sat back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table. “Marc, if I may call you that.” At Marc’s nod, he smiled and took a deep breath. “I’m going to share something with you, so you know you can trust me.” He reached for the remote and turned the music up a little louder in the area before looking at Stieg who gave a nod.

  “I’ve known Stieg since the Deutsche Wiedervereinigung or German reunification. We met in grammar school. Life was harder right after reunification because no one trusted anyone else. Sure, on television it seemed like we were one big happy family, but the economy tanked, spies were everywhere trying to get ahead in the new government. To us kids, all we knew was what our parents and if we were lucky, grandparents, taught us about the people on the other side of the wall. And in my case, what the government education system taught us about the war and the ‘traitors’ of the West.

  “My parents were high up in the Communist Party, and when the wall came down, we lost our home, our money, everything. We moved to Berlin, hoping to get a fresh start. In school, I was treated like garbage by many of the students, and I got into more fights than I can count. Luckily, Stieg had great parents who had family living in the East. As a result, they taught him tolerance. He stood back to back with me against the bullies. I spent lots of time with him and his family. They loved me even though I was from the ‘other side’. The East was distrusted, and people from that side of the wall were universally rejected on every level. We both grew up hard and poor, but he found his talent, and I found mine. When I was eighteen, I joined the German Army. I just recently resigned to be his personal assistant and more quietly, his bodyguard. What most don’t know is I am former KSK.” Marc looked lost, but Dave leaned back in his chair.

  “Shit.” Dave’s exclamation drew everyone’s attention except Stieg, who was looking down at the table surface.

  “He’s very good at what he does. He may be a better actor than I ever was. No one suspects he’s Kommando Spezialkräfte.”

  “What the hell is the KSK?” Marc turned to Dave for answers.

  “It’s German Special Forces.” Dave looked stunned.

  “Operational Forces, Fifth Platoon.” Jonas’s voice was quiet, not boastful.

  “Fuck, you’re a sniper.” Dave sat back in his seat again, completely in shock, as was almost everyone at the table. “You’re telling us this because you want us to know that you have secrets as well. No matter what we say here, it will stay here.”

  “Right. What concerns Stieg, I feel I need to know. No matter that we have different parents, he is my brother. The bruder meines herzens, brother of my heart.” He looked over to Tel to gauge her reaction. “I’ve come to love you like my mother, Tel. I hope you knowing this about me doesn’t bother you or change your opinion of me.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t say, grandmother.” She sat for a long time digesting the information. “I don’t see you as any different. You’re a good actor though. What else is an act? Does that mean you’re not actually gay?”

  “I’m not that good an actor. That’s Stieg’s job.” He smiled. “I’m definitely gay.”

  “Pity for women everywhere.” Tel turned to Marc. “It’s time we give this young man some answers.”

  *****

  Stieg sat at the table staring at the drawing that Marc had made on the paper napkin. Everything made sense about the two timelines and the rip between them creating the crossover memories, but it was still a huge shock. He glanced to Jonas to see his reaction, but his expression was totally blank. Jonas only looked like that when he was deep in thought.

  “I can only say that I’m so happy that the other Lisbeth went home from Germany and took the job with KenSpec Labs. I’d never have met her otherwise.” He reached out and pulled her closer to him, kissing her gently. “My forever love.” He smiled as he pulled away from her and turned his attention to the people at the table. Jonas rolled his eyes and pretended to throw up.

  “I hope I never feel mushy and act like you are. Jesus, Stieg.” Reaching over, Jonas placed his hand on Stieg’s shoulder and squeezed. “Seriously. Of all the people I’ve known, you deserve this happiness.” He pulled Stieg to stand and hauled him in for a back-slapping hug then a big lip-smacking kiss. Jonas backed away and cupped both sides of his friend’s face and stared him in the eyes. “Now. Let’s stop this romance shit and fucking dance.”

  Someone turned up the music a little more, and Bruno Mars pounded out of the speakers. Everyone stood and started moving to the fast thumping song. Stieg grinned at his friend before pushing him gently away to turn and take Lisbeth’s hand. He pulled her against him and moved away from the table and began to dance. And he loved to dance. He placed his hands on Lisbeth’s hips and traced her curves up to her breasts before backing away and taking her hands in his. He twirled her before bringing her back into his embrace. He smiled as he lowered his lips to hers in a sweet and gentle kiss.

  “I can only feel that we are together because we are soulmates. I know people use that term rather loosely, but when I saw you standing with that microphone in your hand, something moved inside me. I know it sounds crazy, but I heard a click, like everything I’d ever needed or wanted, fell into place. Lisbeth, even with the oddness of this situation, I know I’ll never be happy without you.” He stopped dancing and dropped to one knee. “I can’t give you up again. Marry me.” Shock crossed her features before it morphed into pure happiness.

  “Oh, Stieg! Yes, yes I’ll marry you!” Stieg stood quickly, grabbed her around the waist and twirled in the air. He felt like he stepped into his own romance movie. He put her on the ground and pulled her tight against him, one hand cupped the back of her head, the other on her ass as he pulled her against him. He kissed her breathless until someone cleared their throat breaking them apart.

  “I can guess we’re planning a wedding soon.” Jonas was grinning as Stieg looked up from Lisbeth.

  “Yes. I want to get married now. Right now. This is Vegas, there are wedding chapels everywhere. I don’t have a ring, but we can get one.” Stieg laughed as he looked at Lisbeth’s shocked face. “What do you say? We have everyone here. Am I rushing you? Do you want to wait? I can wait until you’re ready.”

  “No! I don’t want to wait, I just don’t have anything to wear and like you said we don’t have rings.” Jonas was reaching for the phone on the table.

  “We’re staying in one of the best hotels on the strip. We have butler service, and I’m sure they can find someone to help you out with everything you need to be done. Let’s do this thing.”

  *****

  Within thirty minutes, Tomas, the butler on duty, had come to the room with a bag from a designer clothing store and an older gentleman with round glasses carrying a wide suitcase. They were escorted by an armed security guard who stayed by the door. The older man put the case on one of the tables and opened it to reveal several velvet-covered drawers lined with rings. Lisbeth almost swallowed her tongue at all the shiny jewels and metals. “Holy cow.” Stieg came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “Let me pick one for you.” He kissed her neck and pushed his erection against her ass, causing her to smile. “I told them to bring all the rings that were your size so that it will fit. It’s not unusual for Germans to wear wedding rings on the right hand, but I think I’ll stick to the American tradition of the left hand. And,” he turned her to face him, “I want you to pick out a ring for me as well. A tattoo isn’t enough to let the world know I belong to you.” She smiled as he placed kisses on her neck. “I love you, and I want the world to know I’m your husband.”

  “Well
, your tattoo is in a place that most people won’t see.” He grinned, his dimples showing. “Unless you are in another nude scene.” She grinned back as he pulled away from her to look at the rings. Within seconds, he reached for a set. The engagement ring was a cushion cut diamond surrounded by cinnamon-colored stones set in platinum, paired with a plain platinum wedding ring. It was simple, elegant and perfect.

  “This one. The colors remind me of cinnamon rolls and the day we met in Leipzig.” The older gentleman smiled. Lisbeth wasn’t sure if it was due to the cost of the wedding set or his sense of romance.

  “Beautiful choice, sir. I’ve done this for decades, I can tell when couples are meant for one another. When you picked that ring based on something so sentimental and meaningful to you both, it shows the depth of your feelings for her.” Well, that was her answer.

  The older gentleman pulled out a drawer with men’s rings and looked at her. “If I may?” Lisbeth nodded when he turned his attention to the rings. He pulled out a ring and smiled as he held it out for her approval. Her hand shook slightly as she took the wide platinum band with a thin row of the same square-cut cinnamon-colored stones. “It’s not an exact match but unique nonetheless.”

  *****

  Tons of videos and pictures were taken on cell phones of the ceremony held in the back of the Villa. The minister made an exception to have it there rather than the chapel because of the gun threat called in earlier that day. The small group ordered a bottle of champagne and toasted the happy couple. The sun was setting before Stieg and Lisbeth were left alone. This was the most amazing day of his life. He knew his family would want a traditional church wedding when they came to Germany. Most Germans had two weddings, one civil, the other in a church.