Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

I told Jeffery my plans for tomorrow and how I’m proposing to Lana, but he plays doltish.

“We’re going out tomorrow?” she questions, leaning in to me.

“Yeah, I was thinking of taking you out to a movie or something, let your parents brush up on their grand parenting skills.”

“Oh yeah, that would be nice.” Lana looks delighted.

“Yeah, I have to

work a little late, but maybe you can meet me at the studio?”

“Of course!” I have no clue how she’s acting unaffected by what happened earlier, as if she has stored it deep in her subconscious mind. It would make sense, I guess. If I were her, I would want to lock that shit away too.

“Good.” I’m not in the talking mood, and I think the gods are raining mercy on me, because our food comes in the nick of time. I pick at my food, my appetite long gone, where it stays the rest of the night.

Prince went down fast, exhausted from all the attention he received today, and Lana stayed downstairs to hang out with her parents. I took a shower when we got back, and now I’m sitting up in bed, watching the flat screen above our bedroom fireplace.

“Hey, handsome,” Lana calls to me, and I have no idea when she joined me. She stands in front of the bed, completely naked except for a pair of lace panties. She looks incredible, stunning in the dim lighting, and if I weren’t so fucked up in my head right now, I would be all over that.

“Hey.”

She eyes me curiously, assessing me for a brief moment. “Okay. Do you like my new panties? I think they fit nicely.”

As she does a full three-sixty, my mind stays in the twilight, but my cock wakes up. Her lean legs, stemming from the apple of her ass, beckon to me before she starts climbing onto the bed on all fours. I’m trying to control my thoughts, raging a war between my desire and the logical side of me that knows I fucked up today.

“I think you like them.” When she trails the tips of her fingers in a scissoring motion up my leg, I start to feel her presence closing in on me, and the guilt grows more prominent. Lust-filled eyes and cheeks suffused in a light blush, she straddles me. I don’t know how she’s even able to look at me, let alone seduce me. Maybe this is all a show and she plans to torture me in the least expected way.

“Make sure you’re really gentle with me tonight. Don’t want my screams to wake my parents.”

“Lana, baby, stop.”

Just before her lips make contact with my neck, her hands stop their movement on my bare chest. Sitting back quickly, she shakes her head. “What? Kingston, what’s going on? You’ve been like this since we left the range today.”

“Yeah, I know.” Gently grabbing her hips and moving her tiny frame, I reposition her next to me then leave the bed.

“Kings?” Her voice evens out, sounding confused yet offended.

Distressed, I place my hands behind my head and pace back and forth in front of the bed. Not able to settle myself, I wrack my brain for where to start, and with each passing second, my anger starts to surface.

“I went too far today,” I release through a heated breath, the words burning my throat.

“Yeah. You did.”

I stop, my brows lifting, not expecting her to concede so abruptly like that. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” I drop to my weak knees and immediately start on my road to redemption. “Come here.”

She listens, crawling to the edge of the bed. My jaw unhinges, but she speaks before I can start my train of apologies. “But, it was far enough to make sense. Far enough to help me. Kingston, you can’t take it back, and you can’t regret it.”

“Baby, throw me a fucking bone.” I’m confused. I can’t tell if she’s pissed at me or if she’s really as cavalier about this as she has been all day.

“Kingston, stop.” She grabs my face with a firm grip, zoning in on me. I stop my rambling, dumbfounded. “I’m not going to lie. You scared the shit out of me, but you revived me.”

“How?” I grip her thighs.

“You took me there thinking I needed to learn some way to protect myself, but what if he never comes back?”

“What does that have to do with any of this, L?”

“Kingston, I never had the chance to defend myself all those years ago. I took every blow and weathered all the healing.” She pulls me in closer, connecting our foreheads. “When I opened my eyes and saw his face on that target, each thundering sound from the blast of every bullet made me feel him there.”