Ending with Forever
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Ending with Forever
Book Three of Three
By: Lan LLP
Ending with Forever
Book 3 of 3 of the Forever Series
Published by Lan LLP
Copyright © 2015 by Lan LLP
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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book are all products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, organizations and locales are entirely coincidental.
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Acknowledgments
I’ve finally come to the conclusion of my Forever trilogy. It’s a bittersweet ending for me. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine myself to be an author of three novels. With all my love and gratitude, I want to include everyone who’s believed in me and supported my work. Without you, I wouldn’t have had the courage to accomplish this extraordinary challenge. Each of you have earned a special place in my heart and will
forever
be sealed into my books. xoxoxo!
CC, Sidney, Sienna, Linh and mom, I love you all. Thank you for giving me three years to chase my dream with your patience and unending support.
Frances and Nancy, my two amazing friends, thanks for being the other two legs of my tripod. I love you both like sisters and will always cherish our special bond.
Judy Ruiz- love ya girl for sticking with me from the Beginning to the Ending. I appreciate your gentle criticism in helping me shape all three books. I look forward to working with you in future projects.
Author friends: Georgia Le Carre and Rick, CJ Fallowfield, Joseph DiBartolo, and Kathryn Crane, thank you for holding my hand and for guiding me through publishing my books.
My Peeps! Thank you: *Michelle T., Clare F., Lisa C.R., (for being superstar pimpers), Deng, Trinh, Katrina (for your friendship and belief in me), William and Jill (for your editing support), Alicia C., Stacia, Nikki D., Elizabeth T., Sarah K., Chrissy L, Tianna D., Becky S. (for your beta work on BWF), Maria L.-Obsessive Pimpettes, Tabitha C.-Amazeballs Book Addicts, Jamie Z.-Sassy Divas Book Blog, Jenny Z.-A Dirty Book Affair, Becky D.- Inside The Book Bistro, Nikita S.-Njkinny’s World of Books, Ebbie-Author Groupies, Amber-Pimpslapped, Malisa and Jenny- J&M’s Book Diaries Review, Lulu- Romance Between The Sheets, Lorena G., Nicola Rhead, Jennifer Diaz, (for being amazing book bloggers and supporters of indie writers), Annette, Ashlee, Ashley, Brenda, Carly, Katie, Megan, Michelle, Tyler, Mark, Nate, Jane W., Debbie K., Jada, Jane M., Kris, Shirley, Tanya (my work friends-thanks for all your support and for listening to my rambling of my story ALL the time;), Cenitra and Lystra (for loving Carson), Sandra and Maureen (for our love of DG), Tracy G, Janelle B, Cheryl K., Janelle C, Angie M., Brandy W., Chi L., Catherine P., Catherine C., Hale B., Neenalou (for your sexy teasers), Amy W., Arsenia T., Kristie V., Pollie, Ashell C., Louly, Kathy G., Philippa F., Shana V., Emma K., Marilyn M., Marilyn D., Vicky B., Vicky S., Cindy W., Carol H., Gillian N., Vivian N., Vyvyann T., Vanessa W., Diana C., Kirsten T-M., Roya P., Eichin, Jo, Viviana R., Linda R., Fannie J., Alyssa J., Marisa O., Tasha H., Amy W., Stacey S., Nicola, Angela J., Nikki F., Saadia J., Daovy, Nicole S-W., Becky O., Donna, Sheryl C., Jolene M-D., Joyce B., Vatsana, Kristy L., Laura B-L., Carla B., Tasha H., JeinSelaluingin, Samantha and Alex M., Jaymee M., Heather G., Essense J., Sharon S., Crystal B., Pauline H., Nikki F., Krystal D-O., Maria K., Rhiannon M., Nicole S-M., Patricia T-H., (and so many more of you…please forgive me if I’ve left your name out.) Thank you for sharing your love and support on FB, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter, Google and Wattpad. I can’t give you all enough hugs and kisses!!
Carson Bradley
A
ll I saw was a chilling path of blood—Lillian’s blood. My body trembled with horror as I stood in the middle of a desolate and petrified field of sparse trees and shrubs.
Desperate and weeping, I heard her digging through the earth with her hands to climb out from underneath. “Help me…please,” she begged, her voice trembling as fear ingested her. I followed the excruciating sound of her cry.
With a tormented heart wedged in my tightening throat, I peered down into a tiny hole but I couldn’t see her. It was too deep and hopeless like a bottomless ocean. My eyes darted around to find something I could use to help her escape. There was nothing. I was surrounded by withered plants, dormant for the winter. I fell to my knees and my hands began to claw at the cold, impenetrable ground. Determined, I dug and ignored the pain and blood from my raw fists. “I’m coming,” I yelled frantically, tears seeping down my cheeks. I’d die trying before I’d live giving up. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here, angel,” I soothed her while I attempted to break through the earth. It was useless. My efforts did nothing to get me closer to her.
Her cries grew louder. “I don’t want to die down here, Carson. I’m scared. It’s so dark. I hate the dark.”
“I won’t let you,” I assured her with my face buried into the soil, desperately yearning to reach her, to touch her, to keep her safe in my arms. My ears panicked when her weeping stopped. “Lil, talk to me!” I shouted into the pit. No sounds reciprocated. “No. Oh God. No. Please…please don’t take her from me,” I sobbed like a lost child. I was no longer the invincible alpha male. I was broken…fragile. “Lil, answer me!” I continued to shout, but she didn’t respond. “You can’t die on me! Please…Lil,” I begged as my fist pounded into the ground.
“Carson, wake up.” I hear Lil’s soft voice, pulling me away from the dark side. My eyes blink to see it’s already early morning. Light creeps around the edges of the heavy brocade curtains attiring every window. “You were having a bad dream I think,” she explains as she sweeps her cool fingertips across my clammy forehead, watching me with worried eyes. The pounding of my heart is fierce against my ribcage as if my fists were beating against it. I’m almost hyperventilating. My breathing is sharp and hurried as I replay my nightmare. Lil was dying and I wasn’t able to do a damn thing for her. I clench my fists to hide my trembling.
She curls her petite frame into the curve of my arm and rests her head on top of my heaving chest. I squeeze her tightly against me with the intention of never letting her go. “Carson, talk to me. Tell me what’s upsetting you,” she mutters under my chin. “You’re hiding something from me. I saw it in your eyes last night after you spoke with Owen.” By the serious tone of her voice, I know she won’t take crap for an answer, not this time. I can only be partially honest with her because the complete truth will be too much for her to handle.
“The kidnappers demand an exchange—my new drug for the two researchers. Those vicious animals have already carved out the homing tattoos from Paul and David’s arms,” I tell her with disgust in my voice.
“Oh God! That’s awful,” she replies in horror, raising one hand over her mouth. “You have to give them what they want or they’ll hurt your men again,” she whimpers into my chest. Her startling reaction is exactly what I expected. This is why I can’t be completely honest with her.
Looking down into her fretful eyes, I confess. “I can’t. Without Paul and David, my formula is useless. It’s unethical for me to hand over a drug that can potentially kill thousands of people.”
“But what will you do? Why can’t you explain the situation to them?” she naïvely suggests, failing to understand the fact that those assholes don’t give a shit about anything but money.
“Angel, they’re not looking for an explanation. But don’t panic,” I assure her. “I know how to handle them. Soon, we’ll be able to leave this all behind us. I promise.”
“I hope so. But something tells me it’s not as simple as you make it seem.”
“Nothing in life is really simple, but it takes a lot to challenge me.”
“You’re always so confident aren’t you?” I grin at her response, concealing my own uncertainties. I’m nowhere near confident right now.
“Most of the time,” I reply.
“Why do you have tracking tattoos on your researchers? Isn’t that an infringement on some kind of human rights?” she asks, seeming offended and shocked.
“Nothing I do is unsubstantiated. Remember that. My researchers all volunteered to have those devices placed in their arms after I explained the possible dangers involved with their jobs.”
“I see. It still doesn’t seem right to me, but that’s my opinion.”
“Which is why you’re my Lillian. I admire your boldness and that fearless mouth of yours.”
“I’m glad you don’t find me annoying because now that we’re on the topic of challenging, I want to discuss my re-enrollment in medical school. I’m already falling too far behind.”
“I’m all ears. We can talk about anything you want,” I encourage, but not truthfully meaning it. I’ll listen to her requests, but the fact of the matter is she’s not going anywhere without me until those assholes are caught.
“There’s something I need to get off my chest first,” she hesitates. I hate surprises of any kind, especially bad ones.
“Go on.”
“My mom doesn’t know we live together. I told her I’m sharing a place with Emi,” she rattles in a single breath.
“And why would you tell her that?” I ask, irritated that she’s been dishonest with me.
“We’re not married. I don’t want her to know we’re living in sin,” she explains while her guilty eyes avoid mine.
“Lil, that wouldn’t be a problem if you’d just agree to marry me already.”
“It’s not that straightforward,” she replies.
“Why not?”
“My mom isn’t straightforward. That’s why. I’ve explained her to you before. I need a little one-on-one time with her before she meets you. Please,” she requests.
“How much time are we talking?” I fume.
“All today and possibly tonight,” she mutters, fiddling with the bed sheet around her chest.
“You’re killing me, Lil. I planned this entire trip for the sole purpose of meeting your mother and friends.”
“I’m…sorry. Maybe I…won’t need all day and night,” she stutters.
I let out a displeased sigh. “It’s fine. Take as long as you need.” Unwillingly, I surrender, seeing how anxious she appears. The thought of not having her in bed with me is unsettling, knowing that she could be a possible target as well as the selfish fact that I don’t sleep well without her.
Sacrifice equals love
. “I know how much you love your mother. You value her feelings and I respect that.”
“Thank you. You’re incredible. You know that,” she murmurs as her cheek nuzzles against the crook of my neck.
“Flattery doesn’t work on me,” I reply with a grin.
Sliding her hand down my chest, abdomen and then under my cotton pants, she grips my solid cock and tells me, “But I know what will,” and giggles.
“You know me well, don’t you?”
I roll my body over hers, secure her hands by her head and weave my fingers between hers. Diving into her neck, I peck along her pulsing jugular vein. “The only way to my heart is through my pants,” I trifle.
“Eww…you’re so crude,” she chuckles, her body squirms from side to side, trying to resist me.
“Give it up, baby, especially since we might be sleeping in separate beds for the next two days.”
“You’ll have to force yourself on me. I’m not that easy,” she teases with her beautiful smile that’s softened my obstructed heart without effort.
“It won’t be my first or last time,” I declare.
Rising to my knees, I lower my pants down to free my swollen bulge. She looks up at me with passion in her fixed brown eyes. I’m familiar with those craving looks. Gripping her hands around my flexed thighs, she pulls herself up so her mouth is inches away from my erection. In one smooth motion, she swallows almost my entire length.
“Ah,” I grunt, throwing my head back with my eyes sealed shut to absorb the overpowering sensation she’s giving me. She rides me in and out her mouth. Damn. She’s so fucking good at this. How did she learn to master this skill so quickly and expertly? “Fuck! If you don’t stop now, you’re going to make me come,” I warn, but she ignores my plea. Regaining my control, I bend down to frame her face between my palms and croon, “I want to make love to you, so when we’re apart, you won’t forget how good we are together.” She offers me another gorgeous smile.
Lowering her on to her back, she lays willingly with her legs parted, waiting for me to enter her hot flesh. I start between her thighs with wispy nips. Her soft skin is sweet on my tongue as I trail a moist path to her clit. Two deliberate licks are all that I give her. “Uh,” she gasps with her back arched, inhaling and exhaling heavily. The arousing sound of her moans smolders the cool room instantly, upping the temperature several degrees. God, there’s nothing more pleasing to my ears than that sexy sound. I continue up to her navel, circling my tongue around it, adding to her heightened sensation. No skin surface covering her svelte frame is neglected. I’m ensuring she won’t forget the feel of my lips on her body. Reaching down between her opened thighs, my fingers separate her wet petals, priming the path for my engorged cock. I’m ready to penetrate her and empty my milky cum inside her. Slowly, I thrust, savoring our intimacy as I suck on her lower and then upper lip. Her tiny whimpers, resonating in my ears, fuel me to keep driving my shaft in and out of her.
“Uh…We’re fucking amazing together,” I groan against her hot, perspiring skin, keeping a relishing pace.
Her thighs wrap firmly around my waist, pulling me in closer. I have her fingers intertwined with mine, locked in place under my hands. Our bodies are synced to the sensual tempo of my lead. Lil is the only woman I’ve ever wanted to love this tenderly. Gazing down into her lustrous light brown eyes, I see my soul smiling happily back at me. My heart is overflowed with devotion and adoration for this woman. The ecstasy growing inside me is much deeper and more emotional. I know she is my forever.
“Uh,” I whimper, biting down on my lower lip as Carson laps his tongue over my tender nipple, sucking it into his mouth with greed. His pelvis grinds into me slowly and pleasurably as my walls clench around his solid shaft. He feels so good to me that the only word I want to scream out is
FUCK!
“Uh…uh…oh god,” I moan into his ear. It excites him. His pace hastens, building the tension and heat between my legs.
“Are you close, baby?” he mutters. “You’re tighter. I can feel it,” he grunts.
“Yes. Uh…,” I exhale. Carson seals his eyes, fastens his mouth over mine and thrusts urgently. He wants me to remember his touch, his kisses by offering me this tender moment. What he doesn’t know is since our hands first touched; he’s never left my heart or mind. I love him with every emotion known to woman or man, times forever and ever.
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“Damn it! I forgot to have someone stock groceries here. All we have is pancake mix. The same damn box from last time,” Carson grumbles.
Even though we decided earlier that we’d make breakfast together since we still have a few hours to kill, he insists on preparing the batter all by himself. I’m asked to step back to give him room. I agree and watch him fumble around in the kitchen to find a whisk and mixing bowl. He lifts the box up to eye level to read the instructions.
“One cup of flour, one egg, which we don’t have and three-quarters cup of milk, another item we don’t have either,” he continues to gripe.
He measures exactly two cups of flour with precision and then pours water instead of milk into a stainless steel bowl. With a firm grip, he begins to whisk the airy ingredients together. Batter splatters everywhere. He must’ve underestimated his own strength. Finding it hard to hold back my amusement, I chuckle in the background. I can’t help myself. He hushes me with a sideway glare before scooping up his flour mess. The frustrated look on his gorgeous face is sexy as hell. He’s now covered with batter from hands to elbows. It’s killing me to have to force back my laughter. This is even better than watching a Saturday Night Live skit.
Carson’s phone vibrates on the kitchen counter. “Do you want me to get that for you since your hands are covered in batter?” I offer with a cheeky grin. I’ve never known anyone to get so messy from making plain old pancakes.
“Sure.”
Looking down at the bright screen, I see a picture of Owen’s unsmiling face. “Good morning. Mr. Bradley’s personal assistant speaking,” I kid as I shot Carson a sassy glance. He shakes his head at me with a lopsided grin.
“Good morning, Miss Ly,” he responds collectedly. “How are you?”
“Terrific and how are you?” I reply spreading the morning cheer that Carson just gave to me in the form of a tender orgasm.
“Good. Is it possible for me to speak with Mr. Bradley?” he requests.
“Yes,” I answer and cradle the phone against Carson’s ear.
“Morning,” Carson greets and then lends his ears to Owen’s response as his eyes flirt mercilessly with me. Those hazel eyes—what woman wouldn’t be easily seduced by them? And then to top it off is his irresistible dimple. I get this fluttering sensation in my stomach every time he flashes me one of those. “I see. What time should we be ready then?” he asks, his lively tone dissipates. Oh no. He doesn’t like what he’s hearing. It must be bad. “Okay. I’ll see you and Jean in about an hour.” Carson signals for me to remove the phone to end the call. “It looks like we’ll have to be ready within the hour,” he tells me disappointedly. “I was planning on doing you one more time after breakfast,” he confesses.