My Forever (Our Forever Book 3)

by Elena Matthews

  I like that I’m able to give him an out from his real life, that I’m the one he runs to because, and as he told me, I’m the only good thing in his life right now.

  My heart flutters in my chest when he laughs out loud to the television because, damn, that sound is unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. It’s sweet, husky, and so fucking sexy.

  Realizing I’m seconds from pouncing on him, straddling his thick, beautiful thighs and slamming one on him, I sit up and point to his almost-empty bottle of beer. “Do you want another?” I ask.

  He turns to look at me with a lazy smile. “Yeah, please.”

  I stand and head to the kitchen. When I open the refrigerator, I frown when I come up empty. All I see inside my fridge is a single eggplant, a block of feta cheese, and bottles of water. Shit, we must have drunk them all.

  That’s when I remember Jace came to mine last night to watch a movie, and he’s usually always eating and drinking me out of house and home. Then, I remember he also likes to smoke a little pot on the weekends and always ends up leaving his stash here. I look into the drawer where we keep the plastic wrap, paper towels, et cetera, and there sits a clear baggie with several already-rolled-up joints. Surely, if we haven’t got any more beer left, we could just get high, right?

  Answering my own question with a resounding yes, I grab a single joint and head back into the living room with a sly grin on my smile.

  “So, I have good news and bad news. Bad news: I don’t have any more beers left. Good news: my brother left this behind from last night,” I say, holding up the white joint between my thumb and finger.

  Chase looks down at my hand and cocks a brow. “Weed?”

  “Yep,” I say with a pop to my P.

  “Since when do you smoke pot?” he asks with a smile.

  I plop myself on my knees beside him on the sofa.

  “They don’t recommend it, but a little bit of pot is a great meditation tactic, so I have a little now and again. You want to smoke with me?” I question, grinning like a naughty little schoolgirl.

  He looks from me to the joint and back to me again. He doesn’t look too thrilled with the idea.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes.”

  “I can’t…”

  Then, it clicks.

  Shit, Olivia.

  “Oh my God, I’m so dumb. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think of Olivia. I know how you feel about drugs, and here I just came out with a joint like it’s party central. I’ll just head out and grab more beers. There’s a convenience store just a few blocks away.”

  I go to stand, my stomach churning with guilt, when I suddenly feel Chase’s hand on my arm.

  “Kaelyn, that’s not it at all. Olivia’s problem was with hard drugs, not a little weed. If it were, then my life would have been a completely different story. The reason I can’t is because I work with kids. I can’t have marijuana in my system,” he explains.

  The churning in my stomach eases, but I still feel terrible. “Yeah, I get that. It was still insensitive of me though. I’ll just grab some more beers.”

  “No, you won’t. It’s late…and you’re kind of dressed like a wet dream right now.”

  My stomach churns again, but this time, it’s with excitement at his words.

  “Well, obviously, I’d get changed,” I point out with a breathless laugh.

  “If you want to mellow out and smoke a joint, be my guest. I’ll just grab a water or something…”

  “Is that the only reason you don’t want to smoke? Because of your job, not because you hate the stuff?”

  “Yes, my job,” Chase answers.

  “But you have Sundays off, right?”

  “Yes,” he answers again, this time with a slight quirk of his lips.

  “Well then, a few little drags should be out of your system by Monday. I mean, I’m not asking you to smoke a bong or anything.”

  He barks out a laugh before saying, “No, I suppose you aren’t.”

  I shuffle a little closer to him. “Answer me this; since you’re such a good boy and all,” I tease, “have you ever smoked pot before?”

  “Of course. It was when I was a punk back in high school.”

  That makes me grin. “Then, have a little smoke with me,” I say in a suggestive tone. “Just a few puffs. It’s kind of boring when you smoke on your own.”

  “You’re quite the bad influence, aren’t you?”

  “Is that a yes?” I ask, smiling playfully.

  “Yes,” he finally says, and I clap my hands with excitement.

  Magic Drugs

  Chase

  Kaelyn wraps herself in a warm blanket before we head to the small balcony situated just outside her window. Similar to the one in Friends, we have to climb through the window, which is easier for Kaelyn’s smaller frame and flexible muscles, but for me, it’s like trying to push salami through a mailbox.

  I manage to get through, and Kaelyn giggles at my red face.

  “That window isn’t made for a guy my size,” I comment as I step toward the railing to look at the December night, more lights twinkling in the distance since Christmas is only days away.

  “You can say that again,” she says, still laughing. “I was going to have doors put in, but it worked out to be ridiculously expensive, so I just kept the window. It was never an issue when only I was climbing through it, but I guess it’s a bit tricky for a huge hockey player, huh?”

  “Um, just a little,” I deadpan.

  Smiling, she places the joint between her lips and produces a lighter seemingly out of nowhere. She lights it up and wastes no time in inhaling it back. Her eyes flutter closed as she lets the marijuana soothe into her lungs, and my cock wakes up at the sight of her. She’s so sexy, and her smoking makes her kind of badass as well, more than usual. I find myself so enamored with her that I startle when she holds the joint out to me.

  I take it from her as if I were a pro pot smoker, but the second I bring it to my lips and inhale, instead of it easing down my lungs, I just cough instead. Kaelyn bursts out laughing as I slam my hand against my chest to catch my breath.

  “Jesus,” I say once my coughs die down.

  “Wow, that was weak, Chase,” she says, humor glistening in her eyes. She takes hold of the joint from my fingers. “I thought you said you’ve smoked weed before?”

  “Yeah, before I had hairs on my chest.”

  “You really were deprived, weren’t you? I have many things to teach you. First thing, how to smoke a joint.”

  “What else am I going to learn?” I ask, cocking my head to the side, a big-ass smirk on my face.

  Her smile deepens, and she taps her finger to her nose. “Patience. All will come in due time.” She holds the joint up as if it were the Holy Grail. “You want to breathe the inhale slowly, not rush it. If you rush it before your lungs are ready, you will choke, like you did.”

  She snickers, and I flash my eyes at her with irritation.

  “You need to pull the smoke into your mouth before inhaling into your lungs. Then, you savor that for a few seconds before exhaling. It’s a little like meditation breathing…but instead of fresh air, you’re getting high.” She grins before lifting the lit joint. “Like this.”

  I watch her closely as she draws it to her mouth and inhales. Then, a few seconds later, she exhales the smoke through her nose, looking more chilled by the second. “You try.” Instead of passing me the joint, she steps up to me until we’re only inches away and sets it to my lips. “Draw the smoke into your mouth, but don’t inhale.”

  I try to ignore her proximity and focus on the task at hand without looking like a complete and utter pussy in front of her, but it’s hard when she smells so good and looks so fucking incredible. I take a pull, drawing the smoke in, and though my throat feels as if it is beginning to close, I push through the resistance and my urge to cough. When Kaelyn tells me to inhale slowly, I do. The smoke goes down a little easier into my lungs, and when I exhale, Ka
elyn is grinning ear to ear.

  We take turns taking drags, and before we know it, we’ve smoked it all. It doesn’t take long before my mind is swimming, and when Kaelyn doesn’t stop giggling, I realize she’s at full penetration with her high. Then, I start laughing at the word penetration, knowing it’s the wrong word in that context but loving it’s the wrong word, if you get what I mean.

  “What’s so funny?” she asks as she sits Indian-style in the middle of the balcony, full-on belly laughing.

  I join her on the floor opposite and cross my legs.

  “You’re high,” I point out, and we both laugh as if I told the funniest joke.

  “So are you.”

  “I totally am. I feel amazing. Like totally fucking amazing. That weed is like magic.”

  She lets her head loll back, chuckling. “It is. I should ask Jace where he gets it from because everyone should know about it. Everyone should feel this good.”

  I laugh at the sound of her brother’s name. “Jace. It’s so similar to my name. Chase. Jace.” I snort.

  “His is spelled a little differently, but it’s almost like the same name,” Kaelyn says, giggling.

  We continue to laugh at the most profound things when, really, I know we’re laughing at absolutely nothing, but every little thing that leaves our mouths is hilarious.

  “Tell me a secret,” Kaelyn blurts out.

  I don’t even have control over the answer I give; it slips out. “I once stole a Mars bar when I was a kid.”

  Kaelyn shrieks with mocked horror. “A Mars bar! You’re such a criminal mastermind,” she deadpans. “No, tell me something real, something juicy and exciting, something no one else knows.”

  I think for a moment, watching as she sways side to side, a grin plastered on her sweet, beautiful face as she waits for my answer.

  “If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell a soul. If you do, I’ll have to kill you.”

  She eagerly nods her head and does a cross over her chest. “I cross my heart and hope to die.” Then, she starts giggling again. “Cross my heart and hope to die,” she muses. “What a crazy saying. You wouldn’t cross your heart and actually hope to die, right?”

  “Well, it doesn’t actually mean you hope to die; it’s a metaphor. You’re saying you’ll stay true to your word.”

  “Still, it’s kind of a crazy metaphor if you ask me. It should say, Cross my heart and hope not to die, but I’ll be true to my word because I’m a fucking awesome secret keeper.”

  I bark out with laughter. “It’s kind of wordy, don’t you think? Plus, your facts are incorrect. Didn’t you once tell me that you could never keep a single one of your brothers’ secrets because you’re way too honest for your own good?”

  “Well, yeah…but they’re my brothers. Half the time, they deserved to be thrown under the bike anyway.”

  “Bike? Don’t you mean bus?” I ask, laughing loudly.

  “That’s what I said,” she confidently states.

  It just makes me laugh even more.

  “No, you definitely said bike, and that’s scientifically incorrect. You can’t physically be thrown under a bike,” I explain.

  “Whatever. Potato, potahto. Are you going to tell me your juicy secret?” she asks, clapping her hands together with glee, her eyes wide with intrigue.

  “Okay. You remember I told you I was a bit of a punk back in my day. My friends and I used to dare each other to do stupid shit, and I mean, really stupid shit. I’m talking, if someone told us to jump off a fucking building, we would. Jackass had nothing on us. Someone dared me to have my dick pierced, and like an idiot, I got my dick pierced.”

  “Oh my God,” she shrieks, almost deliriously, a grin plastered on her face. “How old were you?”

  “Fifteen, and it hurt like a motherfucking bitch. Way worse than my circumcision I had when I was eight.”

  “Do you still have it?” she asks excitedly, her eyes the size of saucers.

  “Yes. After the pain of having it done, there was no way I was having that fucking thing out again. As a grown-ass man, it has its advantages though.” I grin, feeling looser with my words than normal, but I’m guessing that’s down to the weed doing a fine job of chilling me the fuck out.

  “I have to see this.”

  My eyes bug out at her request, and I chuckle.

  “What? No way,” I protest, shaking my head.

  She lays on her puppy-dog eyes. “You can’t tell me you have a pierced dick and not show me!”

  “I am not showing you my dick.”

  “It’s the least you can do after seeing me naked.”

  She does have a point, but I had no control over that. She voluntarily stripped for me in a move that blew my fucking mind. However, me seeing her naked and her seeing me naked are two different things. The minute my pants are off in front of her, I will be hard as a rock, and friends don’t get hard in front of other friends. At least the kind of friends we are. In fact, friends don’t show each other their naked body parts.

  “You haven’t even told me a secret, so it’s hardly fair I tell you my secret and then whip my dick out. Tit for tat, baby. You’ve got to give me something, too.”

  She throws her head back with a giggle before locking eyes back on mine. “So, if I tell you something juicy, you’ll show me?”

  “Maybe…” I’m totally lying, but it’s so fun to fuck with her. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my dick. I was really blessed in that area, but I’m still not showing her.

  No way, Jose.

  “You’d better not be lying because this is a juicy one!”

  I smile, crossing my hand over my chest in the same way she did earlier. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

  “Okay, but be warned. It’s pretty R-rated.”

  “Bring it on,” I confidently boast, my smile widening to a shit-eating grin because, man, smiling feels fucking good right now.

  “In my freshman year in college, during spring break, I had a sexual encounter with another chick.”

  Well, damn, my cock is definitely going to get hard now with the image of her and another woman.

  Down, boy.

  “What kind of sexual encounter?” I ask, intrigued and highly aroused.

  “The dirty kind.” She giggles.

  “How dirty are we talking though?”

  “I’m talking cunnilingus kind of dirty.”

  I cock my brow, impressed. “Who did who?”

  “She went down on me. We were at this pool party, and after lots of sunshine and tequila, we were a mixture of delirious and wasted. As the night wore on, more and more people left until it was just me and her left in the pool. One thing led to the other, and she told me she was into girls, I told her I loved when guys went down on me, she told me she liked me, I told her to experiment on me…and then cunnilingus happened.”

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  I think I’m about to blow a fuse.

  “How was it?”

  “It was pretty good. She made me come…but it wasn’t the same. It was hot, but I missed the stubble between my legs and the rugged hands pulling my ass apart and grabbing me. She was too gentle, and that’s when I realized I preferred my sex to be a little more hard core. That, and I prefer dick.”

  Even though it’s cold outside, the heat around me quadruples as she openly discusses her likes and dislikes of sex and more accurately how she likes it hard core. Jesus, how is a guy supposed to process that kind of information, especially when said guy hasn’t had sex in over a year? Now, I’m no longer picturing her with some pretty chick. I’m picturing her with me, with my mouth fucking her pussy like I’m some kind of rabid animal, my hands grasping her ass, my tongue going from deep ramming inside her hot entrance to sucking and lapping at her clit until she explodes like the Fourth of July. My mouth salivates at the thought, and my current high only heightens my arousal.

  Fuck. I know I shouldn’t be thinking of her like that, but now that the thought has enter
ed my head, it’s hard to stop thinking about it, about her.

  “Are you okay?” Kaelyn asks, a mixture of concern and a little bit of humor contorting her face.

  “Yep, but it’s probably not a good idea to show my piercing,” I say with a slip of a tongue.

  Kaelyn immediately lets out a high-pitched cackle. Fucking hell, the marijuana in my bloodstream has lowered my inhibitions to pretty much zero.

  Thank fuck I’m high, or I might actually give a shit.

  “That totally turned you on, didn’t it? Ew, you perv!” She playfully smacks me, laughing at the top of her lungs. The sound is contagious, and I join in. “I don’t know about Santa, but maybe I need to keep an eye on you when it comes to peeking in my underwear drawers.”

  “Are you comparing me to pervy Santa in there?” I ask, pointing my hand in the direction of the house.

  “Yep, you dirty freak.”

  The sound of her sweet giggles makes my head swim even more.

  God, her laugh.

  “Hey, you can’t hold it against me. Girl-on-girl is most guys’ fantasy. Add in the fact that I haven’t had sex in over a year; it’s not my fault my mind went there.”

  “Oh, in that case, if you want to head to the bathroom and consult Dr. Jack-Off, I won’t mind.”

  Our earlier conversation of masturbation euphemisms come flying back into my mind. I set off onto a whole new level of laughter, and I fall on my back in a fit of hysterics. Though I’m struggling to catch my breath, my lungs burning and my ribs aching from the pressure, it feels so fucking good to let loose and laugh, and the cause of the laugher is giggling beside me. She is amazing and gorgeous and funny and sexy as hell, and she is quickly becoming one of my best friends. I know that’s a lot of ands, but I’m high, and I don’t care.

  It sucks that I can’t be with her right now because, fuck, I would date the shit out of her. Romantic dinners, sexy-ass walks on a beach—even though we don’t live near the beach—the works. I’d make her forget all about that douche bag ex, Teddy. I mean, Teddy? What kind of fucking name is that? I just keep picturing a cuddly bear at some stupid-ass teddy bear’s picnic. It’s such a stupid, pussy-ass name. What a dick.