Forever Hers (The Forever Series Book 3)

by Lisa Evans

  Kissing me here, right in the middle of the street for all others to see, he holds me in his arms when he does. I’m glad he hasn’t been afraid to show his feelings for me out here in public, although I have to admit I was a bit worried about it at first. But after that first date of ours, he never hesitated. He was always ready to hold my hand and hug me even though people were watching. After all, Sweetwater is a small town and it’s hard to keep secrets from anyone. But we’ve yet to tell my mother about it. We decided to keep her out of the loop until she’s fully recovered.

  “Get your butt in the car, lady,” Dillon says, patting me on my butt. I love it when he does that, acting like he’s in control of the situation. Even though I wouldn’t have tolerated it from anyone else, I like it when he treats me like this.

  “Yes sir,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him while I get in the car.

  Since we’re literally unable to keep our hands off each other whenever we’re in the same room, we end up pulling over to the side of the road to get our rocks off. I’ve been waiting to see him all day, and just being next to him is enough to turn me on.

  Dillon is, as always, in the driver’s seat, and after he’s parked the car on the side of the road, he turns his attention to me. Kissing me and fondling me, he slides his thick, wet tongue into my mouth while sneaking his hand down my pants. I love this. I love it when he just takes what he wants from me, and makes me come faster than a speeding bullet. He’s so sexy and masculine, and I love it when he takes charge of the situation. It makes me feel like I’m being taken care of. Like I’m the center of his world and there’s no one else but me for him.

  “You are so fine, baby,” he mumbles between his hungry kisses. Slipping his fingers down my panties, he dips them into my wetness and makes me tingle all over. “So sexy… So damn sexy…” he keeps mumbling, and I moan into his mouth while he continues to kiss me and touch me.

  Meanwhile, although I’m finding it hard to focus on anything other than the pleasure he’s giving me, I search for his zipper. Yanking it down, I keep my eyes closed while sticking my hand inside his underwear. There it is. His wonderful, silky smooth stiffness. All hard and hot, just for me. I love holding him, and I fucking adore it when he thrusts into my hand. Just like now.

  “Dillon,” I moan as I sense his fingers reaching deeper and deeper inside of me. Moving them around in circular motions, he makes me come. “OH GOD…” I whimper, and squeeze his cock hard while I let the orgasm take complete hold of me. I feel him thrusting into my hand, and before I know it, he’s panting and groaning, coming and whispering my name.

  “I love you baby,” he says after we’ve both calmed down. “But this is getting dangerous.”

  “It is?” I ask, smiling salaciously at him.

  “Well, technically, having sex inside a vehicle in public like this is a felony… Wouldn’t wanna be charged with that.”

  “You don’t say, Sheriff? Well, how about you and I get the hell out of here then?”

  I can tell something is bothering him when I look into his eyes later that night. We’re having dinner at his house, and though he’s smiling and laughing at my jokes, there’s something amiss. I wonder what it is, but at the same time I find it hard to speak up. I don’t want to ruin the mood, because I think we’re having a great time together, as always.

  “You about done?” he asks, shying his eyes away when I attempt to look into his. He’s been doing this all night, and I keep wondering why. Is it because we did what we did in the car? Is he embarrassed? Maybe he’s changed his mind about me and being seen in public?

  “Sure. Thanks. It was delicious.”

  It was. He made pasta alfredo for me, and it was the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. Well, apart from that lasagna he made last week. He’s a really good cook, and I’m glad he seems to enjoy cooking for me.

  “Let me grab that plate for ya,” he says, and starts clearing the table.

  “Hey, Dillon,” I say, the pit in my stomach growing larger. The situation reminds me of when I was little and went to school one day and everyone was pointing their fingers at me, whispering something behind my back. It was awful, and I had no idea what was going on until my best friend Lucy walked over to me at the end of the day to tell me what it was all about. Somebody had seen my mom, always rambling and getting into fights like the drunk she was at the time, cutting the hair off one of the girls’ moms with whom I went to school. This was back when she was still running her hair salon. It was horrendous. Apparently, my mom had gotten upset when the lady in question had complained about the way her hair color had turned out, and my mom had just pulled out her shears and had cut off the other woman’s ponytail just like that. I was completely mortified, obviously, and nobody at school would talk to me for months. Except Lucy of course.

  Lucy, I wonder where she is now. Though I’m glad she moved away from Sweetwater, it feels a bit sad that she isn’t here with me. I could use a friend. I mean, yes I have Dillon, but sometimes you just need a girlfriend as well.

  “What is it, baby?” Dillon asks, still busy clearing the table.

  “Oh, nothing,” I say, feeling like I lost my train of thought all of a sudden.

  “You sure?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “Look, Dillon,” I say, knowing in my heart of hearts that I’ve got to say something to him. I can’t stand not knowing what’s going on in his mind. If something’s wrong I have to know. Now. “Is everything alright with you?”

  Dillon looks at me with confusion in his eyes.

  “I just…” I say, and sigh. “You seem like you’ve got something on your mind. Something that’s… Distracting you.”

  “I’m fine,” he says, turning away from me to put the plates into the dishwasher.

  “Are you sure? Because you seem like you’ve got something that’s bugging you.”

  “It’s that obvious, huh?”

  So I was correct. There is something the matter.

  “Well,” he says, turning on the dishwasher first, before pulling his chair next to me. Sitting down on it, he grabs my hands and looks into my eyes. “Nothing’s really the matter, baby. It’s just… I’ve been worried about you is all.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes. You.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, you’re my world, baby. And I… Ever since the accident with your mother I’ve, well… Man, how do I say this without sounding…”

  “Just say it,” I tell him, and squeeze his hands. I love the feel of them against mine. They’re rough and strong. Just like him.

  “When I saw your mother’s car like that, I was afraid. I was afraid I’d lost you. And every now and then afterwards I’ve… Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about you and us and life. I don’t want to lose you. Ever. And I don’t want us to miss out on a single moment together. I love you Kennedy. I really do.”

  “I love you too Dillon. But you don’t need to worry about me. I’ll always be here. Forever.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. I love you, Dillon. I love you, and I want to be with you, and I wanna marry you and have babies with you and anything you want really.”

  Am I really saying these things out loud? It doesn’t sound like me, but it’s how I feel.

  “You wanna marry me?”

  I blush, but I nod my head. “Yes.”

  “Don’t be shy, baby. I wanna marry you too.”

  “So what do you say we get hitched?”

  “What, like right away?”

  “Yeah, why not?”

  Dillon looks at me with shock and astonishment all over his face. I bet he never saw this coming, but it’s how I feel. I want him, and if he wants me then I don’t see the big deal. I never wanted a big wedding anyhow, and now that I’ve found the man of my dreams, I’d might as well close the deal while we’re at it.

  Looking straight into his eyes, I want him to say yes.

  Please Dil
lon, I think to myself.

  Don’t go and break my heart now.

  Chapter 8

  DILLON

  IT’S PAST MIDNIGHT when we enter Las Vegas, Nevada. I never thought I’d ever be doing something like this, but it feels like the right thing to do. I love Kennedy, and she loves me, so why shouldn’t we get hitched if it’s what we both want? There’s no reason for us to wait a moment longer than necessary. Being married has always been what I’ve wanted, so now that I’ve found my woman, I’d might as well make her an honest one as well.

  Holding her hand as we walk into the chapel, I feel a bit nervous, but I’m also anxious to get it over and done with. Before we left Sweetwater, we bought ourselves a couple of rings from a toy capsule vending machine. Mine’s a little tight, but it’ll have to do until we can get real ones next week. Kennedy’s ring is adorable, it’s pink with a big pink plastic diamond on it, and it suits her perfectly.

  “You still sure about this?” I ask her as we fill out the required forms to get married.

  “Dead sure, Sheriff,” she says, and signs the paper before I do. Man, she’s wild. I love it. And she’s absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. And she’s all mine. I can’t want to make love to her as husband and wife, it’s going to be wonderful.

  “Okay,” I say, signing the paper too. “Let’s do this,” I add, and wrap my arm around her shoulders, and kiss her on the forehead. We’re both dressed completely in black, she in her tank top and jeans and high heels, and me in my shirt, jeans, cowboy hat and boots.

  She’s the love of my life.

  And I’m about to marry her.

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Elvis Presley says, and next to him Marilyn Monroe stands witnessing Kennedy and I entering holy matrimony. “You may now kiss.”

  Kennedy, being Kennedy, throws herself at me and gives me the deepest kiss she’s ever given me. My head is spinning with excitement, and when she presses her body against mine, all I want to do is tear off her clothes and fuck her. She’s mine now.

  Forever and ever.

  Checking into the penthouse suite at the Bellagio, I obviously scoop her tiny body into my arms, and carry her into our home for the night. Kennedy squeals with delight, caressing my neck with her smooth fingertips as we enter the room. It is huge.

  “Whoa,” Kennedy blurts out when she notices the panorama windows. We have a perfect view of the Las Vegas skyline, and it is simply glowing in the darkness of the night. “It’s magical,” Kennedy says, her eyes wide with excitement. “I can’t believe we’re really here and that we’re married, husband.”

  “Well, wife,” I say, wrapping my arms around her where we’re standing by the window looking out. Hugging her from behind, I hold her close. “You better start believing it. Because this is all true. And it’s really happening.”

  “I love you Dillon,” she says, craning her neck to the side. Searching for my mouth, she pulls my head down to meet hers. We kiss. It’s a soft, romantic kind of kiss, and it stirs my body alive. I feel on fire, and I want her so much that I can’t wait a moment longer to consummate our marriage.

  “I love you too Kennedy,” I whisper, and turn her around so that she’s facing me. “Come. Let’s check out the bedroom.”

  Kennedy giggles with delight, and I grab her hand and lead us towards the bedroom. Inside, there’s an enormous King size bed. That’s where we’ll make love as husband and wife for the first time, and I’m not going to waste another moment to get started. Which is why I start undressing Kennedy straight away.

  Tossing my hat aside, I then hook my fingers into Kennedy’s tank top, and pull it off her. Kissing her, I move my hands down to her crotch and start unbuttoning her jeans. Meanwhile, I feel Kennedy’s fingers fumbling around my crotch too, opening my belt buckle first, before moving on to my zipper.

  Soon as her jeans have come off, I throw her down on the bed. Kennedy squeals when I do, and I smile when I spot my target. Right between her luscious thighs is the one thing I’ve been yearning to taste ever since we started this whole thing.

  Joining her on the bed, I pull off her black panties, and throw them behind me. Then I part her legs and place my hands on her hips. Looking up at her face, I can tell she’s nervous, but I tell her it’s alright. Then I gently bow my head down and stick my tongue into that gorgeous, pink, velvety wonder that is her.

  “Dillon…” Kennedy mumbles.

  She tastes wonderful. I’ve been longing for so long to taste her that now that I’ve got her right where I want her to be, I feel like I’m going to come straight away. I feel myself throbbing and aching to be inside of her, but I can’t get enough of her most precious part, so I keep going even though it’s a struggle to hold it together.

  Glancing up at her, I see her writhing and clutching the sheets beneath us, and when I curl my tongue up against her precious, swollen nub, I force her to come.

  “OH GOD… DILLON,” she hollers, twisting and turning while she moans. In my mouth I feel her pulsating, and that’s more than I can handle. So I swiftly move up her body and push into her.

  “I love you baby,” I murmur under my breath as I start thrusting. “You’re the best wife a guy could get.”

  “Fuck me Dillon,” Kennedy whines, and clings to my shoulders while we make love as husband and wife for the first time. I’ve never wanted her as much as I want her right now, and when I feel her wet warmth clasping around me while she climaxes, I come too.

  Yelling her name out loudly, I push myself as deep inside of her as I can. Panting over her, I look down on her face and watch her come all over again.

  She’s the most beautiful, most precious soul I’ve ever known. And I am so thankful she wants to be with me.

  My wife.

  My everything.

  Always and forever.

  Later that night, after we’ve drunk some champagne to celebrate our wedding and Kennedy’s fallen asleep on my arm, I lie here watching her.

  She’s so precious to me, and I’m elated she wanted to marry me. Now we’ll always be as one, and nothing will ever come between us.

  Whispering to her that I love her and I’ll always love her, I kiss her on the forehead and hug her tightly, before I too fall asleep right next to her.

  “You know,” Kennedy says to me over breakfast the following morning. “My mom’s gonna freak out when she hears about this.”

  “You think?”

  “Oh yes. She’s going to have a meltdown, I promise you that. Not so much because I’ve gone and married you – because I think she’s always liked you and she won’t mind having you as her son in law – but the fact that she wasn’t there when her only daughter got married – that’s going to sting.”

  “Is that so?”

  I suppose Kennedy is right. But it doesn’t look like she’s all that upset about it, in fact it looks an awful like she’s enjoying the idea of making her mother upset. I suppose it’s the rebel inside of her, the part which I love and adore so much.

  “Yeah, she’s going to lose it,” she says, smiling and glancing out the window. The skyline looks completely different in daylight, but my wife doesn’t. She’s gorgeous as always, and she really looks cute in that white bathrobe she’s wearing.

  “Well, I guess we’ll have to let her know sooner or later,” I tell her, and take a sip of my coffee. “Because as soon as we get these things replaced,” I say and hold up my left hand with the snug wedding band on my ring finger, “I’m never taking it off again.”

  Pulling her eyes away from the window, Kennedy looks at me. She smiles, and tells me that she loves me. And it warms my heart.

  Before we check out of the hotel suite, we manage to find the time to make love once more. Sitting in the Jacuzzi, I’m naked and ready for my wife to join me in it when I hear her entering the bathroom.

  “Hey Sheriff, ain’t it about time we get ready to get out of here?” she asks, standing there still wearing the hotel bathrobe. “I was just about to get
dressed.”

  “Come here, baby,” I tell her, and she complies. Reaching my arms out, I pull her into the tub.

  “Dillon! What are you doing?” she squeals, laughing and giggling.

  “Just doing with my wife as I wish,” I tell her and untie the bathrobe. It’s soaking wet, and once I’ve peeled it off her shoulders, I expose her ample breasts. They’re so delicious-looking, and when Kennedy straddles me, I suck her left nipple into my mouth. Again, she squeals and starts moaning. At the same time, she grabs hold of my cock and sits down on it. With her hands clinging to my shoulders, she moves up and down on top of me, and fucks me like the goddamn queen she is. I come within moments, and so does she.

  “Now,” I mumble, panting and struggling to catch my breath. “Now I’m ready to get out of here.”

  Kissing her on the mouth, I hold her close with the Jacuzzi bubbles caressing our bodies.

  About twenty minutes later, we bolt out the door and check out of the hotel. If someone had told me a week ago that I’d be going to Las Vegas for an overnight trip and would return from that trip a married man, I wouldn’t have believed them. Yet here I am, married and headed back to Sweetwater with my wife by my side.

  Tonight when we get back home, I plan on telling her about my dream of buying my own ranch and breeding horses. I still haven’t gotten around to telling her about it yet, mostly because we haven’t really had the time to talk about the future. But now that we’re husband and wife, it’s about time we started planning for the future. We still haven’t discussed the topic of children either, but I know I’ll be fine with either way she wants it. If she don’t want kids, then so be it. I won’t mind. I can find other things in life to fulfill me. But if she wants ‘em, and she wants a whole litter of ‘em, I’m gonna make damn sure she gets exactly what she wants, and I’m gonna provide for them.