Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

“Lick it clean, baby.” She looks at my finger then to me. I feel her tense and her eyes bulge. “Don’t be ashamed to want to taste what I did to you.” Her eyes flash and flood with desire. Leaning forward she takes my finger to her lips, pouting them around the tip and lightly tracing her tongue against it. I let out a sinister growl.

“No, baby, put it all the way in, lick your man clean.” Wrapping her hands around mine, she slowly takes my finger in her mouth, not taking her eyes off mine. She moans, making me feel accomplished.

“You taste like cherries and arousal. I’m going to take you home and mate with you. Fill you with my fucking seed. I’m going to make you mine, finally.” She closes her eyes and basically fucks my finger with her mouth, making me come a little more in my damn jeans. I’m fucking twenty-one years old and have had so much pussy I could drown in it, but my best friend, my fucking angel, my Queen, has me feeling like I’m new to the game.

“Take me home,” she says around the tip of my finger. I almost throw the car into reverse and take off with her still on my lap but like a gentleman, I do no such thing.

“Up up,” I tap her thigh and she lifts so I can slide her jeans and panti

es back up.

“Now get that ass over in your seat and buckle up.” I laugh and she giggles, righting herself with my help. A minute later we leave the parking lot, siting in silence with only The Cab playing in my car.

Past

I’ve never been touched like that, never felt something so powerful, that every nerve ending was on fire, my brain losing its function for a moment, all color becoming more vibrant. Joel has never made me come, never once tried, never did care enough to.

Our sex is always in the dark, him on top, grunting like an animal and within seconds, it’s over. No foreplay, no magic, no romance, just him getting off. He says he saves that for the other women, I’m just a hole to lose himself in.

He makes me feel dirty, unwanted, like an inanimate object at his disposal. How can I feel so different with Kingston, we just fooled around in his car for God’s sake? But still, he managed to make me feel worshipped—holy.

“Lana. You said you thought you were coming...What did you mean?” he speaks, turning the radio down just a bit. I look over at his side profile, while his one hand is on the steering wheel and his other rests on my thigh.

“I’ve never come before, never had an orgasm,” I tell him honestly, unafraid, not ashamed to tell him the truth.

“What?” He looks over to me quickly, shocked by my response.

“Yeah, Joel doesn’t ever try with me, it’s usually for him. Just him. We don’t have sex often, since he’s too busy cheating on me or beating me. When we do it’s because his girlfriends are busy and I’m the last resort.” I hang my head like a coward, wishing desperately that I could just walk tall again.

“He has no idea what a fucking gift he has in front of him. Years have gone by that I could have worshipped you and he neglected that time.” He squeezes the wheel, his foot pressing on the gas harder as he weaves in and out of traffic.

“I don’t want to talk about him. Not after we shared that. Not before we’re about to share more,” I tell him placing my hand over his. His jaw ticks and his green eyes stay on the road. He doesn’t reply back and I accept that for what it is. Kingston is hot and cold, he can love ferociously one minute and ice you out faster than you have time to blink. Right now, he is on the edge of thin ice and I don’t dare push him further.

We pull up to his house, just down the street from mine and I see all the lights are off and Tom’s car is gone.

“Where’s your dad?”

“Out with his friends, come on,” he answers before climbing out. Going around the hood of the car he comes to my door and opens it for me, helping me out, like he always does.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Following him in, I take a second to assess the surroundings of his house. I look down both ways of the street. Seeing that none of Joel’s men are there, I release a deep breath. I’m still in the clear.

Once inside, he locks the door and flips on the entry light. I slide off my shoes as does he and I follow him up the stairs to his bedroom. We enter the room and he heads to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. Like I always do when I come in his room, I curl up on his side of the bed and wrap myself in his scent. I hear him making noise and the distinct sound of the shower starting. Appearing in the frame of his bathroom, with just his pants on, he looks to me.

“I’m gonna take a shower, I smell like steak and beer.” He laughs with me, gracing me with his dimples and that sexy wink.

“Okay, I’ll be right here, hurry back. I miss you already.”

“Nothing can keep me away.” Leaving to shower I wait here. Thinking more about everything. I hate that whenever Kingston leaves, the voice of reason and guilt comes creeping back in, where he can’t hush it.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket, distracting me for a brief second. Taking it out, I choke up, my breath catching as I see Joel calling. Quickly, I answer it before it rings too long.

“Hello.”

“What are you doing, Lana?” he asks.