His Forever Girl

by Darling, Lucy

  “I don’t know. Some of the girls around school are pretty pissed you’re mine.”

  “Zoey.” Those two words hit me hard. She shifts so that she’s now straddling me.

  “You’re mine, aren’t you?” she teases.

  “All yours.” She leans in and kisses me this time. I close my eyes and get lost in her.

  13

  Zoey

  I slowly open my eyes, not remembering falling asleep. The television is muted but still lights up my bedroom. I tilt my head up to look at Reid. At some point I must have passed out while cuddling with him. His fingers are playing with my hair as he stares at me.

  “Are you watching me sleep?” I ask before a yawn gets me.

  “Go back to sleep if you’re tired.”

  “I don’t want to sleep.” I kept thinking all through the movie that Reid was going to make a move on me or something. But he didn’t. The only thing he did was wrap his arms around me to hold me close. He’d made me feel so comfortable I passed right out.

  “Want me to start another movie?” I shake my head no. “Are you hungry?” I untangle myself from him. His hand slips away but not before he gets a handful of my ass.

  “Bathroom.” I say. He sits up in the bed. We both changed before we started the movie. He’s in gray sweats and a white shirt. Reid has the body of a Viking or something you’d see on a screen and not real life. I guess being a star quarterback keeps you in good shape.

  I stare at myself in the mirror. I have on fuzzy socks, sleep shorts and my Dr. Pepper shirt he’d gotten me. It’s still hard to believe that Reid has always been mine. Even when I didn't know it. That’s the thing, and I should really talk to him about it. He can’t keep things like that from me again. Or go over my head because he thinks it’s for the best. It caused me so much unnecessary hurt in the past, and I don’t want us to make that mistake again in the future.

  That was a conversation for another day. Tonight I’m trying to get Reid to make a move on me. I know he said he was keeping his pants on, but what about mine? I guess I don’t scream sex appeal the same way some of the other girls do from school. I turn around and glance in the mirror to look at my ass. The shorts go halfway down my thighs. Maybe I need booty shorts? I think I might have too much booty for those shorts, though. It would probably fall out all over the place.

  I bend down, pulling off my socks and shorts, leaving me in plain white panties that have little bows on the sides. I am really not prepared to seduce someone. Next I take off my shirt, followed by the thin sleep bra I wear to bed most nights. I poke my curves, remembering what Reid said about them.

  “You want something to drink? I’m going to find us another movie.” I hear him moving around in my bedroom. “How about Drop Dead Fred? That takes me back. Is that still your favorite?”

  “Yes,” I answer as I pull my hair down. “But I don’t want to watch a movie.” You can do this, Zoey. I give myself a little pep talk. I’m eighteen, and ever since Reid came stomping back into my life it feels as if my body has awoken from a deep slumber and my hormones are out of control. And he’s going to fix it, or I’m going to start thinking he’s only feeding me lines about loving my curves. Though I don’t think you can fake that look he gets in his eyes. The one that always has me thinking he’s going to pounce on me at any second. But he never does. Also I don’t really think you can fake a hard-on, and he is always hard.

  “Do you want to go back to sleep? I was enjoying being your pillow. What kind of shampoo are you using these days? I’m going to get hard every time I smell apples for the rest of my life.” I snort out a laugh. “What are you doing in there? I miss you.” My insides melt at his sweet words.

  “Then these last few years must have been hell for you,” I toss back.

  “You have no fucking idea. I had to take my aggression out on the field so that I wouldn’t crawl into your bedroom window one night and claim you.”

  I suck in a breath. My nipples tighten so much it’s almost painful. “What if I told you that turns me on? That it causes an ache between my thighs.” I hear something hit the floor.

  “I don’t need you encouraging the beast that lives inside of me that wants you so badly. If you knew half of the dirty things I’ve thought about you while I lie in bed at night, you’d be running.” I flip off the bathroom light before I open the door. His back is to me, and he’s straightening up my bed.

  “I’m not running.”

  “I’m begging you…” His words trail off as he turns around. I bite the inside of my cheek. He closes his eyes, his hand rubbing over them before he opens them again. “I need to make sure that I’m not dreaming this.” He looks back to the bed like he’s going to see himself sleeping there.

  “Reid—” All I get out is his name. He’s on me before I even see him move. I guess everyone was right; the man really is quick on his feet. His mouth is on mine before I can say another word. He lifts me from my feet, carrying me to the bed. “You’re going to kill me.” My back meets the mattress.

  “The feeling is mutual. You’ve been driving me insane.” His nose flares while he gives me a smile.

  “Are you hurting?”

  “Yes.” I lift my hips, feeling his erection. I rub myself against him. He closes his eyes for a moment. He looks like he’s having an inner fight with himself. “Reid.” I snap his name out, causing his eyes to fly open. “Don’t do that. Try and hide whatever part of you that you’re trying to get under control. History says that doesn't work too well for us.”

  “I’m here.” He thrusts against me, giving me a cocky smirk.

  “You know what?” I start to push on his chest, but he doesn't move. He clenches his jaw.

  “Yeah, I know what,” he growls before his mouth is on mine. His kiss is wild and possessive. So many emotions and feelings rush through my whole body. I dig my fingers into his back, wanting to pull him closer.

  He pulls his mouth from mine. My heavy breathing fills the room as I try to get it under control. Reid doesn't seem to have the same problem as me. His mouth is still going, traveling down my neck toward my breasts. I suck in a breath. I’m almost naked in my bed with Reid. My heart is beating so fast that I can feel it pulsing in my ears.

  “Shirt, Reid. I want to see more of you.” He leans up, only taking his mouth off me for a moment to pull it over his head and toss it away. His mouth goes back to my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth before swirling his tongue. I groan out his name as he moves to the other.

  I dig my fingers into his hair, holding on. “Fuck me. You’re so needy for me.” His words are thick. “You need me,” he repeats.

  “I do.” He looks up at me, his eyes locking with mine.

  “Nothing will ever take you from me again.” From the look in his eyes, I know Reid would do whatever it took to keep me close to him. He leans down again, his mouth trailing down my stomach till he gets to my panties.

  He pauses for a moment, staring down at them. I have no doubt that my desire is showing through the thin white material. I can feel them stuck against me. I had no idea you could get this turned on, but my clit throbs, needing his attention.

  “I know they aren't sexy panties but—”

  “They're perfect. They’re you.” He kisses the wet spot on them before he hooks his fingers into them, pulling them down my legs and off my body. His hands grab my thighs, spreading me wider for him. “So fucking wet for me.” He licks his lips, making me whimper. “You know how many times I lay in bed imagining how you’d taste? How many times I stroked myself to orgasm thinking about you coming from my mouth alone?”

  “Why don’t you find out then?” I’m about to shove his head down, but Reid doesn't move unless he wants to move, so it would be pointless.

  “Ask me. I want to hear the words come from your mouth.” I feel my already warm face grow hotter.

  “I want you to.” I lift my hips in silent invitation.

  “Baby, say it and put both of us out of ou
r misery.”

  “Reid, will you please make me come?”

  “And how exactly would I do that?” I sigh heavily, knowing he’s not going to let me off easy on this one.

  “I’m going to murder you if you don’t eat me out soon.”

  He shakes with laughter. “One day I’m going to get you to say the word pussy. Right now I’m going to take care of my girl.” Another whimper leaves me. I love when he calls me his girl.

  His mouth brushes against my sex as he sucks in a deep breath. And then he’s there. The mere brush of his tongue against my clit has me exploding. I call out his name as my hands find his hair. I’m both pissed at myself for coming too fast and insanely happy. I didn't know an orgasm could be like this. It rolls through my whole body. My back arches off the bed, and my legs shake with pleasure.

  Reid’s hand comes to my stomach, and he pushes me back down, pinning me to the bed. He keeps going. I jerk a few times, trying to wiggle away from him. I’m too sensitive. I’m not sure I can take much more.

  “It’s too much,” I tell him. As I say the words, I’m trying to lift my hips to push into him more.

  “It’s never too much when it comes to us.” His tongue slides down and presses inside of me. He thrusts it in and out of me before he replaces it with his finger. That tongue of his goes back to my clit as he slowly eases another finger inside of me. This time I get to feel what he’s really doing to me. His mouth continues to bring me the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.

  The orgasm starts to build again. He sucks my clit into his mouth this time before sliding his tongue back and forth on my clit. His finger hooks inside of me. I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling. It sends me over into another orgasm. One that leaves me boneless on the bed. My whole body hums with pleasure.

  When Reid shifts, my eyes flutter open. He stands up at the end of the bed, and I watch him pull his hand out from inside his sweatpants. I see a wet spot.

  “Did you…” I trail off, making him smile at my shyness of some words.

  “Did I come while eating your pussy? Yeah, I did.” He walks around to the side of the bed. He leans down to kiss me. I taste myself on him, and I love it. He stands, and I watch him as he grabs another pair of pants and strolls into my bathroom. I sit up looking for my panties but don’t see them anywhere.

  Where the hell did he toss them? I grab his shirt, pulling it on, and watch as he comes back out of the bathroom. I forget what I was doing to stare at him. His sweatpants hang low on his hips and show off his perfect V.

  “Like what you see? If not, you’re shit out of luck 'cause it’s only me you’ll be seeing for the rest of our lives.”

  “No complaints here.” I laugh. “Do you see my underwear anywhere?” I ask as he crawls onto the bed. He hits play with the remote before grabbing me and wrapping himself around me. His hand glides up my shirt until he reaches my breast and cups it. The other slides between my thighs as he cups my sex.

  “You don’t need underwear.”

  “I can honestly say I never thought in the million times we watched Drop Dead Fred that we’d one day watch it like this.”

  “That makes one of us,” he says dryly, making me burst into laughter. He buries his head in my hair, his hold on me tightening as the movie starts. I don’t think we make it even ten minutes into the movie before Reid’s mouth is on me again.

  14

  Reid

  My eyes scan across the pictures that are pressed to the board. They are all of Willow, Zoey and her mom. Once upon a time, it was Zoey and me that filled up her photo boards. I hear the blow dryer turn off, and Zoey walks out of her bathroom a moment later. I don’t know if her cheeks are flushed because of what I’d done to her in the shower or the heat of the blow dryer.

  I haven't been able to keep my hands and mouth off her. She didn't try to stop me, either. I was starved for her, and she let me try to get my fill. I quickly realized that I would never get enough. I could only sate my hunger. She’d pushed a few times for us to go further, but I stood firm. It was fucking hard, but I needed her to know this wasn’t about me getting off. It was about me loving her and being what she needed for the rest of our lives.

  She walks over to me, and I pull her into my arms. The last forty-eight hours have been the best of my life. I’m not looking forward to heading home soon. I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in, trying to get my fill before I have to go back to spending nights without her.

  “Are you going to add some new pictures to your board?” I try to sound casual and keep the jealousy out of my tone. It’s my fault Willow slid into my place. Willow is good for her, and I know that. I would never even think about coming between them, nor is there any reason to. Doesn't mean I’m not a jealous bastard.

  “I don’t replace pictures. I get new boards.” She turns in my arms. After we untangled ourselves from each other Saturday morning, Zoey made us breakfast before I took her out to Lake Ortero. As kids we’d spend so much time out there swimming and fishing. Zoey would bring her camera and capture it all.

  Zoey was always the dreamer of the two of us, declaring that we’d have our own lake house one day. There was never a we should try or I want with Zoey. When she had her mind set on something she was going to do it. Just like getting into Kingston. She did that too.

  “I’m going to show you something, but you better not get cocky about it.” I smile, unable to help myself. I give her ass a squeeze before I let her go. She walks over to her closet, and I see her shuffle through a few boards before she turns around with one in her hand. “I told myself at first I was taking the pictures for the yearbook. Then when I started putting them on a board I thought maybe it could be a gift to your dad. He’s always been good to Mom and me.”

  I nod in understanding. We always watched out for them, even mowing their lawn and shoveling their drive when it snowed. I know Dad has done some work on both of their cars. To be honest, I’ve seen my dad staring over here a few times. I think he might have a thing for Zoey’s mom.

  She turns the board around, showing me all the pictures she’s taken. Most of them are of me on the football field. There are a few others of me not in uniform. One of them is me asleep in class and another in the cafeteria. She’s been watching me too. I don’t know much about all that soul mates crap, but that has to be what we are. Even though she thought I’d dropped her, deep down inside she still didn't let go of me. We were always meant to be.

  “There should be so many of you and me together,” I get out, my throat feeling tight.

  “Maybe.” She shrugs. “But we’re young and full of hormones. It might actually have been good for us. Plus, I found Willow.” I only nod in agreement. I’m over the moon that she feels that way. I don’t, but that’s my shit to bear because I was the reason we weren't together. My head had been so messed up trying to understand what the hell was happening. And trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t be having those sorts of thoughts about my best friend. I thought I had a handle on it until the dreams about her started. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get them to stop. That was my breaking point. It’s when I decided that I needed to let her go for a while for her own good. I was such an idiot.

  “Stop.” She smacks my arm. “Let it go. You’re not going to beat yourself up over this for the rest of our lives. I think you did enough of that on your own over the years.” She places the board on her bed. “I always wanted to ask you why you never smiled.” She runs her fingers over one of the pictures where everyone is celebrating our state win. “You never show much emotion in any of them, but you always gave a little nod.”

  “Another one down,” I say. Her eyebrows pull together, and I want to lean down and kiss her there. “One step closer to getting what I want.”

  “Scholarship?”

  “Part of it, but I needed a scholarship to the right place.”

  Her lips part, a small gasp leaving them. “Oh, Reid.” She turns and puts her hand on my chest. Her eyes are fill
ed with unshed tears. “You have to follow your own dreams. We don’t have to go to the same college, we'll make it work.” Yeah, no fucking way am I losing her again.

  “I am following my dreams.”

  “Who knew Reid Knight would be such a sweetheart?”

  “Don’t cry. You’re killing me here. Besides, do you really want to do the long-distance thing? I can play football anywhere. I don’t give a shit.”

  “They’re happy tears. I promise.”

  I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her. I don’t know how long I hold her. When I hear the garage door open, I know our time is up for tonight. I kiss the top of her head.

  “Zoey.” Her mom taps on the door before opening it. “I’m home.” Zoey lifts her head from my chest, but she doesn't pull away from me. “Hi, Reid.” Quinn gives me a smile.

  “Quinn.” Zoey drops her arms. “How was the convention?” she asks.

  “Good, but I’m tired.”

  “You want me to make you something? Reid and I are going for burgers. I could bring something back for you.”

  “No, you two go have fun. It’s nice see you over here again, Reid. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

  “Glad to be back here.”

  Zoey goes and gives her mom a hug. “You're not going to tell me to be back at a certain time and that I have school tomorrow or to leave the bedroom door open if Reid’s here?” Zoey teases her mom.

  “Nope, you’re eighteen, Zoey. You can come and go as you please.”

  “Really?”

  “Have I ever told you no when you’ve asked to do something?” Quinn laughs. “Sweetheart, you got into a university with scholarships. I think you’ll make the right decisions.”

  “I love you.”

  Quinn kisses Zoey’s cheek. “I love you too, sweetheart. I would enjoy it if Reid did come over for dinner one night this week.”