Forever in my Heart: Book 3 in My Heart Series (2 page)

A tiny twinge of jealousy makes me feel queasy, but I just brush it off
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Your time will come, Rox; just think of the shit that has happened over the last few months.

Honestly just feeling the depth of Kade’s love when we embrace, when he looks lovingly into my eyes and the sparks when we touch, is more than enough for now.

I
t’s a warm Sunday afternoon and after a weekend of bedroom antics, which included a variety of fruits and whipped cream. I am feeling a little claustrophobic of being indoors.

“Mr. Thomas, we really need to get out of the apartment, no scratch that, out of the bedroom actually,” I say to Kade sarcastically but it really is true, I’m feeling like a hermit.

Feeling very much back in the honeymoon period of our relationship, we have been at it like rabbits and we literally can’t keep our hands off each other.
Not a bad thing in my eyes mostly.

But, of course, the real world is out there and it waits for no one.

“I’ll have you know being in the bedroom with you is my favourite place in the universe Miss Thorne,” Kade tells me with sincerity and my heart swells with his love.

“Aw, baby, you are amazing saying that, and it’s totally my favourite too, but there is a world outside we should see occasionally,” I add hoping not to sound ungrateful.

“What did you have in mind, Rox?” Kade asks me with an intriguing look on his face.

“What about a bush walk?” I mention, trying to think of activities outdoors. I’d love to go hiking through the bush or further to explore the wildlife and nature.

“Something a bit different for a change baby. What are your thoughts?” I ask him unsure of his facial expression on the exploring nature idea.

“Well, my knee is still rat shit so that’s not a great idea,” Kade replies giving me a

‘Hello, did you miss the knee strap I’ve been wearing for the last month?’ look.

“Oh yeah, I kind of forgot. It’s not like you have been taking it easy with other extra-curricular activities,” I say giggling while thinking of just how much he has probably been overdoing it, even after he was given strict instructions to rest it.

“We could see a movie?” I suggest next trying to please the sexy surfer that really can be a closed book some days.
Or is that just the male species, in general?

“A movie is doable for you, darling. What’s on at the flicks?” Kade asks me as I pick up my mobile phone and Google the movie cinemas to find out.

“Okay, Mr. Thomas, we have a few choices; a comedy starring Vince Vaughn or the latest action flick with Russell Crowe?” I answer him with the two I’ve narrowed it down to.

“Oh, and of course, there is the new Scarlett Johansen one, but it’s your lucky day. I’ll save the chick flick for girls’ night with Jem,” I add sarcastically just for fun.

“You make me laugh all day, every day, Rox, with your own comedy show so let’s see some action and fighting,” he replies, and I can’t help but smile. I am fluent in sarcasm and wonder sometimes if I should tone it down a little.

“You got it, babe. We have an hour until it starts; I’ll just go and freshen up. We can leave in twenty minutes, you know how I need my popcorn, although I doubt the line should be crazy on a Sunday afternoon,” I tell him standing up to go freshen up. My mouth is already salivating at the thought of hot, salty popcorn.

We wander out the front and jump into Kade’s Ute before he drives casually to the local cinema, only a quick fifteen minute drive.

“Did you have to wear those tiny shorts Rox? How can I drive while your bare skin is so close to me?” Kade states as he glares at me like I’m something he’s about to eat.

“Self-constraint that is the key. Kade, we are out on the town so get your mind out of the gutter. I shaved this morning so I’m showing off my silky smooth legs, want to feel? Oh no, better not,” I tell him while smirking and as I rub my hands down my smooth legs just to tease him. He smirks back and shakes his head at my comment.

Kade pulls into the quiet car park and parks his sexy arse white Ute with ease into one of the many free spots.

The growl of the engine never gets old; my panties still dampen from the animalistic sound and roar of the v8 motor.

As if Kade senses my arousal he glances at me and raises his eyebrow, that look is fucking hot as hell!

I look away feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. How can he have this effect on me all day and night? Even when I’m trying to get us away from the bedroom, if for only for a few hours, all I want to do is drag him back to it.

Focus, Rox, focus.

Always the gentleman, Kade casually jumps out and walks around to open my door. He puts his hand on my lower back and sneakily runs it across my arse. He locks the Ute and accidentally drops his keys, as he collects them from the ground he rubs his coarse hands up my leg.

“Mmm, you’re right, they are so smooth, Rox,” he says to me smugly as he stands up in close proximity, almost nose to nose with me.
Well played, Kade, well played,
I think to myself.

My core is throbbing, and my breath has hitched from his little stunt.

He attentively grabs my hand as we walk in. Lining up, Kade orders our tickets and pays. I have become accustomed to him paying most times, although we are both happy to sharing.

“I’ll order the popcorn. Do you want a Coke or water, babe?” I ask him, knowing his choice will fluctuate depending on his surfing training.

“Coke please, gorgeous,” he replies, and his compliment makes me smile.

Taking our delicious popcorn and ice-cold drinks, we head towards the number four cinema where the attendant takes our tickets. I’m first to walk through the darkened aisle and I stop to take a look where to sit. Kade pulls up hard and flush behind me, pushing himself into me so there is not even an inch of space between us. Then the son of a bitch blows in my ear. Ugh, that move gets me every time, and I immediately get goosebumps and chills.

I try to regain my nonchalant composure and continue walking to try not to show him how turned on I actually am. I slowly climb the stairs to sit in the middle row, where we take our seats.

“You okay, Rox? You look a little flushed,” he teasingly says to me.

I can’t help but look at him. Big mistake. Huge mistake because those big, chocolate brown eyes draw me in and sparks fly. I am totally struggling to keep cool, even though I am hot and flushed.

Obviously the more sex you have, the more you want it, and this guy has me acting worse than a horny teenager.

“Not at all. I am fine, thanks,” I reply trying to hide my arousal. I take a few deep breaths to help my composure. I’m stubborn as an ox and won’t go down without a fight.

Kade grabs my hand and rubs his fingers through mine as he leans close to my ear and whispers, “You are even more sexy when you are horny, baby.” His words are turning me into jelly so I close my eyes to compose myself.

He blows his warm breath in my ear and slowly licks the outer ridge of my ear with his tongue.

Fuck me. I am about to combust.

“What evil game are you playing at?” I whisper, now smirking at his antics.

“Do you want me to straddle you right here and now in front of everyone?” I ask softly to gage his response.

“Yes, please, I’m as hard as a fucking rock baby and I need to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear and that is all I can take.

I roughly grab his hand and drag him out of the almost empty cinema. I’m so glad it’s a quiet Sunday afternoon as I pull him into the deserted ladies’ bathroom and into the first stall. I quickly lock it and push him hard against the door. While he is grinning like the Cheshire cat, I pounce and kiss his edible lips, hard. My tongue assaults his as my hands run roughly through his hair.

Kade tightly grips my arse and picks me up to wrap my legs around him.

“Mmm,” I can’t help but moan. I don’t even care if anyone comes in. He rubs a hand across my full breast and roughly frees it from my singlet top and lace bra before he sucks it hard making my arousal intensify.

Overcome with lust, I reach my hand down and undo his jean shorts hastily. I know this will be a quickie and completely rough and raw; no other way will do. I set free his erect cock and start to stroke it, as he spins me and pushes me against the door. Kade unzips my shorts and places me down for a millisecond to remove them and my G-string in record time. Then he slyly enters a finger inside my folds with ease, as I am literally dripping like a melted ice cube.

With a swift lift, I am back up against the door and straddling him once more. His cock at my entrance and I collide with the door as he enters me hard. “Mmm,” I moan loudly into his neck.

What is it about a quickie in a public place that makes it so much hotter?

“Fucking hell, Roxy. This is so hot, woman,” Kade whispers into my ear as he thrusts into me over and over.

“You are dripping. Goddamn, you’re sexy as sin,” he adds as his assault continues. When he licks my ear and gives me one last pounding
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I come apart and convulse as my raging orgasm unravels. I bite into Kade’s neck and it is quite possibly one of the best orgasms I’ve had to date.

And in the ladies’ toilets, for fuck’s sake.

Kade follows quickly behind me with a last thrust as he pins me to the door then kisses me with fervour and unadulterated lust.

I can’t help but giggle at what in the world just happened.

“Well, we gave it a good shot, but it’s safe to say we can’t keep our hands off each other, Mr. Thomas, even in public places,” I say playfully, and he chuckles softly.

“You, my dear, are a nymphomaniac,” he replies comically and that makes me laugh harder.

“Takes one to know one,” I state and give him one last kiss as he gently places me on the floor. Still half laughing and on a euphoric high from our releases, we find our scattered clothing and start to get dressed so we can return to the movie.

“Let me sneak out first so you can make yourself presentable,” he says looking at me like he wanted to devour me again. Then he adds with a grin, “See you in the cinema.” He walks out of the bathroom stall with a confident swagger, never locking eyes with any of the women he passes.

I am still smiling and in shock that it happened in here, as I tend to the clean-up in aisle five.
Well, that is a new public place to add to the list.

Expecting the Unexpected

L
ife is pretty perfect right now. However, as my father would say, ‘When you have a smile on your face is when you are more vulnerable to something bad happening.’

After another day at work, I drive home in rush hour traffic, park my little blue beast in my usual spot, and head into my apartment. I stop to collect the mail from the apartment’s letterbox, unlock the door, and as per usual, I throw the letters on the kitchen bench, expecting nothing more than bills.

I can’t help but notice the top envelope is addressed to me and is handwritten, not typed like the usual bills we get.

I eagerly pick it up for a closer look and notice the familiar writing; I definitely recognise it, it is Dylan’s. What the hell is he sending me a letter for?

Shit. What do I do? Throw it out or read it?

I really need a second opinion. Half of me wants to put it in the trash while the other half of me wants to read it. Dylan has me puzzled as to why he would be writing to me. Ninety percent of me couldn’t care less, but the ten percent is stupidly curious. I send a text to Jemma for help.

Hey Hoe, I have a dilemma.

Dylan sent me a letter. Should I open it or throw it out?

She replies and it makes me giggle, it’s such a typical Jemma response.

Throw that fucker to the bin, girlfriend.

I know I should, but I can’t help but wonder why he is writing me, though. What could he possibly have to say? The words ‘I’m sorry’ just won’t cut it.

I admit to her.

Exactly, so do not open it. Don’t waste your time.

What if I read it and tell you if there is anything important inside?

She replies with the perfect idea.

Yes, please. You read my mind. I think someone should read the letter and you don’t have the boyfriend emotional attachment, plus I think Kade would totally freak over nothing.

Love you, whorebag. See you after work.

I am so glad that Jemma understands me. She always knows how to help.

Okay skank, I will do it for you because I love you and because you are going to be my maid of honour. See you later.

I take a hot and numbing shower and throw on some casual shorts and a sleeveless top, desperately trying to stay distracted until Jemma gets home in approximately thirty-two minutes.
Not that I am counting...

Why is it that when it’s something you know you shouldn’t do, it just makes you want to do it more?

I microwaved the leftover spaghetti bolognese from last night; who has time to cook every night when you can make enough for two nights. Then dish our tasty smelling dinner onto plates. I slowly set the table, keeping as busy as possible until I hear the front door open and my sensational best friend enter.