Giving You Forever

by Ashley Wilcox

  “She’s seriously amazing.” I, one hundred percent, agree.

  “Squee! I’m so excited you guys are here!” Nolan’s cousin, Anna, pounces on us as soon as we step foot inside the door.

  “Shit, Anna. You act like it’s been years,” Nolan jokes as she squeezes us all into a hug together.

  “Well, crap, you open up a gym and forget about the rest of us. At least let us have Lex!”

  “Unleash her to you whack-jobs without any protection? Not on your life,” he responds, dripping with sarcasm.

  Looping her arm with mine, she pulls me in the direction of the kitchen. “Oh whatever!” Anna adds over her shoulder to Nolan.

  One of our first dates together was game night with his family. Nolan coaxed me into believing it was only going to be his sister and brother in law as I was all self-conscious of my appearance, just coming from my job which, at the time, was in an ice cream stand. Moments after we arrived, though, the door swung open with a swarm of loud, overly loving cousins. It didn’t take long for my nerves to settle and to become comfortable around them. They accepted me into their family immediately, making me fit right in with their fun-loving chaotic personalities.

  “Look at you, lookin’ all cute!” Kelly, Nolan’s sister, greets me as we walk into the kitchen.

  “Alexa always looks cute,” Nolan’s other cousin, Trish adds.

  “She seriously does,” another one says.

  I laugh at their banter and how they all carry on as I pull a wine glass down from Kelly’s rack.

  “The whites are in the wine fridge,” Kelly points out, knowing what I drink.

  “Thanks, Kel,” I smile, bending down to pull a bottle out.

  Ouch!

  I jump after being slapped on the butt.

  “Babe! What the heck? That hurt!” I turn around to see Nolan smiling with a big goofy grin while I held my butt where he just hit me.

  “Oh…I didn’t hit you that hard.” He steps in close to me, sliding his hand over the area. “Do you want me to rub it for you, doll? I can make it feel better,” he winks with his face only inches from mine, and even though it does kinda stings where he slapped me, an ache forms between my legs, feeling his breath against my skin and getting a whiff of his masculine cologne.

  A sly smirk covers his face when he sees the affect that he has over me. Bringing his mouth down to my ear he whispers, “You like being spanked, baby doll? Cause I can make it feel real good after.”

  With my breath growing heavy and my panties growing damp, I swallow hard before answering, “I bet you could.”

  Licking his lips with a devilish grin, he adds, “Drink up, sweetheart. Looks like date night is going to be interesting tonight,” before kissing my forehead and walking away with a cocky sway to his walk.

  “Hey! No words!” Trish yells at Nolan as he tries to act something out for me to guess.

  He throws his hands up in frustration and turns the card for her to see, “How the fuck do you act out milkman?”

  “Act like you’re milking a cow, then point to your junk,” Dylan, his brother in law, tells Nolan like he’s speaking the obvious.

  “Oh whatever! You would not have thought to do that with a damn buzzer clicking in front of your face,” Nolan waves his hand and rolls his eyes before taking a seat on the couch next to me.

  “Uh oh. It’s gettin’ a little tense in here,” Anna teases.

  The girls laugh while the guys huff and puff.

  Did I mention his family is quite competitive?

  “He’s just pissed that he’s gonna lose,” Derrick, one of the husbands, adds.

  “Yeah, that’s it, fucker, because that never happens…”

  Laughing, we all agree. It’s true. Nolan and I always lose. I don’t think we’ve ever won, actually. Adding charades as something we’re good at will never happen. We pretty much suck at it, and that’s primarily Nolan’s fault. He gets too frustrated and ends up throwing the card when I can’t figure it out or says a clue out loud, disqualifying us.

  After losing yet another round, Nolan stands, clapping his hands together.

  “Well, it’s been fun,” he starts and already the females are pouting at what Nolan is about to say. Shaking his head with a smile, he continues, “but we’ve gotta get going.”

  “It’s only eleven,” Dylan points out, looking at his watch. “You got a bedtime, beautiful?” he jokes. The guys are always picking on Nolan’s good looks and how he is always running his hand through his hair. I think it’s hot, but the guys think it’s feminine. Personally, I think it’s more of a jealousy issue. Nolan is hot and incredibly beautiful. No one can deny it. Not even a guy.

  For exaggerated purposes only, Nolan runs his hand through his hair with a smirk, warranting a chuckle to erupt among us. With a raised eyebrow, and pulling me up next to him, he answers, “I’ve got a hot date.” He squeezes my butt.

  “Ugh. T.M.I.!” Kelly shouts, rolling her eyes with a disgusted look while the guys look at us with a grin.

  This used to irritate the crap out of me, notifying people about our sex life, in so many words. But I’m so used to it now that he just gets an eye roll and a look of annoyance. It’s pointless to argue. Nolan finds it humorous, so I learned a long time ago not to look mad. He’ll just elaborate, embarrassing me even more.

  “Eh–you asked, sis.” He shrugs his shoulders with a cocky grin.

  “Actually, I didn’t.”

  “Your husband did, and he equals you, so yeah, ya did.”

  What?

  “They’re married,” he argues. “They’re supposed to share everything, even a brain.”

  “Um, no. That’s not how it goes,” she answers.

  “Yeah, no. I don’t take responsibility either for anything that comes out of your mouth.”

  “Good try, buddy,” Anna adds.

  “Man, you guys are tough,” Nolan responds, sliding his hand through his hair.

  “Oh, here goes goldilocks again. Running his hands through his hair,” Derrick teases Nolan.

  “Yeah, that’s right, fucker. Be jealous.” Nolan raises his chin with a smirk.

  “Ohhh…” they all say in unison, looking at Derrick with big smiles.

  Nodding his head and chuckling, Derrick rebuttals, “Good try, Rico Suave, but I’m good.” He waves his hand, shooing Nolan away. “Now go take care of your fiancé, will ya? Your head is gettin’ bigger by the second.”

  Well, that statement just fueled Nolan even more.

  “Again, don’t be jealous,” Nolan winks, grabbing in between his legs.

  “Okay, okay, okay…” I jump in, rolling my eyes. They act like darn kids, or maybe brothers. Either way, their age drops at least ten years when together.

  They’re both laughing like two college boys as I pull Nolan towards the door. The ladies get up to say their goodbyes.

  “Thanks for coming, guys,” Kelly says before bringing us in for a hug. “Don’t be such strangers.”

  “Yeah, let Alexa out every once in a while. She’s really the only one we care about seeing,” Trish teases before hugging us both.

  Once opening the door, we turn to wave to the guys, “See ya, fuckers!” Nolan shouts to them.

  “Bye guys,” I add.

  They respond to Nolan with some snarky remark after kindly saying goodbye to me.

  – NOLAN –

  “One of these days…” I tell Alexa like I do every time we leave game night.

  Instead of answering, she lets out a cute as fuck giggle.

  Someone has had a bit to drink.

  Looking at her with a grin, she questions, “What?”

  “Nothing,” I smile back, loving how fricken cute she is when she’s drunk. Not to mention my mind is racing with what I’m going to do to that fine little ass when we get home. Not that our sex life is lacking when we’re sober, but when Alexa has been drinking…fuck, yeah, it’s amazing.

  Luckily, we maybe live a whole five minutes from my sist
er’s, but the thoughts consuming my head in just that little time is enough to give me a semi erection. I let her walk through the door and take off her shoes before picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder, running her up the stairs.

  “Holy crap, babe,” she giggles as I take the stairs two at a time and turning the corner to our room like a man on a mission because that’s what I am; a man on a mission to get my hot ass fiancé undressed and screaming my name below me.

  Throwing her down on the bed, I slowly climb above her, my eyes never leaving her. Alexa’s expression has already turned serious, ready for what I’m about to give her. Halfway up her torso, I grip the bottom of her sweater, pushing it up as I move along her body. A pleasured moan escapes her mouth as I graze both of her breasts with my mouth, nipping her peaks that are begging to be exposed. Sliding her sweater over her head, I move in close to her mouth, making her think that’s where I’m heading, but move to the side of her face and down to her neck. Running the tip of my nose gently against her skin, I breathe heatedly against her neck, moving up to the back of her ear.

  Alexa’s hands slide up my back, stopping and tangling in my hair. A low whimper escapes her sweet lips as I tease the perimeter of her ear with my tongue. Nipping the bottom of her lobe, her hips push up, crashing into my hard as hell cock.

  Ahh, shit!

  Totally fucking turned on, I sit back on my heels, tearing her pants and panties off of her body. Her breathing hitches when I yank the front of her bra off in two, not giving a fuck if I broke it. I’ll buy her a new one.

  “Ohh… baby,” she moans as her hips rock erratically. She grabs her own breasts, massaging them intensely.

  Holy fucking shit!

  Standing up, I pull my shirt over my head, drop my pants and boxers, then flip my baby girl over onto her stomach, making her cry out from the force. Immediately she kneels, ready for me to plummet inside of her. Instead, I spread the cheeks of her sweet ass and slide my tongue along the inside. Her head shoots up, chin pointing to the ceiling as she yells out in ecstasy.

  Fuck, she tastes so good.

  Circling the brim with my tongue, I push two fingers inside of her. She’s so damn wet that they slide effortlessly, in and out of her opening. By now her moans have turned into straight out screams, turning every last ounce of me on.

  Dammit, I love when she yells out my name.

  “Please, Nolan…fuck me!” she pleads, flooded with pleasure, needing the sweet caress of my cock inside of her pussy.

  Giving my girl exactly what she wants, I push in hard, filling her as deep as I can go.

  “Ahh, baby, yeah…oh shit, yeah!” she continues to yell, fueling my flame burning fiercely within.

  Erotically consumed, I slap her plump little ass, making her scream out in pleasure.

  “Ahh…”

  “You like that, baby doll?”

  “Yes…yes!” she pants through heavy breaths, pleading for more.

  Damn, I love her!

  Slapping her ass again, then caressing the area with my hand, she screams out in pleasure, clenching around my hard cock, milking it in shear ecstasy.

  I pump in harder and harder, riding out her orgasm as long as humanly possible before hitting the edge and diving into a hot as fuck orgasm of my own.

  Chapter Sixteen

  – ALEXA –

  Rolling over this morning, everything aches. My stomach, my head, my butt, between my legs…everywhere. I lay there for a minute, on my back, staring at the ceiling. Last night comes as a blur. Well, everything after we left Kelly and Dylan’s. I was drunk, that’s for sure, but the sex that Nolan and I had last night...it’s blurry. It was hot, intense, and oh my god crazy. Sometimes when I think about the things that we do, an embarrassed knot forms in my stomach, shocked that I’d do something so erotic and intense. I almost wonder if it really happened, or if it is something that I dreamed. Of course, alcohol can always stimulate an interesting love making session, but it’s crazy. It’s crazy the person I become when consumed by Nolan; consumed with mounds of desire, desire to go down any path that he takes me. And oh, how wonderful it is, so I let him do it, trusting that he knows the lines of too far and how to pleasure me in the most amazing ways possible.

  Feeling a pulse starting to generate below, I shake my head to clear my thoughts. He doesn’t even have to be here to turn me on–just the thought is enough. Throwing the covers off of me, I mosey my way over to the bathroom to begin my morning ritual of getting ready.

  A small ache pings my chest when I walk down the stairs and into an empty kitchen. Mentally I remind myself that it’s worth him being home on time. That I can sacrifice losing our ten minutes together in the morning to have an evening of just us. A smile creeps across my face when I see the post-it hanging from the coffee pot.

  The coffee is already measured and waiting for me. It’s then that I realize that I’ve never had to make coffee. When I lived at home, my dad had it in my mug and ready for me before I left for school, then once I moved in with Nolan, he did the same. Never have I ever had to make a pot of coffee in my life. And now, with no one here with me in the morning, I still don’t really have to. I just have to press start.

  Pressing down the start button, the coffee maker roars to life, filling my nostrils with the heavenly brewing scent of fresh coffee.

  Mmm…

  Adding to the perfection of Nolan, my cellphone buzzes with a new text message.

  Filled with love, I hold the phone snug to my chest with an adoring smile covering my face.

  God, I love him.

  I text him back quick, needing to get going myself.

  Grabbing my travel mug from the cupboard and filling it a quarter of the way with creamer, I add my coffee, steal an energy bar from the pantry, and make my way out the door and through the garage to my car.

  Halfway through my day, I remember my appointment tonight with Meg. It’s at 4:00 p.m., right after my student teaching. I contemplate calling and asking if we can push it until 6:00 p.m. so that Nolan can actually come, but I don’t want to be picky and inconvenience Meg. She is already doing so much for us, and I don’t want to seem greedy. It’s just with the florist and Nolan could care less about that, nor would he have much say in it. The flowers are what I’m most excited about picking out. I’ve always imagined having flowers overflowing everywhere at my wedding. Not to mention that I have a pretty good idea of how Nolan envisions the wedding. After our date night at our old apartment, he had flowers everywhere, giving me a sample of what he likes.

  Not remembering if I told him about this appointment or not, I text him just in case.

  As always, he texts me right back.

  With a smile on my face, I respond.

  – NOLAN –

  I’ve been working my ass off today, trying to get all that needs to be done finished before 4:00 p.m. My last client’s appointment is at two, giving me plenty of time to get to William’s florist. I haven’t been present for any of the wedding plans thus far, nor have I even met our wedding planner, Meg. Though some guys wouldn’t mind this, I don’t just want to be the groom that shows up the day of without knowledge of anything. Not that I care what anything looks like, the wedding is about Alexa’s dream and how she envisions it, but I’d like to support her. Be there through the process and show her how passionate I am about marrying her. Just because I haven’t been there at every appointment, doesn’t mean I don’t want to–I just couldn’t. But now things are different. I can and will be there more for my fiancé.

  She’s my priority.

  After meeting Mike and Steve for a business lunch, I shoot over to the old gym for my appointment.

  “Hi, Nolan,” Brenda, my client, greets me, entering the gym. Brenda and I have been working together for over a year now. Having had gastric bypass surgery, and a strict workout regimen, I’ve assisted her in losing over one hundred pounds.

  “Brenda.” I smile. “How are you?”

  “Great, as
usual,” she replies, full of energy as we walk together towards the treadmills.

  Once we get the speed, incline, and time set, Brenda starts with her motherly questions.

  “So, how are the wedding plans coming?” she grins.

  “Great,” I beam, realizing how well it’s going and how soon I’ll finally marry the woman of my dreams. “I’m going to surprise her today at the florist. I haven’t been able to make it to many appointments, so I’m going to pop in on this one. She has no clue.”

  Brenda gives me an adoring smile.

  “Aw, how sweet, Nolan. She’s going to be so happy to have you there.”

  Nodding and smiling, I agree. I actually can’t wait to see her beautiful smile when she sees me walk in. Sure to melt my heart and remind me for the umpteenth time why I love that girl so damn much.

  We chit chat some more. She asks questions that I wouldn’t normally share with any other client, and I ask how her husband and kids are doing. Brenda reminds me so much of my mom that sometimes my stomach knots with the realization of how much I miss her. It’s been so long since I’ve had the comfort of my parents that I forget what it feels like to have them. Sure, Alexa’s parents have been more than great to me, accepting me right in as one of their own, but it’s not the same, they’re not mine. Mine are gone, and it’s my fault.

  “You okay?” Brenda breaks me from my internal thought.

  Looking at her with a forced grin, I answer confidently, “Yeah, of course. Ready to move over to do some strength building?”

  Providing me with a comforting smile, she agrees, “Sure, ready when you are.”

  – ALEXA –

  “What’s this? Your third?” Jamie asks, coming up beside me at the coffee shop on campus as I wait for my latte to be made.

  “Ugh, I can’t stinkin’ wake up today.” I shake my head from side to side, trying to wake myself up.