Forever With You: A Contemporary Romance (You and Me Series Book 4)

by Tia Lewis

  "Oh fuck,” she responded quietly. She started to pick up the pace, fucking herself back into me as hard as she dared.

  We still weren't really going at it, due to the fear of being discovered in the back of our minds. This didn't make it any less great, but it definitely gave me the stamina to last longer than usual. Our breathing grew hot and labored, and I noticed a few beads of sweat trail down her back.

  I moved my hands up from her hips to her shirt, pulling it up in one motion. It fell down to the ground, and I didn't miss a stroke as I reached up and around to grope her tits. I squeezed them and pulled on her nipples, getting myself acquainted with her body in ways I had never dreamed possible.

  The tremor in her thighs returned, and I sensed that she was close to cumming. I buried myself in her again and ground myself into her, resisting the urge to start pounding her instead. I moved my right hand down to her clit, and my left hand back to wrap it in her hair, yanking down hard enough to startle her. As I predicted, this set her off, and I kept myself buried all the way in as she started to cum on my cock.

  Her whole body shook as I lightly rubbed her clit. Her neck and back arched, and she breathed heavy and hard. I let her ride it out, savoring the way her pussy squeezed down hard on my dick. After a moment, she came back to her senses and started grinding back against me. Her bubble butt felt amazing, and I was disappointed that we didn't have room for me to truly appreciate it.

  "Did you cum?" she asked as she turned her head, making eye contact. Despite the dim light in the closet, I could see her cheeks were flushed.

  "Not yet," I responded as I started to slowly fuck her again. She held eye contact with me, and I watched her bite her lip.

  "I want you to..." she whispered to me.

  "Turn around, baby," I commanded as I buried myself balls deep again, expecting her to say no due to the limited time we had. Instead, she pulled off my dick and raised up onto her toes. She lifted her hands above her head as she tried to spin, barely managing to squeeze herself around to face me. I backed up as much as I could to get the best view of her nearly naked body. I didn't even try to mask my expression as I gawked at her.

  "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" I asked, leaning closer to her.

  She stood a few inches shorter than me, and my dick poked into her stomach as I pulled her close. I kissed her again, and she melted in my arms as our lips met.

  Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed her ass and lifted her up a foot. She knew what to do, and reached between us as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pressed her body against the wall of the closet, and I finally had some more room to really give her longer and deep strokes. I shifted gears, pounding her pussy hard. I savored the feeling of her ass in my hands and didn't waste the opportunity to grope the shit out of it. Jade apparently appreciated my passion, she started to moan into my mouth. The noises of our passion grew louder, yet neither of us cared at the moment.

  "What did you want me to do?" I teased, pulling back from her hungry mouth. She hugged me close, and I felt her tits bouncing into my chest as I continued to pound her.

  "Cummm..." she whispered back with her lips brushing my ear.

  "You want me to cum?" I pressed her further, not relenting.

  "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted back.

  "You dirty girl,” I responded, enjoying my control over her.

  "P-please, please cum in my pussy," she stuttered out. I wasn't expecting her to get off again, but I felt her tense up as her grip around me tightened.

  This really lit my fire, and I let her have it as hard as I could. I knew I was close, but I held back as long as I could.

  The wet slapping of our sex filled the closet, and no doubt anyone outside would have heard us. Miraculously, no footsteps approached, we were left alone to get away with our crime for a little while longer.

  As I neared the edge, a sudden pressing thought entered my mind.

  "Are.. are you..." I panted out as I kept on fucking.

  "Cum, just cum," she reassured me immediately.

  “Are you still on the pill?" I managed to get out through gritted teeth, barely holding back the floodgates. Her pussy felt divine, and I knew in a few seconds that I would have no choice.

  "Oh fuck, cum, please cum in me," she begged, ignoring my question.

  I felt the tip of my cock press against the inside of her, and her pussy juices drip down my balls. I knew I was done for, and I gave in to my desire.

  "FUCK," I said way too loud, and I slammed in deep as I started to cum. I shot rope after rope as deep as I could, moaning out loud as her pussy squeezed and milked me. Jade squeezed her legs around my waist, preventing me from pulling out, as she brought her mouth back up to my ear.

  "No," she whispered with a mischievous smile, answering my earlier question.

  At that moment it was the sexiest word I had ever heard.

  I felt like my orgasm lasted years, I emptied myself fully into her hot body as I took a picture of the moment in my mind.

  We rocked against each other as I came back down to earth. Our sweat glued us to each other as we resumed making out, and I felt like we were two puzzle pieces who just slid into place.

  Jade

  Fifteen minutes later, I grabbed Grayson’s hand, leading him out of the back room.

  “I’m the one that found the safe,” he muttered, sighing dramatically as he threw himself into our booth. “And I barely even get rewarded for it.”

  I laughed, pushing a table to the edge of the booth so it would accommodate the group that was coming. It would have been easier to just push two of the middle tables together, but Grayson liked the slightly ruined table. I watched as he absently ran his finger over the scratch, catching my eyes as he smiled softly.

  “You were amazing.” Grayson bit his bottom lip.

  I couldn’t help but blush and readjust my clothing and smoothing down my hair.

  “I love you,” he added.

  “I love you, too.” I smiled.

  The door to the diner opened, and our family came in, voices booming.

  Todd reached us first, dropping a bunch of flowers on the table. I raised an eyebrow.

  “They’re lilies,” he said, sliding into the booth across from Grayson. He reached his fist out, and Grayson hit his own against it. “Grayson, I read that book you recommended and I. Absolutely. Loved. It!”

  Grayson’s face lit up, and the two started talking about some series that I had never heard either of them mention. It was ridiculous. I shook my head. Only Grayson could find my cousin-in-law enjoyable.

  Alana and Madeline entered next, still laughing at some joke I hadn’t heard. I hugged them both, grabbing their coats before offering to grab them drinks. The four of them called out what they wanted, and I headed to the back to collect them.

  The door opened again, and I smiled at the chorus of “Chris!” that the small group yelled out. Chris had joined our little family nicely. It had taken him a while—in the beginning, I was wary of Chris, who had wanted us to break up when we first got together and only gave his approval when Grayson raced to my side after I had been injured. Eventually, though, it became obvious that Chris really was just looking out for Grayson and loved his best friend as completely as I loved mine. Speaking of—Madeline, my best friend, and roommate until Grayson and I got our own place, had taken the longest to warm up to Chris. Even now, nearly a full year after everything had smoothed out for us, Madeline would occasionally still shoot Chris glares and murmur snide comments, untrusting of his intentions.

  I worried it would upset Grayson, but he didn’t mind. He understood where Madeline was coming from just as easily as I had understood where Chris had been coming from.

  I grabbed another soda for Chris, carefully balancing them on a tray as I headed back to the group. Sometimes, it floored me that my life could be so good and so full of people I loved, who loved me back.

  Life had once been a blur for me. Then, it had been so hyperreal th
at it sometimes hurt to notice, like staring it to the sun. But things had shifted, and now, I knew that I was just happy. Things were finally the way they were supposed to be.

  “Hey, Chris.” I passed out the drinks, sliding into the booth next to Grayson, tucking my hand into his under the table. The fingertips of my other rested on Grayson’s thigh, and we shared a smile.

  “Jade,” Chris nodded and then gestured toward the table where three large pizzas sat. “I figured you’d like a break from cooking.”

  I groaned with appreciation. “You’ve come to know me too well.” I flipped open the top pizza box and grabbed a slice without waiting for the others. My diner didn’t serve pizza, and it was rare that I got any, though after taking a large bite, I resolved to make sure Grayson and I ordered the delicious pie more often.

  The evening passed quickly as we all devoured the food and exchanged stories from the past week. I still saw Alana often with the diner, but after moving in with Grayson, neither of us saw Chris or Madeline that often and, though I wasn’t that upset about it, we didn’t see Todd all that much, either. Todd’s stories focused less on insurance and more on his and Alana’s boys, though, and I couldn’t help but grudgingly enjoy hearing about my little cousins. They were cute as all hell and I really ought to make more time to see them.

  Before long, the sun had dipped low enough that the room was cast in nice gray and blue shadows, even with the fluorescent overhead lighting. Alana went to the back to grab a pie she had made for us, promising Grayson his slice would be huge, and I trailed after her to help cut and serve dessert.

  “Hey, cousin.” She raised an eyebrow when I stepped into the kitchen, stacking a handful of clean plates next to the pie. She grabbed a fistful of her hair and tied it in a knot at the nape of her neck, a big scrunchie holding the strands in place. I shrugged and grabbed the ice cream from the freezer, joining her at the workstation.

  We moved in silence for the first few plates, and I hid my smile when she cut nearly a fifth of the whole pie in one slice, dropping it on a plate, and muttering my boyfriend’s name. I dolloped a little extra ice cream on that plate, too. I could still hear the others, though the words were muffled and punctuated by a lot of laughter. I felt my heart expand as I considered how new this all still was, how far we’d come in the past year.

  A bit of the pie crust fell off of the plate Alana was working on, and she popped it into her mouth quickly, shooting me a glance. I bit back my smile and held up my hands in mock surrender. “I’m no snitch.”

  Alana laughed, her head thrown back a little. She dropped one of her hands to her stomach, gently resting her fingers on the abdomen. “I just can’t help it,” she admitted, turning her attention back toward the pie. Almost humming to herself, she patted her belly and set the plate aside with her other hand. “Ever since—”

  She stopped short. I raised an eyebrow, scooping a spoonful of ice cream on the plate while I waited for her to finish. When she didn’t, I glanced over at her. I frowned at her wide-eyed expression. With lips drawn tightly together and hand frozen with the knife in the air, she looked something akin to shocked.

  “What?” I asked. Alana didn’t blink.

  Suddenly, it slammed into me. “No!” I practically shrieked. At her horrified expression, I slapped a hand over my mouth and closed the space between us, hurriedly whispering. “You’re pregnant!”

  Alana’s mouth fell open, her lips parted as the little wrinkles between her eyes became more pronounced. After a moment of warring with herself, her face shifted, and she beamed at me. “Okay, fine. Yes—but you can’t say anything! Todd and I didn’t want to tell anyone this soon and oomph.”

  I cut her off by wrapping my arms around her, squeezing her in a tight hug. She hugged me back tightly. The spoon was still wet with melted ice cream, and I was pretty sure a bit of it was dripping down her back. I let go of her, dropping the spoon and grinning.

  “Congratulations, Alana,” I said softly. Her lips twitched but her smile was already large, her eyes glittering with unshed tears of happiness.

  “Thanks, Jade.” She cocked her head, looking fondly out at the dining room. We couldn’t see the others from where we were, but could still hear them. She rubbed gently on her not-yet swollen belly. “I’m so excited.”

  “You should be,” I bumped her shoulder, grabbing the knife from her hand and quickly finishing the job. I left the last two pieces of pie alone, without the ice cream, knowing that Alana and Todd both preferred it that way. Probably the only thing they had in common.

  “Don’t tell Grayson,” Alana warned. “He’s a blabbermouth.” Alana grabbed two of the plates and shot me a conspiratory grin when we heard Madeline scream out a desperate “Grayson, what did you just say?”

  Alana shook her head. “See?”

  I laughed. “Don’t worry; I’ll wait. But you’d better hurry. He’ll figure it out eventually. And then he’ll buy you gifts.”

  Alana shuddered. “They’ll be terribly inappropriate for infants, won’t they?”

  I loaded a tray with the remaining plates, biting my bottom lip briefly to hold in my chuckles. After I swallowed the majority of my mirth, I nodded sagely. “Most likely.”

  We were still laughing at each other when we went back out to the dining area. Our family’s heads all whipped toward us. Todd and Chris both wore identical amused expressions while Grayson looked downtrodden and Madeline was positively gleeful. She bounced in her seat, looking between the group she sat with and her and us with a speed that was probably a bit unsafe.

  I exchanged a look with Alana, who merely shrugged in response. We passed out the pies. Grayson kissed Alana’s cheek, declaring her a dessert queen, and rested his hand briefly on my thigh when I sat down.

  “Missed you,” he murmured hotly, pulling me close. My face burned in a bright blush, and I let my cheek rest on his shoulder.

  “Eat your pie,” Madeline said, shoveling her own food in at an overwhelming speed. I frowned at her.

  “That’s…” I trailed off, unsure how to politely approach the subject of her unladylike eating.

  Alana took a less tactful approach. “Disgusting,” she supplied.

  Grayson and I both nodded in agreement. Madeline rolled her eyes and picked up my fork, gathering a huge bite of pie onto it, and then shoved it toward me until I accepted it. Slowly, I took a bite, chewing thoughtfully.

  Chris and Todd, while less eager and revolting, also ate their pies fairly quickly. Grayson, on the other hand, was barely even nibbling at his own plate. Alana and I watched them, confused. It was—well, odd to say the least.

  The ice cream on Grayson’s plate was nearly all melted now, a little circular bobble of formed ice cream still in the center of the puddle, with the crust of the pie absorbing any moisture that came near it. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him not inhale his dessert. Usually, he was a lot like Madeline was currently being in that respect.

  “Hey,” he turned toward me, lips nearly pressed into my neck. “Want to go on a walk with me?”

  I shifted toward him, eyebrows furrowed. He was usually the last person to suggest leaving the group, especially when Chris was there. “Sure.”

  “You okay?” Alana asked, following my train of thought. He gave a smile as his eyes twinkled.

  He nodded quickly, nudging me until I stood up so he could join me. “My legs are just a little stiff from all this sitting and eating.” He grabbed our jackets, shrugging his own on before helping me, in a gentlemanly fashion, into my own. Madeline awed at the sight but otherwise ignored it. Grayson grabbed his beanie from his pocket, shoving it on his head. It was a pretty purple one that reminded me of the day we first met. “You guys keep eating. We’ll, um, be back.”

  Madeline shifted again in her seat. Chris put a calming hand on her arm, and she relaxed at the touch, smiling at him a little too wide. Grayson ushered me out of the diner before I could comment on it, though I was pretty sure I heard Alana loudly say, “
What the hell is that?”

  The wind nipped at us, the way it always did when the sun set and the stars were out. I liked it, though. Liked the way Grayson’s nose would tinge red and his hands would seek mine, without fail, even if we were wearing gloves. We stood a little closer when it was cold, too. No longer did he take a step away when we were in public or worry about being seen. I was pretty sure that he would shout our love from a rooftop if I let him. The past eight months were like a salve over the insecurities that used to plague me. I needn’t look any farther than Grayson’s adoring smile to know that I was loved by this crazy, ridiculous, famous man.

  I snuggled closer than necessary as Grayson looped us around the block, heading for the park that was only a few minutes’ walk from the diner. It had the best view of the stars that I had been able to find in walking distance from both our apartment and the diner. I had once told Grayson that I liked all kinds of stars, not just the celebrity variety. The joke had been met with a low groan and a fistful of popcorn being chucked in my face.

  Still, I supposed it was true.

  “You didn’t tell Alana about the safe,” Grayson noted, his tone hushed as if somehow, she’d be able to overhear. Well, if anyone could, I thought dryly.

  “No,” I sighed. “I will, obviously. It’s just—I want it to just be us.”

  Not that I didn’t love them all. But this was something that needed to be completed with just us cousins, holding hands, and going through what was probably the last new memory of Kyle Hunter we’d have.

  Grayson nodded, his agreement solid even in his silence. He got it.

  He stopped walking when we got a bit into the park, his grip firming on my hand when I absently tried to keep walking.

  “Let’s sit here,” he suggested, gesturing toward the ground. The grass was a little long as if no one had been maintaining it for a few days. It tickled where the edge of my pants was a little too high, and my socks were a little too short.

  I frowned. “Thought your legs hurt.”

  He grinned, the look a little devilish. He threw himself to the ground and tugged me down with him. “That was a lie I used to get you all alone.”