Soul-Mates Forever

by Vicki Green

  “Shit, girl. He do that?” I nod. My left eye is freaking killing me. “Come on let’s get dumbfuck and you upstairs. I’ll put some ice on that eye as soon as I get him into bed.” He pulls on my hand and leads me up the stairs. Once I unlock the door and open it for him, he walks in and turns to me. Tuck is hanging from his shoulder, his arms waving loosely around. “Where ya want him?” I point down the hall to the bedroom and Shane takes off.

  I get some ice cubes from the freezer and place them in a dish towel. I cringe when I press it against my eye, it’s so cold and stings. I look up to see Shane walking into the kitchen. He takes the ice from me and presses it gently on my eye. “Ow!” I say quietly.

  “Yep, gonna be a helluva shiner in the morning. Tuck’s gonna be pissed that he did that.” He presses it again gently. “He won’t forgive himself for that easily. He’d rather cut off his right arm than hurt you, ya know?” I nod and sniff as the tears start again. “Now, now. It’s good to know just how much you are in someone’s world. Puts things in perspective, right?”

  My hand lies over his, and I smile. “Thanks, Shane. You’re a great friend, um, mate.” Smiling he kisses my forehead. He hands me the ice pack and pats my shoulder.

  “Might want to get a good night’s sleep, he’s gonna pay like hell for the hangover tomorrow. I’ll let Buck know he won’t be in and rearrange his customer’s for him. Night.” He walks to the door and leaves me standing in the kitchen staring at him. What a guy. I’m so happy that Allie has such a great husband and am proud to call him my friend too.

  * * *

  PING. PING. PING. PING. What the fuck? Oh. My. God. My hands instantly cover my head. There are jackhammers drilling in my temples. Fuck!

  PING. PING. PING. SLAM! Shut. The. Fuck. UP! I hit my phone and silence the alarm. “OHHHHH!” I moan. SHHHH, shit. Be the fuck quiet. I roll over and hit a soft body. One of my eyes opens in a slit and I see my beauty. I sit up quickly and almost throw up. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I scream. My hands quickly grab my head. FUCK! That hurt like hell. Pax rolls over so fast in alarm, that she rolls right off the bed. THUD! I climb over to the edge of the bed and look down to see her rubbing her head, her other hand covering her bruised and swollen eyes. I reach down, take her hand and pull her up and onto the bed. My hands cup her face, my eyes searching all over it and land on her only good and opened eye. “Who in the fuck did this to you? I want a name, NOW!” She jumps when I yell. FUCK! I take her in my arms and rub her back. “Sorry, sorry!” I move back slightly and look at her black eye. “Who did it? Where were you? Wait!” My fuzzy mind is starting to recall the bar. Oh, yeah. I got plastered, and she came for me. She came for me. Holy shit! She said she loved me. I pull her into my arms again and hug her hard.

  Without a word, I take her hand and pull her down the hall and into the kitchen. My head feels like it’s gonna explode right off my neck. I. Want. To. Die. I lift her up and set her on the counter, grab a dish towel and put some ice in it from the freezer. Pressing it gently against her eye, I kiss the other one, her nose and then her mouth.

  “Mmmm,” she moans against my mouth. I finally release it and look at her. She’s still beautiful even with a black eye. My poor beauty. “Tuck. Promise you won’t get mad?” Ok, that doesn’t sound good. “Promise?” Fuck, how can I say no to that?

  “Ok, I’ll promise I’ll try not to get mad or at least control my anger, how’s that?” I say with a smile. She nods and hops off the counter holding the ice pack to her eye.

  “Well, um, how much do you remember about last night?” She asks quietly. How much do I remember? Shit, we left the bar, Shane helped get me in my beauty’s car. I do remember trying to fondle her all the way home. I have to smile, my best memory so far. We get home and I kind of remember that I had a really fucking hard time getting my damn seat belt unfastened.

  “Tuck, babe, look at me.” My concentration on events is making my head hurt worse. I look at my beauty and shrug. She sets down the ice pack on the counter and places both hands on my shoulders. “When you were getting out of my car, you kinda, um, passed out and fell on top on me on the grass. Your hand accidentally hit me. BUT, I’m ok, really, I’m fine,” she says in one breath and quickly.

  WHAT? I turn and slam my fist into the wall. “FUCK!” I scream as I hold my hurt hand. She tries to console me, but I turn around and then back again. “I FUCKING HURT MY GIRL, MY GIRL!” I start pacing in front of the kitchen. “What the fuck is wrong with me. I hurt my girl’s feelings, then I punch her? Now, I’m a fucking woman hitter? Fuck!” I’m screaming so loudly that I stop and take my head in my hands.

  My head whips around and I walk quickly straight towards her, causing her to back up a step. When I reach her I cup her face between my hands. “Beauty, you know I’d never hurt you on purpose or even when I’m drinking. I’m not a hitter. Please don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you or let anyone else. Please tell me I didn’t… Please…” I beg.

  She throws herself at me. Her fingers entangle in my hair as her mouth crashes to mine, her tongue invading my mouth quickly and searching. Her mouth presses hard against mine and she moans into my mouth. God. I can’t get enough of her. I feel the loss when she releases my mouth but keeps ahold of me with her hands on each side of my head, her fingers still in my hair. “Hey, I know you’d never hurt me. It. Was. An. Accident. Truly it was.” One of her hands moves to my hurt one. “Now, you’ve hurt yourself… For me.” Her good eye looks into mine, and she smiles. “My hero.”

  She leads me to the counter, grabs another dish rag from the drawer and pulls me to the freezer. After wrapping ice in it, she places it on my hand. “Stay here,” she says kissing me quickly. She walks around the corner and comes back with a bottle of aspirin and pours a glass of water. My mouth opens as she pops a couple of the pills in my mouth, then she holds the glass to my lips, and I drink it all down. “There, my hero. Come on, let’s get you back to bed. I think more sleeping is in order.” She leads me down the hall and pushes me down onto the bed, then gets in and snuggles close to me. I wrap my arm around my beauty and think about how much I love her as I doze off.

  When I awake I check the clock to see it’s four in the afternoon. Shit, I slept hard but my head feels better. My hand reaches out to find my beauty’s side empty. Yawning, I breathe in and smell the most delicious aroma. Quickly, I change into some clean jeans and throw on a t-shirt and head to the kitchen to find my beauty and whatever the fuck is making that awesome smell. I stop in my tracks and watch Pax dancing in the kitchen. Ear buds in her ears, her long blonde beautiful hair high up in a ponytail hanging down to her mid back and swinging with her movements. She’s so fucking cute.

  Then the most amazing thing happened. She sings. She fucking has a hot sexy singing voice. How had I not heard her before? If I wasn’t sure we were soul-mates before I totally believe it now. We are made for each other.

  I walk into the kitchen and startle her when she turns and bumps into me. I grab her arms to steady her, my mouth automatically zoning onto hers. I can hear her music playing from her buds as my tongue plunges into her mouth. She moans from deep within and that sets me off even more. My cock is trying to bust out of my jeans to get at her hot pussy. I have to stop, but not sure if I can. I want her so much.

  Finally, I pull back a little and press my forehead against hers. We’re both panting heavily, her arms around my waist. She reaches up and smooth’s my face with her fingers, so gentle, so lovingly. “I want you, my sexy rocker. I want you so bad right now,” she whispers. Fuck. Me.

  I kiss her again, showing her how much I want her. “Fuck, beauty. You’re killing me here.” She giggles. “There’s nothing in this world I want than to make passionate love to you, to show you how much I love you. But…”

  The look of concern in her eye breaks my heart. “But?” She whispers.

  I run the back of my fingers up and down her face and kiss her forehead. “I want your first time to be special. I want the ti
ming to be perfect. Nothing but the best for my beauty,” I say against her perfect skin.

  Her head moves and lays against my chest, and I rub her back as I kiss the top of her head. “Your voice is so sexy when you sing. You sound like a rocker angel, my beauty.”

  Her body moves away from mine, just a bit, and she gives me a puzzled look. “Ha, really?” I nod and smile. “I only just sing when I’m working out or cleaning. No, big deal. I love to sing but never thought I really had a good voice or anything. Just always fooling around,” she shrugs.

  I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back to me. “Beauty, you have one fucking awesome sexy singing voice. I think…” I kiss her lips. “You should go to a practice with me and the guys.” Kiss. “See what happens.” My mouth sucks on her bottom lip, and I get a moan out of her. Fuck, I love her. “Now, what is that heavenly smell? I’m starving!” She giggles and tries to escape my arms, but I tighten my hold.

  “Let me go and I will bring out dinner, silly rocker dude,” she says squirming and giggling.

  After much needed tickling I let her go to get dinner. She tells me to go sit at the table and she’ll bring everything to me. What a fucking girl! My beauty. Once everything is set on the table and we dig in, I take a swig of my beer and place it on the table hard. Her head shoots up, a concerned look on her face.

  “So. When do we move?” My smile is huge and only for her.

  Her face softens, her smile gorgeous. “Well, we can move in tomorrow, if you like. Or do you work tomorrow?” The frown reappears.

  “Nope, Shane left me a text, apparently after my drunken display, and said see ya on Monday.” Thank, God. I would not have been worth shit. “I guess he just moved all my appointments to Monday. Really need to do something for him.”

  She lays her fork down on her plate and wipes her mouth. Her chin rests on her hand, and she smirks at me. “Yes, you do. We both do. After helping you, in your drunkenness, and us both with everything he’s done, we both owe him.” She sits up and grins. “Well, we need help moving tomorrow and he has his truck. Why don’t we ask him to help and have a cookout at our new place afterwards, get beer, kind of a house warming without everything in its proper place, messy kind of thing?”

  I smile back and slap the table. “Great idea! I’ll get on my cell and after dinner I’ll call around for more help.” I look around the living area. “This all came with the apartment and I certainly don’t want it in our new place. Why don’t we go shopping later?”

  She nods, the happiness glowing all over her face. “I’ll call the real estate agent. Ok. I can’t eat. You go ahead, I’m too excited.”

  I finish eating and clean up while she talks excitedly on her phone, pacing around the apartment. Then I make all my calls. All our friends are coming to help, except those that have to work, but they will join us after they get off.

  I think I learned a most valuable lesson the last 24 hours. Sometimes you have to swallow your pride, just a little, and let people help you. Especially, your girl. My girl. Fuck! I can’t believe she’s mine.

  Chapter Seven

  Who would have thought that with the money I’ve been saving I could buy some really great furniture for our new place. Tons of stuff we both loved was on sale. Lucky. New bedroom furniture, couches, chairs, dining room set. Ok. I let her buy the bedding and some appliances for the kitchen. See? I can swallow my pride. Who’d a thought? It will all be delivered on Monday so we will use my old bed until then.

  We’re exhausted, ok at least I am, when we crash into bed that night. My beauty all snuggled up to me. Fuck, I love this. So, in the morning, we’re gonna get up early to pack up. Hey, at least she hadn’t had time to get much out of her luggage or that would take another day with all the shit she has. Stella is watching Jesse and Cassie’s twins, so they can help. Jesse yelled at me about the charity gig in L.A. until I told him what happened then he apologized and then proceeded to tell me he has another one already set up in New York for us. Wow. Another person I owe, deeply. Shane is coming along with Buck. Buck decided to close shop at noon, so they could help out, said Shane could take the day off. He said they didn’t have much scheduled anyway, lucky for me. Allie will come over later since she really can’t lift anything anyway being pregnant and all. And Peter and the rest of the Sweet Café gang will come over that evening to celebrate and help cook. I am one lucky man, having all these friends.

  The next morning I awake to find my beauty gone and music playing from the living room. I head to the bathroom to get a quick shower and get ready. When done, I walk into the living area to find Pax dancing, singing and packing. Leaning against the wall, I watch her body swaying to the beat and listen to her heavenly voice. Closing my eyes, I imagine her on stage, that voice reaching millions of ears, people applauding, and singing along with her and our music.

  “TUCKER!!!!!” My name being screamed breaks me from my thoughts. My eyes open to her standing there, books in hand, tapping her foot and smiling at me. Her eyes are all lit up with happiness. Fuck! My beauty is fucking gorgeous.

  I get my act together and we pack like mad. She told me we are meeting the agent in three hours. Shit! Shane is on his way over with Jesse and Cassie soon to follow. We get everything packed in Shane’s truck and a ton in the back of Pax’s SUV. We are good to go! I haven’t even seen the house, yet. But if my beauty loved it, it has to be great.

  We look like a convoy driving over. We are leading, Shane behind us and Jesse with Cassie behind him. We turn off down another paved road, and I can see the house. It’s fuckin’ awesome! A circle drive with a broken down fountain in the middle. The house definitely needs more than the tender loving care the ad said, but it can be beautiful once we get it fixed up. Of course, the pale yellow paint has got to go, as soon as possible.

  The agent is there waiting for us and lets us in the house. Everyone goes to look around but Pax grabs my arm to keep me in the kitchen with her and the agent. “No, my sexy rocker. I really want us both on the contract, is that ok with you?” She whispers in my ear. Fuck that just woke my cock up. I kiss the side of her head and whisper that I love her and would love to be her partner in every way. Her little body shudders a bit. Hmmm. Maybe our first time can be special breaking in our new house. Shit, my cock just twitched again. Not now!

  After we sign our life away on all the papers, the agent hands us our keys and wishes us well. Finally, something that is all ours. How cool! Pax pulls me all throughout the house and shows me everything. Well, I have to say, this was a great buy but one we may be fixing up for a while. But, most of it I can do myself and Pax said she loves to paint and garden. So, there ya go.

  We get everything unloaded and put out of the way so at least we can have our appreciation cookout. It took hours but afterwards, we all walked around, Paxton jotting down ideas of what everyone thought about how we can fix this place up. Jesse brought his grill and all the stuff to cook out with, and we had run by the grocery store last night, after furniture shopping to get all the food and fixings. I have an old card table to set the food and all the fixing’s on and Shane brought one too, with chairs, for the ladies to eat on. Us men, will sit on the floor. We set up everything on the back deck, which is large enough for a huge party. This house is really perfect, in every way.

  We have a great time eating, drinking and laughing during our little party. Everyone has agreed to help us with fixing up our place. Our place. Fuck, I never imagined in my life that I would own a house with the most beautiful girl in the world.

  By nine o’clock, most people have left, and the few that are here are helping to clean up. I take the trash bag and head inside but stop dead in my tracks when I hear Pax and Allie talking in the living room.

  “Baby girl, he is the most awesome, gorgeous, sexy rocker I have ever seen in my life,” Pax squeals. My heartrate just rose, my body tingling with desire. “I’m so happy. I can’t believe he’s mine.” I hear a sigh. “I’m so afraid I’m gonna screw s
omething up. I almost did already. Shit, I have no idea what I’m doing. What if he gets tired of me? What if I’m not really who he thought I was? I’ve heard you learn a ton more about someone when you live with them. What if he ends up hating me? Oh, my God. What have I gotten myself into?”

  I’m about to march right in there and tell her what she’s gotten herself into and how it’s all gonna be ok and that I could never hate her or leave her when Allie pipes up.

  “Hey, bestie. None of that kind of talk. I know he loves you madly. Even before you all got together, finally I might add, you’re all he’s talked about. I’ve never seen him like that, ever! I can see it in his eyes when he talks about you, the way he looks at you. He adores you. Now, get over yourself and enjoy your new life,” Allie tells her, lovingly.

  Well, I guess I do show my feelings well. I can’t help but chuckle. It’s true. I am madly in love with my beauty. No doubt. I finish cleaning up the kitchen, so Pax doesn’t have to do it, but I’m exhausted. Good thing Shane and I set up the bed in our huge master bedroom, and I noticed that Pax has all her toiletries put away in our bathroom when I snuck upstairs to light candles all over the bedroom, getting ready for our first night in our new house. I kind of pushed the rest of our friends out the door, thanking them immensely, but am afraid the candles will burn down our house before we get a chance to live in it. Fuck that would be my luck.

  Once they are gone, I pick up a surprised Pax and carry her upstairs. I stand holding my beauty, in the doorway, listen to her gasp and watch the tears form in her eye, her black eye not quite open yet. My poor beauty. Her head turns, her mouth taking mine in the most heated kiss, and I carry her over to the bed, laying her down gently, our kiss never breaking. Lying between her legs, my hand has a mind of its own, moving under her shirt and bra, it begins fondling her breast and pinching its nipple. Between the guttural moan leaving her mouth, her legs hugging my hips, and her feet pushing on my butt, makes me want to strip her quickly and plunge into her deeply. But, I need to take it slow with my beauty.