Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

“Yes! I want Lana to get all spooked so she’ll cuddle mad deep tonight.”

“Oh, shut it, I cuddle you all the time, not like you need more attention, you baboon.” We all laugh as Kingston looks affronted.

“Fine, I won’t cuddle with you, find your own human muscle bag.” He unwraps himself from Lana and flips over, pouting. I roll my eyes.

“Aw, my poor baby, are you upset?” Lana says with mocking humor. Shayla’s body vibrates on top of me with her laughter. I rub my hand over the skin of her lower back.

“Aw, Tarzan is upset. Lana upset Tarzan,” I tease, sounding just like a Neanderthal. Shayla giggles again, snuggling deeper into me.

“I think he needs his ego stroked again, L,” I add.

“I think so too,” she says, straddling his side. “Baby, I didn’t mean to crush your little ego, I was just playing.” Kingston scoffs and we laugh.

“Come on, I promise I’ll be nice.” With that she leans and kisses his bare shoulder. With a quick yelp, Kingston turns on his back and plants Lana back down on his lap. Sitting up as Lana tries to remove herself, Kingston digs his face into her stomach and sides, biting and blowing raspberries onto her.

“Stop!” she shouts. Shayla falls into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and it feels damn good to hear her laugh like that.

We decided on a scary movie and just like I predicted earlier, Lana and Shayla crash by the middle. Kingston and I, however, stayed up and watched the movie with our women wrapped around us like glue.

Giving him the nod, we both get up. Stirring Shay a little, I move us so I can carry her up to bed. I take each stair slowly, doing my best to not make too much movement, it’s three in the morning and Shayla needs her rest.

I lay her down with success and then climb in next to her. When I settle, she curls into me, tossing her leg over my hips, her hand on my lower stomach and that perfect head of hair on her spot on my chest. She’s still asleep, her body reacting on instinct, and that’s how I know I’m forever branded inside her as she is inside me.

Tomorrow I’m visiting my dad’s headstone for the first time, with Kathy, to tell him about the babies, the wedding, everything. Kingston is taking Lana and Shayla to see her dad so tonight I resist waking up my woman and making love to her so she can get some rest. Yesterday was hell, but we’ve been through hell, walked through it, fought its battles, and now we’re going to do it again, this time, for good.

I’M DREAMING—A REALLY FUCKING good dream—when I feel my favorite lips wrapped around my painfully hard cock. I squeeze my eyes shut, hard, before opening them again, the light cascading in from the window causing me to squint.

That’s when I realize it ain’t a dream; my cock is being sucked wildly by my woman. Looking down, my body is covered in a sheet from the waist down, blocking the damn show. I rip it away and Shayla drops my cock with a pop.

“Good morning, handsome.” Her sultry, groggy morning voice makes my cock twitch.

“Baby, what are you doing? You need to be careful of your neck.” Her tongue swirls the tip and I cry out—yes, cry out. That shit feels amazing.

“I took my medicine, I’m fine, besides, I know you like it.” She swirls the tip again then swallows a few inches. I about come on the spot when she watches me the whole damn time.

“Damn, you’re sexy.” My words unleash her and she starts to take me in deeper. Inch by inch I watch me fill her mouth, stretching her plump lips deliciously. I’m a big guy, I don’t know how she does it, but fuck me, she does it good.

Her tongue lays flat against the back of my cock and with each up and down bob on my cock she rolls it.

“I’m gonna come.” It’s been maybe a minute and I can feel the build. I want to last longer but it’s impossible when all the focus is on me—her lips halfway around my cock, one hand stroking the length she can’t fit, and then her other hand squeezing my balls.

“Mmmhmmm,” she moans against me and the vibration has me squeezing the sheets roughly in my hand, doing their best to not grip her hair. I don’t want to hurt her. My head is thrown back and my abs tighten as she picks up the pace.

“Fuck, give me that pussy, baby.” She lets me go and looks at me, confused. I almost forget we haven’t done this before. Sure I have fingered her while she feasted on me, but never have I eaten her while she takes me.

“Bring that sexy ass over here and let me have you while you suck me off.” My words are harsh, but blowjobs are my fucking weakness, they make me come unhinged, literally and figuratively.

“Oh.” Now she gets it. Standing from the bed, she loses her shirt. I fist my hard cock and pump it slowly while my other hand reaches up and plays with her sexy tits while she makes work of losing the shorts. Her pink nipple peeks out between my fingers as I squeeze her lush, full breast in my hand. God, her hourglass figure, huge tits, and tight round ass have me begging for mercy, I’ve been with plenty of women, but none—none compare to mine.

Her shorts clear her body and there like my perfect fucking dream is her bare pussy. She goes to climb on the bed and I stop her. I want to admire her beautiful body.

“Stop. Let me look at you,” I growl, still moving my hand slowly up and down my shaft. She looks stunning, like something straight out of a dream where I created the perfect woman. Shayla is not a big girl, she has a tiny waist with the flattest stomach, her long lean legs, toned and tight, but with curves like a damn rolling sea, waves that rise and fall beautifully.

She hasn’t started to show as much as I would like, but she still looks…different. I take a second and see the bruises marring her beautiful skin, her neck purple with the prints of Gwen, and I do my best to not react. She hasn’t seen them yet and they’re more pronounced then last night. Her arms have some scattered ones, as do her legs, and I d

ecide that we aren’t going to do anything wild. I want to give her what I promised her—lazy, slow, and soft. I want to give her memories she will remember all day while we’re apart and I want to kiss her body back to its original state—untouched by anything or anyone but me.

“You look beautiful, Shayla Donovan, so damn beautiful,” I confess, my hand reaching out to travel over her skin. The tips of my fingers moving lazily from one hip to the other, then down the inside of her thigh, grazing past the outline of her womanly body.