Give Me Forever Love (Give Me Series Book 3)

by Paige P. Horne

  A warmness spreads through my chest. How simple all of this is. Sitting here in the living room with my boyfriend’s brother chopping down on pizza and drinking beer. Bryce’s dad and uncle catch up on things at Grant Ranch, and Aunt Lou asks Mary how she’s doing with recovery.

  This is family. This is what life is about.

  It makes me think of my dad and I lift my phone, taking a photo of my pizza and the cold beer beside it.

  Wish you were here.

  His reply is immediate.

  Same, kid.

  Moments later, I get a photo of his riding buddy, Benny. He’s an old hound dog with floppy ears.

  Benny says hello. We’re taking a load up the West Coast.

  I smile at the text.

  Be safe. Hope to see you soon.

  He replies with a winky emoji. I put my phone down and enjoy the rest of my pizza and beer. Putting my feet on the coffee table and crossing them, I take in the moment of calmness and peace.

  _____________

  I hear my phone ringing, and I jump awake at the sound.

  I quickly grab it. “Hello?” I say.

  “Hey. baby. Wanna come pick up your guy?” Bryce’s voice is raspy and sexy, like he’s tired but also relieved.

  I grin and wipe under my eyes “Be there soon.”

  “Okay. I’ll be waiting,” he replies. I hang up and sit up, stretching and looking around. Butterflies wake from a deep sleep, soaring happily inside my belly. The grin on my face gets locked down by my teeth. Monnie, Lee, and Jace sit outside on the balcony, smoking. I notice the TV has been turned down and now playing Terminator 2.

  “Hey,” Lou says from the table, looking up from her paperback.

  “Hey.” I place my feet on the floor and wiggle my toes. “I’ve got to go get Bryce.” I stand up. “Where’s Mary?”

  She clears her throat. “She had to go to a meeting.”

  “Oh,” I reply. “Good for her.”

  “Yeah.” Lou flips a page. “She seems to be trying.”

  “Do you think she’ll get through it this time?” I ask. I can’t stand for Bryce and Jace to be let down again by Mary. They’ve been dealing with her shit for too long.

  “There’s no way to tell. With her we just have to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.”

  “Yeah. Well, here’s hoping for the best. I’m going to go freshen up really quick.”

  She nods and looks back down at her book. I jog up the stairs, quickly brushing my teeth and fixing my blouse and skirt before my hair and face. I run back down and walk over to my heels, slipping them back on. I grab my keys as the boys come back inside, laughing and filling the room with a sweet smoky aroma.

  “I’m going to get Bryce,” I say. “Be back.”

  “Drive safe,” Lee warns. I nod and head out the door.

  While it should only take me twenty-five minutes to get to Fulton County Jail, it takes me nearly an hour. Atlanta traffic doesn’t give a shit if you’re in a hurry and it’s like they’re always working on the roads somewhere. By the time I pull up in the parking lot, anxiety cripples me.

  I hate that I’ve kept him waiting any longer than he should. My palms are sweaty, my heart beating fast.

  I can’t wait to touch him. I know it’s only been a few days, and we’ve been longer, but this time is different.

  There’s no drama between us.

  There are no secrets or misplaced trust.

  I’m his and he’s mine and we no longer work without the other.

  I park my car and check my reflection, wide eyes and flushed cheeks. My hair’s falling around my face, tickling my neck. I exhale and jump out of the car.

  Walking across the parking lot, I look up at the building before me. My eyes go up the all red brick and to the back where an even taller building stands, holding hundreds of inmates.

  I walk inside, the cool air brushing over my skin. Chairs with worn burgundy cushions line the walls, and a few people looking distraught occupy them. They make eye contact, but I advert their stares and walk up to the glass. Nerves crawl up my spine as the woman behind it looks at me like I’ve disrupted something very important. My eyes go to the TV on the other desk, screening The Bachelorette.

  Inner me rolls her eyes.

  “Can I help you?” the officer says, unenthused with me standing before her.

  “Yes. I’m here to pick up Bryce Grant.”

  She slides me a clipboard. “Sign in. He’ll be out in a minute.” I take the pen and sign my name.

  Kathrine Harrison

  Inner me has a thought. Kathrine Grant.

  My heart skips a beat, I feel myself flush, and I try to hide my smile with a twist of my lips.

  “We don’t see that around here,” the lady cop says, referring to my smile.

  My eyes bounce up to her.

  I clear my throat and shrug. She takes the clipboard with a knowing smile. “Have a seat, heart eyes.”

  I do as she says, walking over and sitting down on the cracked leather chair. A TV is mounted in the corner and it plays the local news. There’s a snack machine below it, and a drink machine that hums beside the display of chips and candy. I sit up straight and place my clasped hands into my lap, wondering how long we have to sit here to watch TV and have a snack.

  __________

  My answer is an hour and forty-five fucking minutes. I’ve consumed two bags of chips, half a pack of M&Ms, and an Orange Fanta. I’ve watched two reruns of The King of Queens and scrolled through social media enough to last a week. I’ve also texted Jace and told him I was still here so they wouldn’t worry.

  I see why none of these people look happy now.

  Yeah, I totally fucking get it.

  And here I was worried that he would be waiting on me.

  Ha!

  A loud buzz sounds, and the big metal door opens for only the third time since I’ve been here.

  I sit up with high hopes.

  Please be him. Please be him.

  Stretching my neck to get a glimpse behind the rounded area where the lady cop is, I see russet hair and eyes I could melt in.

  I grab my purse, stuffing my trash in it before standing. Bryce is in all black with his blazer in his hand.

  “Hey, girl,” he says with a crooked smirk, his eyes skipping down my body.

  I sigh, so fucking relieved I could cry.

  “Hey,” I respond.

  He drapes his arm over my shoulder, not stopping, obviously ready to get out of here, too. “Let’s go.” He kisses the side of my head as we walk toward the doors.

  The warm summer breeze brushes over my skin, feeling lighter than it did when I first walked in this place.

  A feeling of wholeness consumes me as I wrap my arm around Bryce’s lower back, slightly turning my face into his arm, breathing him in. Fresh forest spice.

  All man.

  All Bryce Grant.

  All fucking mine.

  Chapter Ten

  Bryce

  Her touch. Her smell. The feel of her next to me even as we walk to her car. It’s indescribable.

  I’ve only been days without her, but I feel as though it’s been years. I don’t let go of her hand as she drives us back to my apartment. Leaning back in the seat, I run my thumb over the softest palm. They’re that way because she uses this buttercream shit every night after her shower. And I know this because she’s my girl. I pay attention to everything about her constantly, effortlessly, and she has no clue.

  Her hair feathers against skin I want to kiss and lick. The air conditioner blows over her face but does nothing to cool me down. She darts her eyes over to me, giving my hand a small squeeze as she flips on her blinker and turns.

  “You all right?” she asks.

  “Yeah,” I reply, my voice lazy, lust-filled and jagged-raspy.

  Her head turns in my direction, and she smirks.

  Holy shit.

  That smirk could bring any man to his knees.

  She know
s how much I want her. She’s cool about it, though. That’s the thing I love about K. She’s laid-back. Sexy as hell and has no idea. I mean, look at that fucking skirt and heels. She’d normally choose jeans and Converse, but she dressed up for me.

  I exhale.

  Damn, I’ve got it bad.

  I look out the window and enjoy the silence. We can talk later. I just want to relish being in the car with her, my freedom and watch the city as we ride home.

  Trust me, I know how lucky I just got.

  I know I’d be serving serious time if it weren’t for Danny O’Brien. He was true to his word. I rub my chin with my free hand.

  I owe him a thanks, and maybe one day I’ll be able to give it.

  ___________

  Twenty or so minutes, we’re exiting her car. The sun diminishes, coloring the evening sky with wisps of brass and blue-purple. Speckles of stars glitter the atmosphere, and the summer breeze kisses my skin. With my blazer in my hand, I toss it over my shoulder and lean against the front of her car as I slide a hand into my pocket.

  “Come here,” I say, opening my legs enough for her to fit between. She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my neck. Tilting her head slightly, she looks me over. Her full lips lift as she brushes her hand over the side of my neck.

  “You took the deal,” she says.

  I nod. “I took the deal.”

  “I was so sure you wouldn’t. What made you change your mind?”

  “You.” There’s no simpler answer than that. I knew I was giving up my life’s work, but I couldn’t run it in prison anyway. While signing over my club to Danny hurt, the thought of not having K every day burned.

  She’s everything to me. I just love her and nothing else matters.

  She shakes her head. “But Red…”

  “Red is just a club.”

  She exhales. “You’re one of the most complicated people I’ve ever met,” she says with an eye roll.

  I wrap my hand around her back, moving it down to her skirt-covered ass. “Baby, I like fighting, riding dirt bikes, classic cars, and you. I don’t think I can get any simpler than that.”

  She smiles, all white perfect teeth. “I like you, too.” I lean down and kiss her lips. I pull her closer to me as I slip my tongue past my lips, tasting hers. I grip her ass as she touches the side of my face and kisses me back, full force.

  And it’s not my lips she kisses, but somewhere deep inside.

  My soul.

  She could rip my heart to shreds, leave all the pieces on the ground, and walk away. I’d pick them up, run after her, and put them in her hands because she owns me.

  Heart.

  Soul.

  Mind.

  Life.

  I pull away and rest my forehead against hers.

  “When this is all over, I want to take you somewhere.”

  “When?” she asks. I feel the wrinkle in her brow. “I thought it was over.”

  “Almost. There are some loose ends we’ve got to take care of and then I’ll be able to leave the country.”

  “You’re taking me out of the country?” she asks, pulling back, her eyes scanning over my face with excitement.

  “Yeah.”

  “What if I don’t wanna go?” She quirks her brow.

  “Oh, you’ll go. ” I pull her back to me, kissing her lips again.

  “Bossy as always,” she says between kisses. I smile. “Stop talking.” I pull up her shirt out of the back of her skirt and run my fingers underneath it, touching her soft skin. Her hands go in my hair and she scrapes my scalp with her nails. Her breasts press against my chest.

  Her scent, her skin, her touch, it all drives me mad. I can’t get enough. She moans when I bite her lip and that’s all it takes.

  “Come on,” I say, pulling away and pushing off the car. “I want you.”

  “Your family’s up there,” she says, running her middle finger over her bottom lip. My eyes jump back up to hers.

  “Why?”

  She shrugs. “They wanted to see you.”

  I groan, torn on what to do. She licks her lips and I have my answer. “They can wait.” I grab her hand and pull her with me as I walk to the garage where my cars are. Once we make it around the building and up to where my space is, I enter in the code and the door slides up. We walk inside as the lights all blink on. I turn and press the button for the door to shut again.

  “Holy shit,” she says, her eyes scanning over my collection of classics. They shine in the light, beautiful, perfect, just like her. I toss my blazer on top of a 1973 Porsche 911S. I grab her, pushing her against the wall.

  Looking into her eyes, I narrow mine. I see my whole life; I see my better half.

  “I love you,” I say. Her eyes look to my lips, and in a split of a moment she kisses me. We become fire and melt into each other, passion overrides thought, and hands roam everywhere. She grabs my button-up shirt and rips it open, buttons flying around us. Her warm fingers run up the front of my white T-shirt, black nails scraping over my skin.

  I watch her in wonder. How did I find someone so sweet and beautiful? I reach down and undo my pants and belt just before I grab her again.

  Touching the side of her face, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. She takes it into her mouth and bites down, sending a jolt of energy to my cock. I swallow as her hand drops down the back of my loose pants and she grabs my ass.

  I pull my thumb from her mouth and reach down, bringing her skirt up and around her hips. My finger skims over the front of her lacy panties and my eyes go to her neck when her head falls back against the wall.

  “Did you miss this?” I ask, my voice deep as I slip past her panties and slide two fingers inside of her.

  She lifts her head back up, looking at me with gray-blue hooded eyes. I finger her slowly, curling my two fingers, and then she smiles.

  That goddamn smile.

  I kiss her again. Her hands go to my face as I rub her clit with my thumb and finger fuck her. She feels so amazing. Words can’t fully describe what it’s like to be with her like this. I’ve fucked countless women, but never has it been so meaningful. She doesn’t just make me feel good on the outside; she makes me feel good on the inside.

  The blackest souls could burn white from her love. I breathe hard as I thrust inside her, moving her body up the wall.

  “I’m going to come,” she says, her hands moving from my face to my shoulders with a firm grip.

  “Good,” I reply. “Come.” I rub her clit faster as her eyes close. She moans and then I feel her tighten around my fingers as her thighs shake.

  I quickly pull my fingers out of her and grab my cock. Lifting her up, I slide inside and hiss at how tight and wet she is. “Jesus, fuck,” I curse, my lips touching hers as we breathe each other in. No two people could be closer than we are. Like this, I feel like I’m on top of the world.

  My thighs burn, and my abs tighten. She bounces on my cock, and I wish I could see her breast. I walk us over to my matte black 1950 Chevy pickup. Opening the passenger door, I put her down onto the bench seat. “Take your shirt off, K.” She lifts her blouse above her head, and I pull down her bra before leaning down and sinking my teeth into her full flesh.

  Her hands go to my hair and she pulls on the strands. I move, hitting the right spot because she sucks in a deep breath of air, her body slightly twisting.

  Resting one arm on the side of the seat, I hold on to her thigh with the other and fuck her until we’re both nothing but rushed breaths and pounding hearts. Sweat slides down my back as her heels dig into my back and I come with an exhausted groan, resting my forehead on her chest.

  We lie for a few moments, trying to catch our breath before I sit up and put myself back together. I remove my button-up and toss it into the back of the truck, while K stands and straightens her skirt before putting her blouse back on and tucking it in.

  She looks in the side mirror of the truck and tries to fix herself, but she looks just fucked and there�
�s nothing she can do about it. K exhales and runs her fingers under her eyes before turning to me.

  “I think it’s going to be pretty obvious to your family what we’ve been doing.”

  I smirk. “You look good to me.” She rolls her eyes. I pull her close and kiss her lips. “We better head up.”

  She sighs and nods. We exit the garage, the door sliding shut behind us as we round the building. Jace is coming out of the door when we near. “There you two are.” Eyes like mine jump from me to K, and with a knowing expression he smirks. But oddly he doesn’t say anything. “I’ve got to run. Glad you’re home, brother,” he says, pulling me in for a side hug.

  “Harrison, you got a little smudge right there.” He points to his cheek.

  There it is.

  She hits his shoulder as her cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. I smile to myself, my eyes dancing over her. She’s fucking gorgeous. I hold her hand tighter before turning back to Jace.

  “We gotta talk,” I say to him.

  “Yeah. We will,” he replies, looking down at his phone. He walks toward his motorcycle, reaching for his helmet before sliding it over his head. He hasn’t driven that in a while.

  “Be safe, punk,” I say as he grabs his soft pack of smokes from his front pocket. He lights one, smoke drifting into the evening air.

  “You bet.” He winks and hops onto the bike, kick-starting it, and raring up the motor as he walks it backwards. He nods at us, stopping briefly before raring the motor up and flying out of here.

  “How’s he doing?” I ask K.

  She shrugs. “He’s been better. We got into a fight.”

  I lift a brow. “A fight?”

  “Well, an argument. I threw a glass.”

  I smirk. “At my kid brother?”

  “At the wall.”

  “And what was this argument about?” I start to walk so we can get up to my waiting family.

  “Harlow, or Michelle as we knew her.”

  “Ahh,” I say. So, she used a fake name. Makes sense.