Always the One (Always and Forever 1)

Slipping my hands into my leather jacket, I make my way to the parking garage. Hopping into my truck, I start it and blare some AC/DC. It fits my mood perfectly. Now I’m going to see my fucking girl. My heart never settling and my deepest fears happening in front of my face.

Shayla

I’VE TEXTED TREY a couple of times today and it’s just been short, vague answers one after the other. I was missing my flirtatious boyfriend. But today it felt odd. Toward the late afternoon, it fell completely silent. I haven’t heard from him since about four. It’s nearly eight, Lana and I just finished dinner, and now we’re watching Some Like It Hot. Lana is obsessed with black and white films; she believes that era was the era of real, authentic love. Little does she know, black and white meant just that. Black and white.

Movies were superficial and life still happened back in the fifties. Divorce, cheating…abuse. But if these movies will allow her to find a way to believe in love again so she’ll date my brother, I’m going to drink my wine, shut up, and watch willingly.

“Marilyn Monroe was such a beaut. Am I right?” Lana’s sitting opposite the couch from me. Her legs perched on top of mine so I can paint her toes. We do this all the time, but not since Trey and I got together, it’s refreshing.

“Duh, look at her. If I had curves like her, I would be the world’s biggest player.” She cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Huh?”

“What?” Why is she looking at me like she can’t believe I just confessed that?

“Nothing. Just never thought something like that would come flying out of your pristine mouth.” I put down the nail polish and grab my wine, taking another sip.

“I’m a changed woman, you know?”

“That’s right. You’re a part of the promiscuous lassies.” Nearly spitting out my wine, I take a hard swallow. She’s not a promiscuous girl by any means, so what crew is she referring to?

“Promiscuous lassies? First off, you’ve been watching too many black and white films, since you just called us lassies. Secondly, you have been with two guys. So please explain to me how we’re promiscuous? Because last I checked, Trey’s the only one I’ve been with.” Lana teased men a lot, but right before they would get to the point of sex she would drop them.

“Sarcasm, my love,” she replies smartly.

“I’m painting your toes, smart-ass, so watch it or you’ll be running nail polish remover over the big fuck you that I paint on them.” I pinch her calf and she yelps.

“Shit head!”

There’s a quick knock on the door and then it opens, both Kingston and Trey walk in with a pink box. My mouth starts salivating almost immediately, knowing the exact contents of that perfect, pink box.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“You bet, baby! Cupcakes for all!” Trey says excitedly.

“Move it!” I pat the bottom of Lana’s feet and stand once she moves out of the way. I’m craving some cupcakes.

“Hey, baby.” Trey grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him. His lips find mine, feasting on me. I give him everything I’ve got in return, but it’s clearly not enough. His hands reach down and grab my ass, pulling me closer until we are pressed firmly against one another from our knees all the way up to our chests. Kingston moved to the couch where Lana is stuck until her toes dry. They’re so lost in conversation they have no idea what’s going on behind them. His tongue is demanding, licking my tongue, teeth, and anything it can reach. Trey’s always an aggressive kisser, there’s an eager need behind it.

“Wow, Trey. We have to slow down. My brother is right there.” I’m able to get a word in when I push him back a little, my hands splayed on his ripped chest. He glances over at them, and I see the wheels in his mind spinning. Turning back to me, a new match is struck, he’s on a mission and I have never wanted to be more completed than I have now.

“Trey?”

“Eat your cupcake, I need to run to my apartment real quick.” He stops and I frown, this was just getting good. “But when I get back, I want to see you naked and on the bed, ready for me. I’m going to make tonight one you won’t forget, and one you’ll feel for fucking weeks.”

Well slap me on the ass and call me frisky. What world are we in? My head is still bruised from my fight with the branch, causing him to be extra careful with me, which means, unfortunately, no sex. My libido is in overdrive and I’m more than ready for this.

“Okay…”

“Good girl.” I reach for the red velvet cupcake, feeling a sharp sting travel across my butt; I jolt at the sensation of being spanked. “Kings, I’m going to the apartment to get some overnight shit, you coming?”

He and Lana share a gaze, coming to a silent agreement with a simple look, reading each other’s minds, another obvious sign of love.

“Yeah, me and L are going to stay there tonight, so we’ll be there in a second, after her toes or what-the-fuck-ever, dry. Because they can’t smudge!” The deep tone in his usual voice is replaced with a high-pitched girly one. It’s kind of annoying but kinda cute. Gotta love Kings.

“All right, I’ll catch you guys later.”

Turning back to me, Trey gestures toward the bedroom with a tilt of his head, his eyes dark and dilated. He doesn’t need to remind me, I’m ready to be ravished. “I’ll be back, babe. I mean it, be ready.” Kissing me one last time, he leaves.