Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

“Yeah, I will.” She leaves the room and I’m left to stand there. I think long and hard about what her dad may think. I just hope her and I can push past whatever tomorrow brings. Mama James took it well, almost too well, which can only mean papa James will be the polar opposite.

“You told your mom?” I break the silence between us, the only noise in our surrounding quiet is the sound of Bender from the Breakfast Club. Her tiny little body is wrapped around me like a glove, sticking as close as humanly possible, her baby bump warming my side, arousing the alpha in me. My hand rubs up and down her thigh where she has it draped over my stomach. My other arm aiding as her pillow, my hand playing with her hair.

“Yeah, I kind of had a breakdown and cried to her about us.” Her vulnerable eyes look up at me, searching my expression.

“Crying over us? Babe, what’s wrong, I thought we were doing great?” I ask worriedly. I really thought we were off to a great start as an official couple.

“No, no it’s all good,” she says pushing up from the bed and seating herself astride my lap, her hands finding my bare chest, tracing over my sister’s portrait.

“Why did you cry then, beautiful?” I sweep her hair from her face and tuck it behind her dainty ear. Lana’s my little pixie.

“We talked about Joel. We also talked about how passionate you are and the capability you have to swallow me whole.” She fidgets, tightening her legs around my hips. “I told her how much I love the way you are with me. How absolutely crazy you are over me.” A soft blush wisps out over her flushed face as she bites her cute lip. She’s embarrassed to tell me how much she loves the way I need her, like I need oxygen. It’s a matter of my survival.

“I’m obsessed with you, because you possess me.” I stroke my thumb in circles on her knee.

“I know Kings and I’m the same way over you.” Lana strokes her hands along my chest and abs, they feel incredible, giving me the dude version of whatever the fuck butterflies are. She looks angelic above me, round with our child.

Lana’s come such a long way since Joel and I’m so fucking proud of my warrior. Speaking of, I still need to visit Joel tomorrow while L is out with her father. I’m not entirely sure what I plan to do other than threaten him to stay the hell away from my family. After I make good on that, I’m going to talk to the detective, tell him about the pictures and see what our options are.

I’m a protector, a watcher of the people I love and Lana has always been something of mine who I will protect and defend as long as I’m still walking this fucking earth. Our child only amplifies that feeling on a magnified level.

“I remember all the times we spent in this room becoming best friends. Never did I think we would be sitting here as more. I can’t believe you actually want me, you must have lost some sense when I got you pregnant, I’m no good for you.”

“Stop Kings, you are good for me. Actually, you’re great for me.”

“I’m not good enough for you, but I’m too selfish to walk away or let you ever realize how much better you can get. I’m gonna spend every day making you need me just like I need you,” I whisper, my lips tugging in the corner.

“Keep saying things like that Kingston Donovan and I just might marry you right here, right now.” Leaning in her covered chest hits my bare one and our lips surge together, igniting.

I want to marry Lana soon. I want to build a home and a life with her, giving our child a beautiful future with two loving parents. Lana’s close, yet she still needs some more time before we can get to marriage, but I’m a persistent motherfucker and when I see something I want, I have to have it. I will have it in due time. She said yes the night in the studio, but we haven’t talked about it much since then, too caught up in life. I have picked out a ring for her, a simple gold band. She confessed that she wants a band with no diamond, just a simple ring for a simple love. One she never thought she’d have.

Full circle, I am her simple.

Pulling away just enough for our lips to part, I groan out as she grinds against my stomach. I can feel the wet heat seeping through her sleep shorts. “The second you have this baby, I’m fucking getting you pregnant again. I want to make lots and lots of babies with you. I want you fucking round with our kid inside you all the damn time.” She laughs and places her lips to my ear.

“You know I may be pregnant now, but we can still practice. You know, get the hang of things so we’re ready when that time comes.” I reach both my hands around and squeeze her ass.

“Your mom’s home and I don’t think she wants to hear her daughter getting good fucking cock.”

“Stick your finger in my mouth so I can suck on it, that should keep me quiet right?” What a minx, my personal tease. She reaches around taking one of my hands off her juicy little ass and brings my finger to her mouth. Lana lets out tiny low moans while her mouth slides down and then back up the length of my finger.

“I think I should just do it the easy way.” In a flash, I pivot. Getting her on the bed, I flip her over and lift her by her hips, her knees holding her pert ass in the air. I hurry and slip her shorts down and around her knees. I pull my basketball shorts down and thrust into her without warning. She screams out into the pillow, thrown off by my quick invasion. Using my forearms I push her shoulders down gently on the bed and her face in the pillow.

“Say my name, sexy. Tell me who owns this pink pussy.” I pound into her harder, my neck straining as I throw my head back biting my lip to stop the thundering growl trying to get out. Instead I grunt low in my chest, the sound making her clench down on me.

“You like it when I moan baby? You like controlling this dick with your magic pussy?” She screams my name into the pillow, the muffled sound of her ecstasy making my balls draw up and fill with hot come.

Leaning back up I put my hands on her ass, spreading her so I can watch myself disappear into her snug heat, her tight little asshole tempting me to take her there.

One day.

Every time I pull out I see my wet cock coated in her arousal and the point during sex where I go from a man fucking to a man fucking possessed engages.

I pull all the way out with every bit of force in me to flip her over. Her face is flushed red and her hair is sticking to the sides of her face from the sweat of our hasty fucking.

“Take your shirt off.” Faster than I demanded her to, she removes her top in a swift motion, while I make work at sliding her shorts the rest of the way off. I stare down at her body, mesmerizing all the details that make Lana, Lana.

She has the tiniest freckle to the side of her righ