Edge of Love

by E. L. Todd

  Edge of Love

  Book Three of the Forever and Always Series

  E. L. Todd

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All right reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the publisher or author, except in the case of a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

  Edge of Love

  Published by E.L. Todd at Smashwords

  Copyright 2013 E.L. Todd

  For my fans,

  For loving my books, begging for more, and giving me something to work towards. Without all of you, this business wouldn’t be nearly as fun or amazing. You have all my love and gratitude.

  1

  I pulled the blanket over my legs and rested my hands in my lap. The temperature was always so cold on planes, and it made me shiver. I glanced out the window and saw the clouds in the sky. Even though the plane was soaring at an immaculate speed, the floating white marshmallows remained stagnant. Sean and I were flying to Connecticut for the weekend. I still didn’t understand why.

  I leaned my head against the seat and looked at him. “Is this necessary?”

  Sean looked up from the book he was reading. “I want to tell them in person.” His eyes returned to the novel.

  “Do they even know we’re dating?”

  He looked back at me. “Of course they know, Scar. I told them as soon as we got together. Believe me, they were thrilled. They love you.”

  “You’re still dropping a bomb on them.”

  Finally, he put the book down, abandoning his attempt to read. He stared at me. “They’ll be happy, Scar. I think my parents deserve to hear about my engagement in person. I know my mother will be ecstatic.” His shirt hugged his body tightly and I could see the muscles of his torso. They covered his ribs and his stomach, making him appear chiseled. His arms were large, almost the size of my legs, and I found myself staring at him. I couldn’t believe we had been friends so long, but this attraction didn’t stem until recently. It was odd. Sean was gorgeous. How did I not notice it? Staring at the blue irises in his face made me feel hot and bothered. The idea of staying with his parents and sleeping down the hall from their bedroom wasn’t appealing whatsoever.

  “Sean, I want to stay at a hotel.”

  His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Every time I came to visit Sean’s family, I always slept in one of the guestrooms. I never asked to stay elsewhere. “Why?”

  “We are a couple now—it’s weird.”

  He shook his head. “My parents don’t care, Scar. We can sleep in the same bed in my old room. There won’t be a problem. You are my fiancé. Besides, they know we live together.”

  I rolled my eyes. Sean could be so slow sometimes. “You don’t get it, Sean.” I pulled the blanket further up my body, fighting the cold. “I want to have sex.”

  Sean’s face broke into a grin. “I know you do.”

  I rolled my eyes again.

  “Scar, you are such a slut.”

  “You like me that way.”

  His grin widened. “Hell yeah I do.”

  “I mean it, Sean. I don’t want to stay there. The idea of having sex in their house makes me really uncomfortable. You won’t be getting any from me.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Okay,” he said sarcastically. “Like you aren’t just going to rape me anyway then ask me to fuck you as hard as I can.”

  I glared at him. “You are so conceited.”

  “Only for you.” His blue eyes stared into mine. The look gave me shivers. “I know how much you want me—all the time.”

  He was completely right. I wanted to have sex more often than he did, which was why this trip was annoying me. I couldn’t imagine practicing sexual abstinence for three nights in a row. “Sean, I mean it.”

  He sighed. “You know how my mom is. She’ll never let us stay anywhere else.”

  I knew he was right. “Fine. Then we aren’t having sex this weekend.”

  He stared at me, and I felt unnerved by the look. He leaned closer to me, and I could smell the scent of his skin. It reminded me of the sweat that dripped from his chest when we made love. I always licked it away because the sight turned me on so much. His voice came out as a whisper. “I can have you whenever I want, babe.”

  I tore my gaze away and ignored him. His supernatural ability to arouse me with just his words annoyed me sometimes. I didn’t want him to realize how much power he had over me so I acted indifferent to him. Besides, this was a long flight. I didn’t want to be horny for the entire journey.

  Sean leaned closer to me and I felt his arm brush against mine. He rested his hand on my thigh then moved underneath the blanket. My heart accelerated in my chest when I realized what he was doing. I knew I should stop him, but the slut within me wouldn’t let me. His palm ran up my thigh then slipped under my dress. His fingers started to rub my clit gently, teasingly. I stared straight ahead and tried to control my breathing. My heart was racing out of control. His ministrations increased and I started to sweat. It felt so good and I couldn’t hide the pleasure I was feeling. I started to breathe loudly. Quiet moans started to escape my lips. I turned to Sean and buried my face in his neck, trying to be quiet. I could hear the smile in his voice.

  “Open your legs,” he whispered.

  Even though I was ashamed, I did as he commanded. His fingers rubbed me harder and he slipped two fingers inside me. I grabbed his forearm and gripped him tightly. I was so aroused, so excited, that I didn’t care that people were around. I continued to breathe into Sean’s neck while he pleased me the way I liked. A part of me felt ashamed, but the other part of me couldn’t care less.

  It felt so good. “Sean.”

  He rubbed me harder, and I felt the orgasm build inside of me.

  I grabbed his neck and moaned into his ear, anticipating the explosion about to take place inside my body. Suddenly, he pulled away then grabbed the book he was reading earlier, picking up where he left off. He didn’t look at me while he turned through the pages.

  The loss of his fingers sent me into a withdrawal. I still felt the sweat on my breasts and the arousal between my legs. I knew what game Sean was playing. I wanted him to lose, but I wanted to come more.

  I grabbed the book and put it down. Then, I leaned closer to him and pressed my lips against his ear. “I want you to fuck me in the bathroom.”

  His smile was wider than I’ve ever seen it. “That’s what I thought.”

  I pulled down my dress then rose from my chair. I walked down the aisle of seats until I reached the bathrooms. I grabbed the first one that was unlocked then walked inside. I waited a few moments for Sean to join me. My body was in a blaze of longing, and the desire was escalating the longer I waited for him. I was angry at Sean for making me feel this way, but at the same time, I loved him even more. I couldn’t resist him.

  The door opened and Sean walked inside. As soon as he locked the door behind him, I grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the mouth. I unzipped his jeans as fast as I could and pulled them to the floor. I felt his hard dick in my hand and listened to Sean moan quietly. He was panting for me, wanting to fuck as much as I wanted to.

  The bathroom was cramped, tiny, but we didn’t need much room anyway. Sean turned me around and pushed me against the sink. He stared at me in the mirror while he lifted up my dress. Then, he grabbed my leg, removed my shoe, and rested my foot on the sink. I was very flexible, and Sean loved that about me. He continued to stare at me while he pressed his dick against my entrance. Just the touch of his cock against my clit was enough to make me crumble.

  He grabbed my rais
ed thigh then my opposite hip, prepared to pound into me as hard as he could.

  I knew he was teasing me, building me up until he actually penetrated me. He stared at me in the mirror, waiting for me to beg him. He wanted to prove his point. That he could fuck me any time, any place.

  I met his gaze. “Fuck me.”

  He smiled then inserted himself inside me. The feel of him moving within me, stretching me, made me gasp involuntarily. He leaned his lips to my ear and hushed me. He thrust himself hard and fast inside me. I gripped the rim of the sink as he slammed into me, over and over. I bit my lip as I tried to keep quiet. It felt so good that I didn’t want it to end. I felt the orgasm start to take over my body. Sean, who knew my body better than I did, pressed his lips against my ear.

  “Enjoy.” He rubbed my clit as I rode the wave of my orgasm, gripping his neck while he continued to fuck me like a dog in heat.

  “Sean.”

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “Sean.” I gripped him tighter as the euphoria spread through my body, long overdue.

  “You are such a slut and I love fucking you like a dirty whore.”

  I moaned as I finished my orgasm. My body still felt tender as he moved inside me.

  “Now it’s my turn.” He pounded into me harder than ever before. I watched his face as he met his pleasure. He leaned his head back as he gasped, his lips slightly open. He closed his eyes and moaned, coming inside me. He grabbed my hips and bucked into me. “Yeah. Fuck yes.” The sight of him getting off aroused me again. He rested his head on top of mine and caught his breath.

  “Finger me.”

  Sean smiled. “That wasn’t enough?”

  “I love watching you come.”

  He moved his finger to my clit and rubbed me aggressively, fingering me at the same time. “I do, too.” He stared at my reflection in the mirror as he shoved his fingers deep inside me, rubbing the flesh in the front of my vaginal wall. The combination of his fingers and his thumb rubbing the nub at the apex of my thighs had me shaking with pleasure.

  “Come for me.”

  I moaned. “I am.”

  My head rolled back, leaning against his chest as I felt my orgasm spread throughout my body, igniting my body in a blaze. I started to moan loudly, but Sean covered my lips with his until the moment passed.

  When I caught my breath, I stared at our reflection in the mirror. I looked exhausted and satisfied. Sean looked like he just won an Olympic medal. He was grinning at me triumphantly.

  He pressed his lips against my ear. “You’re a filthy whore.”

  “Only for you.”

  “You got that right.” Sean stepped back and dressed himself. I returned the shoe to my foot then pulled down my dress. My hair was a mess so I straightened it with my fingers. Sean washed his hands then left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I leaned against the wall while I waited for the time to pass. Sean was the best sex I’ve ever had, hands down. There were times when we made love, and other moments when we fucked like animals. I didn’t know which I loved doing more. It was a tie. I couldn’t believe that I was marrying him. He was my best friend and the greatest lover I ever had. Sometimes he could be a cocky asshole, but I loved his flaws just as much as his perfections. To me, Sean was absolutely perfect. We had our problems in the past, but now I trusted him completely. I know he would never lie to me, cheat on me, or hurt me in any way.

  I waited a few moments before I left the bathroom and walked down the aisle. When I reached my seat, the old lady sitting in the row adjacent to us glared at me, clearly disapproving what my fiancé and I just did. Her hair was gray and she wore thick glasses that made her eyes look huge. She wore a classy outfit like she was a professor at a prestigious college. I couldn’t care less what this old bitch thought. I glared back.

  Sean caught the exchange. “Are you going to throw popcorn at her?”

  A smile crept across my lips but I tried to fight it. I leaned back in my seat and sighed. Now that I came, I felt satisfied and sleepy. That was a really good fuck, one of the best we ever had. We’ve had sex in public places, but this was our first time screwing on a plane.

  Sean leaned toward me and kissed me on the forehead. Then, he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me gently. When he pulled away, he rubbed his nose against mine while he looked into my eyes. I felt my heart melt at the sight. It was obvious how much Sean loved me. He knew when to be aggressive and dominant when we fucked like rabbits in spring, but knew when to be gentle and loving when we made love. It was the perfect combination.

  He smiled at me. “You feel better now?”

  I felt my cheeks blush. Even though I was satisfied, I was embarrassed by my previous behavior. I really was acting like a total slut. I nodded but didn’t speak. He kissed me on the forehead again. “I love you.”

  My heart constricted at his words. “I love you, too.”

  “I’m glad I please you so well.”

  I smiled. “Well, today was a great performance but it doesn’t change anything. We still aren’t having sex at your mother’s house.”

  Sean rolled his eyes then leaned back in his chair. “I’ve had sex with tons of women at my parents’ house.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Is that supposed to persuade me? Know your audience, Sean.”

  He sighed. “Fine. We’ll stay at a hotel. But I have a feeling my mom won’t allow it no matter how much we argue with her. It’s inevitable.”

  I leaned closer to him. “Just be firm.”

  He smiled then grabbed my hand, placing it over his erection. “Like I am with you?”

  I hit his shoulder. “Don’t be gross.”

  Sean pressed his lips against my neck and kissed me gently. His mouth stopped at my ear. “You like it when I’m gross.” He continued to kiss me.

  I felt eyes bore into me and knew I was being watched. I looked across the aisle and met the gaze of the woman who was glaring at me earlier. Her look of disapproval had increased by tenfold. Sean placed his hand on my thigh then trailed his lips to my chest.

  The anger ignited in my body as I looked at her. Without thinking before speaking, I said, “Yes, we screwed in the bathroom. Get over it.” Sean pulled away and looked at me, shocked that I just announced our transgression to everyone in our vicinity. The other passengers started whispering to one another as they listened to my words. Within a few seconds, everyone was talking about it. The pretentious woman finally looked away.

  Sean smiled then shook his head. “Such a slut.”

  2

  Sean and I were standing at the luggage claim, waiting for our bags to come through the conveyor belt. I saw the old woman on the other side of the room. She glanced at us every few seconds while she waited for her bags to be released.

  Sean caught my look. “Will you let it go?”

  I shook my head.

  He sighed. “In her defense, what we did was wrong.”

  “I’ll remember that when you want to get laid on the return flight home.”

  He smiled. “We can play this game as many times as you want. I’ll always win. I promise you.”

  A small smile lifted the corners of my mouth. Sean wrapped his arms around my waist and looked down at me. “Babe, let it go.” He pressed his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes. “I think you need to get fucked again.”

  I smiled. “I always need to get fucked.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck then buried my face into his chest, escaping from reality for a moment. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing his parents. I loved them dearly, but I wasn’t sure how supportive they would be of our engagement. Sean hadn’t been broken up with Penelope for very long, and his parents might think we rushed into this too quickly. I knew they loved Penelope for Sean. Would they love me just as much?

  Sean rested his head on top of mine while he waited for our luggage to reveal itself. We said nothing for a long time. I moved into Sean and tried t
o forget about his parents. Even if they weren’t supportive, it wouldn’t change anything. Sean would marry me today if that’s what I wanted.

  When he spotted our luggage, he released his hold on me and retrieved our bags from the conveyor belt. He hoisted them over his shoulders and held the bags in both hands.

  “I can carry mine.” I reached out to grab my luggage, but Sean moved away.

  “My fiancé doesn’t carry anything.” He left the room and walked down the hallway. I walked beside him as he carried all of my belongings. I didn’t need all the items I brought on this trip, but I always over-packed. I knew how heavy everything was and felt guilty for letting Sean carry it all.

  When we walked outside, I waved down a cab. Sean placed everything in the trunk then sat down beside me in the backseat. He told the driver the address then placed his arm over my shoulder, holding me close to him. I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned into him, smelling the scent of his body.

  Sean placed his hand on my thigh. “Round two?”

  I smiled. “It will have to wait for the hotel.”

  He slipped his hand underneath my dress. “But I can start to get you ready now.”

  I pulled his hand away. “I don’t want to be horny when we see your parents.”

  “You are going to be anyway.”

  “You’re such a cocky asshole.”

  He shrugged. “And you’re a kinky slut.”

  “That’s different. I only act that way toward you. You’re a cocky asshole to everyone.”

  “Actually, no. I just act that way around you.”

  “Lucky me,” I said sarcastically.

  We drove from the airport and headed for the coast. Sean’s parents had a lot of money—a lot. They owned a beach house right on the sand. It wasn’t even a house, but a mansion. One of the things I liked about Sean was his humbleness. If you never knew his parents were rich, you never would have guessed it. He never mentioned it, nor did he act like a brat. Instead of joining the family business, he moved to New York and found his own living. It made me more attracted to him than I already was. I respected him. And I was never interested in his money. I loved the small apartment we had in Seattle. It was perfect for the two of us.