Forever

by Patterson, Tiffany

  “Landon, fuck me, baby!” I pant out as he pulls me to all fours pushes my thong to the side and begins pushing his already stiff cock into me. I can hardly believe he is ready to go again, but this man has the energy of a person half his age. “Ummm,” I moan as I feel every ridge of his bare cock invading me.

  “That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” he grunts as I begin throwing it back on him. This man might be damn near twice my size and built of solid muscle, but I didn’t get these thick thighs from my mama for nothing. I curl my fingers into our fourteen hundred count bedsheets and give as good as I’m getting. Shit, this feels so good! I try to say out loud, but all that comes out are loud moans. I begin to feel fluttering in my pussy walls and know I can’t hold on for much longer. Landon feels it too and yells at me to cum. I do.

  “Oh, my God!” I cry out as I cum, feeling the orgasm rip through my entire body.

  Behind me I hear grunts and moans as Landon cums again. I feel another round of his hot semen penetrate my insides. We both take time gasping, and catching our breaths as we come down from our orgasms.

  “You need to get off the birth control so we can make a baby next time,” Landon’s deep voice says from behind me.

  I smile and look back at him over my shoulder. “You know my rule.”

  I laugh at his grunt. I refuse to drop the birth control until we’re officially husband and wife. That is one concession I will not make.

  “Then marry me,” he says, rising from the bed.

  I stop him with a hand to his chest. “You just lay here. I’ll clean you up,” I say. “And I am going to marry you. Just have some patience.” I laugh again at his grunt as I stroll naked, into our bathroom to pee, wipe myself off, and retrieve a warm cloth to wipe Landon down. I return a few minutes later and watch Landon’s half-lidded gaze eye my body up and down. When he licks his lips, I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling. I reach the bed and begin to wipe him down. He lays there with one hand behind his head, watching me clean him with those devilish eyes.

  “You’re insatiable,” I say when I reach his semi-erect cock. I cannot believe he’s soon ready for another round.

  “Yup. Come here,” he demands, as he pulls me onto the bed with him. He tucks me into his side and kisses me on the forehead. I willingly let him pull me in tight.

  “Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”

  “You’re welcome, baby. You seem really stressed lately. Is everything okay?” I ask. I see his eyelid briefly lower at the same time his arm tightens around me.

  “Just business. Everything’s fine. Tell me about your day,” he says, and I get the feeling he’s keeping something from me.

  Instead of questioning him more about it, I begin telling him about my day.

  Chapter Four

  Landon

  “I have a feeling something is going on.”

  My body stiffens at those words. I briefly wonder if Mel knows about Mindy and her threats. The woman has gone completely insane. “Something’s going on?” I question out loud.

  “Yeah, with Gabriella. She came in with a bruise under her eye and said it was from a fight, but I haven’t heard anything about a fight from any other kids. They’re usually more than willing to spill about a fight.”

  I let out a silent breath as Mel continues talking about her student. She has an affinity for all her students, but she has a special affinity for this one. Relief courses through my body as I realize Mindy’s threats haven’t made it to Melody’s ears.

  I attempt to console Mel about her student. “I’m sure she’ll be all right,” I say. Mel can become very wrapped up in her students’ lives. I remember very vividly when I walked in our bedroom after returning from an away game, and seeing her curled up in a ball crying when her former student was sentenced to nearly twenty years in jail after a fight led to the death of another girl. I held her for most of that night as she mourned the permanent loss of one student and the essential removal of the other life of the young girl who would spend a good portion of her adult life behind bars.

  “I hope so.” She sighs in response to my earlier comment.

  “She will. She has the best school psychologist in the whole damn state working with her,” I croon in her ear, before nipping her earlobe and kissing her forehead.

  “I don’t know about all that,” she retorts.

  “I do. That’s why we need to start making our own babies. So you can give all of that love to a few of our own kids.

  My girl looks up at me and rolls those big eyes at me. “You already know my position on that.” She lays her head back on my chest.

  I run my hand through her thick, tightly coiled hair that was curled, but is now a ruffled mess all over her head. I love it best when it’s like this. It reminds me that I have just fucked the shit out of the woman who will be mine for the rest of my life. “So, marry me,” I return.

  She sighs loudly. “I am going to marrying you,” she says, exasperated.

  I grin as the question begins to form on my lips. “Today?”

  “Shut up.” She giggles, thinking I am kidding, but I’m not.

  “I’m serious. Marry me today. Well, it’s almost eleven. Tomorrow.”

  Mel must sense the seriousness in my tone because she picks her head up from my chest, staring at me with a questioning look on her face.

  “Marry me now. We can fly our families out to Puerto Rico tomorrow and have a ceremony right on the beach. You’re always saying how you don’t even want a big wedding. This way it’ll just be you and me and those who matter to us,” I say as I grip her face in my hands.

  “You’re serious,” she states, her eyes still on mine.

  “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life. Not even when I threw the game-winning touchdown to Simmons in the final seconds of Super Bowl 47.”

  At that, Melody dips her head and giggles. My chest fills with that usual warm feeling whenever I hear it.

  “Only you would come up with a football analogy to convince me to marry you,” she says, still laughing. “Yes.”

  My entire body fills with that same warm feeling at that one word. I move quick as lightning, flipping her onto her back and resting my body on hers. I stare down into those huge eyes and beautiful oval shaped face. “Yes?” I ask, sounding like a kid who just got every item on his Christmas wish list.

  This time Mel reaches up to grip my face, pulling my head down so my lips hover just above hers. “Yes, Landon Rogers, I will marry you, to—”

  I don’t even let her finish her sentence before I crush her lips with mine. Relief, need, and love is what I feel in this moment, and this woman has provided all three of these emotions. I know I need to get on the phone to wake up my personal assistant so he can start making arrangements, but right now I need another round of Melody before I can do anything else. I move down to kiss her neck, when she begins pushing me up.

  I pull back, looking down at her, confused.

  “I shouldn’t let you defile me again until our wedding night.”

  I chuckle at that and lean back down to take her lips, but she turns her head.

  “I’m serious, Landon. We should wait until our wedding night.”

  I feel her squirm to try to get out of my grasp, but instead of letting her go, I grip her around the waist and rub my hardening cock against her core. I smirk when I feel her shiver. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I growl low in her ear, before licking her ear and biting her earlobe.

  “Mmmm-y-yes. I-I’m suuure,” she replies even while her legs widen slightly, allowing me greater access to her middle.

  “You’re really sure you want to wait until we’re husband and wife for me to give you what your body is asking me for?” I tease as I move my hand down to her middle, feeling her wetness.

  “Umm,” she sighs.

  “Well, if you insist,” I say before releasing her and moving quickly to rise from the bed.

  “Landon!” Mel yells and I
find it difficult to keep a straight face.

  “You insisted, sweetheart.” I shrug, nonchalantly. “I need to make some calls anyway. We gotta get this ball rolling if we’re getting married in the next twenty-four hours.” I grin and wink at Mel who is now giving me the stink-eye. Before I lose my composure and take her again, I turn, grabbing my cell off the nightstand and head toward the huge oak wood dresser to grab a pair of sweatpants. I smirk even wider as I hear Melody sigh behind me.

  “I can’t believe you!” she pouts.

  I can hear the vestiges of desire in her voice mixed with her annoyance. That gets me, and I laugh out loud. Suddenly, I feel something hit my back. I turn just in time to see one of our goose down pillows hit the floor. I return my gaze to the love of my life who is now wearing an adorable scowl. I laugh even harder as I dial my personal assistant, Walter’s number. I know it’s damn near midnight, but at this point I don’t care. Melody has just agreed to marry me today and he needs to get up and start making arrangements. Usually, I wouldn’t bother him this late, but this is my marriage we’re talking about, so he will just have to deal.

  I take one last look at Mel who is still scowling. I send her another wink just as Walter answers.

  “Hello,” his voice is groggy and full of sleep.

  “Walter, get up. Mel and I are getting married tomorrow. We need you to make some preparations,” I say, strutting out of the room, feeling like I’m ten feet tall. After the few weeks I’ve had dealing with Mindy’s threats and lies, knowing Melody will soon carry my last name has me breathing a little easier.

  Chapter Five

  Melody

  We didn’t get married the following day. It turns out even the great Landon Rogers has some limitations. It took time to make the arrangements for both sets of parents, Landon’s teammate and best friend, Tank, and his wife, and Marco. And then there were the lodging accommodations and the confidentiality agreements. Yes, my controlling man had his lawyer draw up confidentiality agreements that he had everyone, including his own mother, sign binding them to withhold all information regarding our nuptials from the public and all media outlets. So, instead of getting married the following day, it is now two days later that I find myself barefoot on a beach in a sleeveless, white linen sundress marrying the man of my dreams.

  It took barely forty-eight hours to put a whole wedding ceremony together, and you would think anyone would have been satisfied with that. Not my Landon, though. He was pissed it took more than a day to arrange a destination wedding. I smile wider as I stand toe to toe with him, my hands in his as he repeats our wedding vows from the officiant. His sparkling eyes are so ardent, I can’t look away from him. His gaze enraptures me as he promises to love me for better or for worse and in sickness and in health. I feel his vows all the way down to the depths of my soul, and I know he means every word he says.

  “At this point in time, the couple has opted to add a few words of commitment to one another of their own,” the officiant says. “Landon, please,” he says, doing a sweeping motion with his hand, prompting my man to continue with the rest of his vows.

  I feel strong fingers grip mine even tighter and pull me in close. We are now standing just inches apart. I see all the emotion in Landon’s gaze, and I’m overcome with emotion.

  “Melody, it was on this very island that we met not even a year ago, but I knew from the moment I saw you in that red bathing suit by the pool that you would be mine.”

  I giggle as he recalls seeing me in my red bikini last summer.

  “I wasn’t expecting to fall in love on vacation, but your light and energy spoke to something deep within me. You have given me a sense of calm that I have never felt before. Not even on the football field.” He pauses and smirks as our guests laugh at his little joke. His expression turns serious again. “You are my world. I don’t know how it happened in such a short period of time, but you have become my life. My every breath is for making sure you are happy and well-loved. I promise to keep you safe, to make sure you always have a place to call home, and that a day never goes by that you are not told how special you are. Today begins the rest of our future because you and I are forever. Thank you for agreeing to be my wife. I love you, Melody Rogers.” He reaches up to my face and uses his thumb to wipe away the tears that are now streaming down my face.

  I can barely see him through my blurred vision, but I feel when his soft lips touch mine. I feel his hand grip my waist and pull me in even closer. His lips move over mine, urging my lips apart, and I willingly comply. I moan as Landon plunders my mouth, staking his claim. I can’t help but get completely wrapped up in our moment until I hear our officiant clear his throat.

  “Sorry to interrupt, but it’s not quite time for that part yet, Mr. Rogers,” he scolds.

  Landon glowers at the poor man who shrinks under his glare. “I’m making it the right time.”

  I tug on Landon’s hand to bring his attention back to me. “Babe, I haven’t said my vows yet,” I remind him. Out of the corner of my eye I see the officiant visibly exhale in relief.

  In an instant, Landon’s scowl turns to one of love as he plants his gaze back on me.

  “Landon Rogers, you came into my life like a whirlwind. I came to Puerto Rico looking for some fun and relaxation and I stumbled upon the love of my life. I don’t normally believe in fate, but I know meeting you here was meant to be. You are my other half. Even when I left without saying goodbye, you didn’t give up on us. Thank you for not letting my insecurities get in our way. I now know what real love feels like and I’m never letting it go because you and I are forever.” I just barely manage to choke through the last part of my personalized vows.

  “You better pronounce us husband and wife in the next two—”

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” our officiant declares, cutting Landon off.

  My new husband cups my face with his large, calloused hands and pulls me in for another kiss that has me grasping his strong arms to maintain my balance. Somewhere in the distance I hear our family and friends applauding and whistling, but Landon’s mouth on mine always leaves me mindless and in a heavy daze. When he finally pulls back, he continues to hold onto my face, resting his forehead against mine. I become lightheaded when I see the sheen of wetness covering his eyes.

  “Forever,” he whispers, his voice is hoarse and thick with emotion.

  I wrap my fingers around his wrists and nod slightly. “Forever,” I choke out.

  “I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Landon Rogers,” our officiant announces and the background applause and cheers becomes even louder. However, neither Landon nor I take our eyes off one another. My cheeks begin throbbing from smiling so widely, but I can’t close my mouth or stop the rush of tears that continues to fall from my eyes. For his part, Landon lovingly kisses away each tear and whispers his promises of loving me forever. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect wedding day.

  We spent the rest of the week on Culebra Island while our families went off to explore the rest of Puerto Rico. Thankfully, Landon’s mother and my parents got along well and had a great time together. Landon’s friend, Tank, and his wife left the day after our ceremony for their own vacation on the Greek Isles, and Marco flew back home to tend to business. Landon and I took advantage of our alone time and of course spent the better part of our wedding week naked in our hotel room. The times we would come up for air were spent on the beach, snorkeling and visiting ruins around the island. I was able to convince one of the restaurant managers to pass me the recipe for my beloved Asopao, a Puerto Rican soup that can be made with pork, fish, or strictly vegetarian. Of course, Landon remained perplexed as to how I could eat soup when temperatures reached the nineties. All in all it was an idyllic wedding and honeymoon.

  “We’ll have to take a real honeymoon as soon as your school year is over,” Landon promises as we’re in the car on our way to the airport. Our family had all left the day before.

  I turn to stare at him.
“Babe, this was the best, rushed wedding and honeymoon a girl could dream of. We don’t need an—” My protest is cut off by his lips.

  “We’ll take a longer honeymoon at the end of your school year,” he says once he pulls back from my lips. “I was thinking Tanzania like you’ve talked about. Then we can do Zanzibar for maybe two or three weeks before training camp starts.” At this point I can see he is thinking out loud. I’m pretty sure he has already told Walter to start making plans for that trip. I told him months ago that one of the first places I wanted to go to Africa to see, was the country of Tanzania and Zanzibar which is on the coast. I love how intently this man listens to my ramblings.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  “Anything for you. Oh, I also have a surprise welcome home treat for you as well.” He winks at me. The mischievous glint in his eyes makes my pussy muscles clench in anticipation. How did I get so lucky? I wonder as I stare at Landon’s profile. He pulls me in, and I go willingly, curling up into his side in our last few minutes on the island where we first met.

  ****

  “We’re almost there,” Landon assures me as we turn off a major highway in his Range Rover. We’ve been driving for close to an hour and I can’t see because Landon has me blindfolded. I have no idea where we are going, but I have a feeling and the very thought has me squirming in my seat.

  “Is my bad girl feeling anxious?” The low timbre of his voice with a bit of warning and amusement causes the intimate spot between my legs to ache. I can already feel the dampening of the red, silk panties Landon insisted I wear tonight. We hadn’t even been home a few hours before Landon tells me to get dressed in the tightest black dress I own and the matching panty and bra set he bought for me a few weeks ago. I swear I have a closet full of different styles of intimate wear all in the color red because that’s the color my man cannot get enough of me in.