Holding His Forever Page 6

  “If you let me, I’ll save you for the rest of our lives.”

  “You love me.” I remember the words he said to me last night.

  “I do. How can I not? Never knew something like you could exist. You were made for me to love.” He says it so easily, like he’s been saying it his whole life. My mother loved me, but it wasn’t something that was said very much. I knew it was there, but we didn’t say it enough.

  “I love you, too.” I give him the words I’ve never said to another man before, not wanting to live a life without them. I want them to come as easily as they do for him.

  “Say it again.” His voice is gravelly now, and filled with so much emotion.

  “I love you. I’ve never said that to anyone but my mom,” I admit, wanting him to know how much it means to me to say it to someone.

  “I’ve never said it to someone I wasn’t related to.”

  “This is crazy,” I tell him, but there’s no power behind it, because I don’t care if it’s crazy. I knew I loved him last night when I told him to cum inside of me. I wanted all of him, wanted every last drop to bind us together.

  “It’s perfect.” He leans in, nuzzling my neck. “You still sleepy, angel?”

  I nod against him as he trails kisses down my neck, down to the center of my chest, his ticklish facial hair making me giggle.

  “You sleep a little bit, and I’m going to run to the bakery down the street and get us breakfast.”

  “I’ll go with you,” I halfheartedly say. I don’t want to move, but I want to be with him.

  “Sleep. I’ll only be gone a minute.” He pulls himself from me. I roll to my side and watch him get dressed. I don’t care that I’m naked. My shyness died last night. An unknown part of me revealed itself. I hate each piece of clothing he puts on as it covers his magnificent body.

  “You working today?” he asks while slipping on his shoes.

  “Just the diner today.” I want to groan just thinking about it. God, I hate that place. I’m going to have to quit and find something else.

  “I want you to think about quitting.” He says it like he just read my mind.

  “I”

  He holds up his hand, cutting me off. “Just think about it, angel, before saying anything. I want you to stay with me, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

  “I can’t just stay here. I have to help pay the bills.” I don’t want to be a mooch. I’m all for staying with him, but I want to do my part.

  He walks over to the side of the bed, towering over me before dropping down so we’re at eye level. “You gave me what I’ve been looking for in life. Let me do the same. Stay with me. Quit the fucking diner before I end up in jail for snapping your boss’s neck, and let me give you what you are looking for in life.”

  “I just need you.”

  “But you want more, and I can give it to you. If you don’t let me, it will just drive me crazy. I’ll be sitting in that diner every day you work,” he challenges.

  I don’t even know what to say to that, but God, I love how freaking protective he is over me. It’s nice.

  “Just think about it, okay?”

  I nod, making him give me one of those full-face smiles. I know I’m going to crack. I’m not sure there is a thing I wouldn’t agree to just to see that smile light up his face.

  He grabs his wallet, keys, and phone, and gives me one last kiss me before he heads out of the room, leaving me all alone.

  I snuggle into the bed, thinking about waking up like this every day. A knock sounds at the door, and I pull myself from the bed, grabbing Derek's discarded shirt from the floor. I slip it over my head as I make my way towards the door.

  “You forget something?” I ask, pulling the door open.

  Sam has a hand around my throat instantly, pushing me back into the townhouse. I can smell the booze on his breath. I grab and scratch at his arm, trying to free myself.

  “You fucking whore!” he yells in my face before pushing me back, releasing his grip around my neck and sending me falling to the floor. “You were supposed to be mine. Mine!” His face turns red, and a look of pure evil crosses it.

  “You had to do this the hard way, didn’t you?” He starts walking towards me, and I scramble backwards.

  “You motherfucker.” Derek’s deep voice growls through the room, and it even sends a chill down my spine.

  Sam turns, only to come into contact with Derek’s fist. A loud crunch sounds, before Sam hits the ground, knocked out from the single punch.

  Derek goes for him again, but I whisper his name, making him look towards me.

  “Please,” I tell him. I don’t want him to do something he can’t take back, because the way he is looking right now, he won’t stop until Sam isn’t breathing.

  I reach my hand out to him, and he comes towards me and picks me up. I wrap myself around him. I can feel some of the tension leave his body, the sound of sirens in the distance.

  “Are you sure you’re okay, angel?” Derek asks for the millionth time since the cops finally left, taking Sam with them. His face has a pained look on it. I can sense some of the adrenaline still running though his body. He’s wound up tight.

  “I’m fine.” I try to wiggle a little, but Derek’s arms only hold me tighter. I’ve been in his lap since the cops got here. Well, after he made me put pants on. Then he put me in his lap and wouldn’t let me go. Even when I had to tell the story over and over again to the police. Luckily they didn’t make us go down to the station, but I think that was Derek’s doing.

  “Sunshine, you’re eventually going to have to let her go,” Derek’s dad, Marshall, says, making my cheeks warm. He showed up shortly after the cops did. He’s been sitting in a chair beside us, watching us with a smile on his face.

  “The fuck I do,” is all Derek says, proving his point and not letting me go. His dad laughs.

  “How’d you know to come back?” I finally ask. Derek had gotten here before Sam could really do anything, and he didn’t look like he’d been to the bakery because he didn’t have anything with him.

  “I got a call from a friend on the police force on my way to the bakery. He’s been working the investigation on the fire that burned your old building. Told him to keep me updated.” He lets out a long breath. “They went to question Sam, seeing as he owns the apartments.”

  “What?” That was news to me.

  “Yeah, angel, he owned the apartments above the laundromat, as well as the diner.”

  How did I not know that? Then again, I only ever dealt with the apartment manager. I did find out about the diner needing a waitress because of the apartments. There was a sign hanging in the hallway one day. It was close, and I thought it would be perfect. I’d be able to walk to work. Why hadn’t Sam ever told me that?

  “When they got to his place, the door was ajar, so they went in. He wasn’t there, but there was…” He stalls, looking like he doesn’t want to finish his sentence. “Some evidence. A sort of shrine with pictures and all kinds of shit of you.” He growls the last part, and I just stare at him.

  “They don’t think you’re the first woman he’s done this to. Let’s just say, he’ll never be a free man again.”

  I reach up and cup Derek's face. “Always saving me,” I tease, trying to relieve some of the tension. I should be freaking out about what just happened, but just like the moment I laid eyes on him, I know I’ll forever be safe. He won’t let anything happen to me.

  “God, angel.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine, one hand going to the back of my neck, holding me in place. “If I’d lost you…” His voice cracks on the last word, and my heart squeezes.

  “I’d never leave you. Ever,” I reassure him.

  “You gonna marry me?” he whispers, but I know from the intake of breath from my left that his dad heard.

  “Right now if you want.”

  He leans back, looking into my eyes. “Dad, you should leave,” he says, never looking away from me.

  “Fine, but you better not get hitched without me being there,” he says in a half growl, and I realize it sounds just like Derek’s.

  “We won’t,” I say, never taking my eyes from Derek either. I hear the door click, and we’re finally alone.

  14

  Fia

  I think for a second Derek is going to pick me up and take me to bed, but all he does is lower me to the floor right where we are.

  “I can’t wait, angel. I have to get inside you.”

  I smile as I watch him strip off his clothes, impatient to get naked and take me. I can’t say that I’m not in just as much of a hurry as he is as I grab at his shirt.

  I help him pull it off his head, I take off the one I’m wearing, and he pulls off the sweats I have on. Then the two of us pull at his jeans and he pushes them down his hips just enough for his cock to spring free.

  His thick cock is long and hard, the tip glistening with need. I hold him in my hand, pumping him a few times before guiding him to my opening. He hisses at the touch, and we both moan with need as he enters me. My hands go to his back, holding to him as he wets his cock on my arousal and plunges deep inside me.

  I’m lying on the hardwood floor, but even with as rough as his thrusts are becoming, he’s holding me gently.

  I kiss his chest and neck, licking up to his ear. The feeling of my mouth of him makes him shiver, and I know it drives him wild. I love the control I have over him in this area and how he melts at my touch.

  “Will you cum in me again?” I whisper in his ear.

  “Fuck, angel.” He thrusts hard three times and then grits his teeth. “Don’t make me cum so fast.”

  He adjusts the angle of his hips, and now his cock is rubbing my clit with every stroke. The feeling of his warm heat going in and out of me in perfect tempo is enough to have me barreling towards the edge of climax.

  “That’s it, Derek. So perfect.”

  I arch my back as much as I can, trying to hold on to the sensation. I feel my orgasm building, and it’s so close. I slide my hands down his hips and grip his ass cheeks as he thrusts into me. It only takes a few more strokes and I’m falling over the edge.

  I cum, saying his name in a tangle of moans and pleas. I don’t know what I’m begging for, but he gives it to me over and over. One climax turns into another, and I swear I see stars. Derek above me keeps pumping away, stretching my orgasm out into the most intense sensations of my life. I feel his heat flood me as he thrusts, and knowing that my orgasm gives him so much pleasure it triggers his makes the experience even hotter.

  He places soft kisses across my chest and breasts, tracing his tongue around my nipples. He starts to move inside me again, and I wrap my legs around him, knowing that once won’t be enough.

  Some people might look at this and think we are insane. We probably are. But a feeling like this comes once in a lifetime, if that. We’ve got our whole lives to get to know one another and everything about our pasts. What we share isn’t based on liking the same movies or enjoying the same foods. Our love is based on our souls being connected and not being able to be apart. It’s as if we searched our whole lives for this, and now that we’ve found it, there’s no going back.

  He makes love to me slowly this time, less hurried than before. And when I find my next peak, he picks me up and carries me to bed, only to start all over again.

  Our passion is fierce, just like our love. And after hours of it, we finally sleep. But just as I’m closing my eyes, Derek tightens his arms around me.

  “You’re my forever,” he whispers, and I’m safe.

  Epilogue

  Derek

  About nine months later…

  “Just real quick, angel.”

  I kneel on the floor in front of Fia and push her dress up over her very pregnant belly. I put one of her legs over my shoulder and brace her other one while she leans back against the wall. I pull her panties to the side, and my mouth is on her pussy right away. I don’t tease her, licking and sucking her off just how she likes it.

  “Derek, right there, baby. That’s it.”

  We’re in the hallway of the townhouse, and we were supposed to leave ten minutes ago. But I had to have one more taste before we left.

  Three days a week, I volunteer at the women’s shelter as the security officer. I make sure the staff is safe and ensure that the women who are coming in are protected from any outside threats. Fia told me how important the shelter is to her, and I wanted to help her be more involved. She finished up her degree in social work two months ago, and now she can finally help make a difference within the system and just volunteer her time.

  I work at the fire department two days a week now, training the new guys. After Fia and I talked, and I explained my fear about working in a dangerous line of work and starting a family, I took a step back and decided what was more important. I had enough money saved in order to take care of us for a long time, so this was something I was comfortable doing. I’d be able to be there for her. For our baby.

  We got married the day after her attack and found out we were having a little baby boy not too long after that day. My dad was bursting with excitement, and even though it was sad our moms couldn’t be there, it was still a perfect day.

  My dad has welcomed Fia as his own daughter, and I see how much he means to her. She was hesitant at first, and after learning about her real father, I understood. But as time has gone on, she’s started to call him Dad, and their relationship is really beautiful. We haven’t told my dad yet, but Fia wants to name the little boy after him.

  She’s been a trouper, working until the very end of her pregnancy, and I swear her pussy gets sweeter the further along she gets. I know she needs to get to work, but I had to have just one more taste before we left.

  “Please! Oh, God. That’s it.”

  I slip two fingers inside of her, rubbing that sweet spot inside her channel. She clenches down on me, and I feel her juices start to run down my fingers. Her climax is hot and fast, and her sweet nectar hits my tongue.

  When she’s finished climaxing, I pull my fingers out and lick them clean, and then give her pussy one last kiss before covering it back up with her panties. I pull her dress back into place and stand up, giving her a satisfied smile.

  “You look so smug for someone who’s going to be walking around with a boner the size of the Washington Monument all day.”

  She winks at me and walks past, and I smack her ass.

  “Guess you’ll just have to make it up to me tonight.”

  I grab the keys and her bag, carrying them for her as we exit.

  “Only if you promise to give me a foot rub in the bathtub.”

  I wiggle my eyebrows at her, thinking about getting her all wet and bubbly. “Deal.”

  She leans up on her tippy toes and places a soft kiss on my chin.

  “Sucker,” she says before pulling back and making me chase after her.

  I’d follow her to the ends of the earth as long as I’d end up with my arms around her. Holding her is the only thing that heals my soul, and I’ll do it until my last breath.

  THE END

  GUARDING HIS OBSESSION

  When Drake Hart's security team is hired to find a stalker, he has no idea what's in store for him. However, the day Zoey Lewis' picture lands in his lap, there's nothing he won't do to save her. He's always been quiet and shy, but seeing her changes everything.

  Zoey is missing a filter when it comes to interacting with people. She's used to being lost in her computer and being taken care of by her sister. She's an oddball, and people find it hard to deal with. But when Drake Hulk-smashes his way into her world, she doesn't feel so out of place.

  When Zoey is threatened and needs protection, will Drake save the day? With a body like his, all signs point to yes!

  Warning: He owns a security firm. She's a little nerdy. It's a classic trope and a recipe for sugary-sweet erotica!

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  For all the awkward girls that think they’re alone.

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  Chapter 1

  Zoey

  “I don’t need a bodyguard,” I huff into the phone, holding it between my shoulder and ear as I dig through my messenger bag for my keys.

  “This isn’t up for debate,” my own assistant snaps through the phone. Maybe having my older sister as my personal assistant wasn’t the best idea. That’s a lie and I know it. Hell, who am I kidding, she holds my life together. I might be the brains of this duo, but she’s way more organized than I am. It probably has something to do with her modeling career and always having so many things going on in her life at one time. She’d done it from the age of seven all the way until her mid-twenties when she retired. Elle is the order to my chaos, and I need her.

  Now that I think about it, I don’t think I even hired her. She just barged in, in true Elle form, and took over. It wasn’t like she needed the job. She saved her money and I, in turn, helped her invest it in ventures I knew would do well.

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