Forever Mine (Providence Series Book 1) (15 page)

Pulling back from her, I reached for the bags in her hand and saw the shiny one with Scarlett Treasures written on it and groaned. “Is that…what did you get?” I croaked.
 

I had been in there before to buy pieces of jewelry for Layla. Granted I could have just got them from Ava as she made most of them, but I was a guy and the shop was filled with sexy shit, so hell yes I went in. I could only just imagine what Maya had bought, which made me groan again.

“Let's go into the house beast,” she laughed and pulled me towards her door.

She went into the kitchen and started pulling out pots and pans and shit from the fridge. “Need a hand?” I offered, even though I was kind of scared of her kitchen. It was full of fancy appliances with KitchenAid and Cuisinart written on them and I had no idea what they did.

“No, you just sit. How was your day?” She asked measuring something out and turning on a mixer with the other hand. Women and multi-tasking was impressive to watch, although I’d deny it if I was ever asked because it just made men look bad.
 

Thinking back over my day, I scrubbed my face with both hand. “Shit,” and it really had been. Ever since I opened the shop, I hadn’t lost focus once. Even on the days that I worked the ranch too, or when there were huge problems like missing parts, shipping delays and shit like that I stayed calm and pushed forward. My mind just wasn’t on it just now and I needed to sort that out before there was an accident or I messed up a car and killed someone though.

“I’m sorry honey,” she turned her back to whatever was being done by the machines and looked at me with a soft expression on her face. “If it helps mine wasn’t much better.”

“What happened?” I asked not liking that she’d had shit happen too; if I could, I’d protect her from everything and everyone. We spoke about our day while she continued cooking and as she put my plate down in front of me it hit me how normal this was, me coming home to Maya after a days work, talking out our problems, laughing, commiserating, her cooking and me sitting….I loved it.

“Thanks, baby, that looks fantastic!”
 

“There’s a cherry Bakewell in the oven too for dessert!” She said sitting down with a glass of wine and putting a fresh bottle of beer in front of me.
 

“A what?”
 

“You’ll see!” And when it was served up with vanilla ice-cream I couldn’t help the moan that came out my mouth, it was divine.

“You like?”

“I love,” and I did. Oh my, God, it was like almonds with sponge and a bit of pastry with cherries, really it shouldn’t have gone well, but it really did. “Where did you learn this?”

“When we were posted to London, dad used to take us around the country whenever he could. One weekend, we went to a place called Bakewell,” I nodded seeing where she was going with the story, “that wasn’t too far away from a city called Sheffield. We bought Bakewell tarts, Bakewell cupcakes, Bakewell muffins, Bakewell slices and one of these, and I fell in love with all things Bakewell,” she emphasized her point by taking a huge mouthful.

“Do you miss it?”
 

This was one of the other things that had been bothering me, she’d traveled so much did she even want to settle somewhere or would she get bored?

“What, traveling?” She asked, leaning back and playing with her wine glass with her sexy fingers. Seriously, everything she did was sexy and she didn’t even realize it.
 

I nodded and she looked at the table and frowned. The longer she was silent, the more I started to panic, until she looked up.“Yes and no. Yes, I miss seeing new things and experiencing new countries, but at the same time we were never living in places permanently and it made it impossible to plant roots and settle, ya know?” Her nose wrinkled adorably and I groaned for a whole new reason.
 

After a bit more conversation about the countries that she’d visited, I suggested that I clean up in the kitchen while she went for a shower making her laugh. “Do you know how to clean the mixer and the scales?” She gestured toward the fancy machines that she’d used so effortlessly.

“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it, then take your gorgeous ass to the shower, get clean and come back. You’ve had a long day too.”

After a quick crash course in cleaning scary looking kitchen appliances, she went to her room, but it wasn’t until I heard the shower go on and realized the huge flaw in my plan. I’d thought I was being smart getting her out the room so that I could focus on cleaning to help get rid of the erection that had been getting impossibly harder since I arrived, but now with the mental image of a naked Maya with soap and water running over her body…I wasn’t going to survive.
 

    
Maya

I felt much better after my shower, washing off the shitty day. I know I should have been thinking about Ren, but I was worried about Isla and still pissed at Luke so I decided to send her a text to check she was okay. Picking up my phone, I saw I had a message from my GBFF in Miami, Tony, and squealed like an idiot with excitement.

Sexy T: Hey gorgeous girl, been missin ya! Hows work? Any sexy men? <3

Me: Hey handsome! Really really missing you too. Works cool, you’d LOVE it here- drama and hot men everywhere x<3x

I really wanted him away from Tampa and the assholes that used him and threw him away, so I was going to use everything that would appeal to him and hot men and drama were perfect.

Sexy T: Bitch! Get me photos ASAP lol <3

Laughing, I put my phone back down with a mental note to call him this weekend for a catchup and then remembered I hadn’t texted Isla so I shot her off a message making sure she was okay and asking if she needed anything. I’d decided to wear a pair of gray jersey pajamas downstairs because the bottoms almost look like workout pants with “Tweetie” written in bright yellow across my ass, and the top had a built in bra; comfortable and cute.
 

I got downstairs just as he was switching on the television and settling into my sectional. We’d done this a couple times already so he had his arm lifted and waiting for me to snuggle under.

“Feel better?”
 

My head had been on his chest listening to the soothing rhythm of his heart beat and every word he’d said had been vibrated against the side of my face which I realized that I liked a lot. Yes, I’d been in relationships before, but none of them had the natural ease that I had with Ren only a couple of weeks in.

“Yeah, what are we watching?” I took the chance to snuggle in even more and we both slipped down the sofa a bit more so that we were almost lying out on it.

“Fancy a movie?” He asked, absently flicking through the channels already, so I waved my hand in a have at it motion to him making him chuckle. I was relaxed after dinner and my shower and didn’t have it in me to do much more, which soon changed.
 
He’d put on Skyfall and Bond was heating it up on the screen with some female baddy, and I was struggling to focus on the screen.
 

As I moved my leg, in what I hoped looked like a casual position change, it brushed over his crotch, and I realized that I wasn’t the only one affected by our proximity and had to bite my lip when I felt how big he was. I know he’s a big man, but you hear so many stories about big guys and seriously small penis’s, and I hadn't expected him to be as big as what I’d just accidentally brushed against.
 

Feeling his eyes on me, I looked up at his mouth and had a mini panic about what it said about me if I moved forward first; would he think I was easy? Before I could come to a decision his mouth was on mine, and instead of the hard bruising kiss that my ex’s would have given me, his mouth was surprisingly soft against mine. Reaching up, I threaded my fingers through his hair and held his head so that he couldn’t back away from the kiss.

He shifted and rolled me onto my back, lying in the cradle of my pelvis with one long leg between mine and the other between my leg and the back of the couch. I took full advantage of the change in position and moved my other hand down his back, across his ass, and under his t-shirt. His skin was hot and soft, but underneath it was rock hard; it felt fantastic and I didn’t realize that I’d dug my nails in and dragged them down until he groaned into my mouth and ground his crotch against mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips and ground against him as he ground down into to me and then shifted onto one arm and lifted my top with his free hand. My arms lifted up and my top was disappeared over Ren’s shoulder as I moved my hands back under his t-shirt and started pulling it off. His torso went up as he took over removing it and tossed it in the same direction as mine, before lowering his naked chest against mine. He had some chest hair, but what little there was rubbed against my sensitive nipples making me moan and grind up against him again.

His free hand that had been cupping the side of my face moved slowly down my neck and across my collarbone, and I felt him smile against my mouth as goose bumps broke out in it’s trail. Cockiness like that in other guys would have had me freezing, but from Ren, I knew it was pleasure at the evidence of how much he affected me.
 

Running my hands up and down his back and feeling the muscles move and tighten under my fingers, I decided to go exploring myself, and moved one hand down the way pushing my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers until I could hold one ass cheek.
 

I was seriously lamenting the fact that I didn't have huge hands so that I could hold both at once when I felt how hard and perfect it was in my hand, but at that moment his finger reached my nipple and he started to gently rub around it at the same time as grinding against me and all thoughts just left the building. He had some calluses which made the pads of his fingers a little rough and the feeling of them gently circling around my nipple was driving me insane and I tore my mouth free and threw my head back at the same time as letting out a loud groan.
 

Ren took full advantage of this and kissed from my jaw, down my neck, until he reached the nipple that he’d been torturing and his tongue took over before he opened his mouth and sucked. He shifted his weight onto the hand that had been in action previously and then started to do the same thing to my other nipple. The feeling of him alternating between sucking
 
with hard tugs then soft flicks whilst he used his thumb on the other side and gently squeezed was too much. I’d never thought that my nipples were that sensitive, but then I’d never reacted to a male the way that I did with Ren; all of the sensations were too much and I acted without thinking. I took my hand off his head and pushed up on his left shoulder whilst lifting my right hip and dropping my left arm and leg so that we rolled over and I ended up on top.
 

“Jesus Maya” Ren panted, his eyes skimming over my body and his arms holding my hips.

I didn’t know how to put it into word because I’d never taken the lead before or felt this overwhelmed by a guy in my life, but I said what was in my head, “I need more.”

He looked up into my eyes, and whatever he saw there was the right thing because the next thing he’d pulled me back down to his mouth and his hand was now in my trousers, on my ass.
 
The difference was, his hand was almost big enough to hold both of my cheeks in it and he was sweeping it up and down whilst our tongues twirled around each other.
 

On one downward sweep, his long fingers skimmed over my core and he froze. Pulling away from my mouth he looked into my eyes as his finger started to rub around it gently, spreading my wetness around it. I couldn't stand it and shifted a bit causing his finger to go inside a fraction;
 
it wasn’t a lot, but the feeling was so fantastic that I whimpered. Ren moved his finger back out, and then slowly pushed it back in, all the while watching my face. Whatever look I had on my face must have been what he needed because his free hand gently pulled my mouth back down onto his and his finger pushed inside even further and I moaned into his mouth. Nothing had ever felt this good in my life and I doubt anything ever would again. As he pulled his finger back again, he added another one on the way back in and I couldn’t help clenching onto them and crying out. Ren suddenly flipped me onto my back the removed my bottoms and my panties.

“Is this okay?” He asked in the roughest voice I’d ever heard.
 
I nodded and looked down and saw the evidence of his hardness showing perfectly through his jeans. I’d felt it before, but seeing it…I wasn’t sure that he’d fit and had a mini panic; I heard a rumbled laugh coming from Ren who was watching my face while he swept my bottoms over my feet and must have seen the worry. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, but you were made for me.”
 

My shorts went in the same direction as our tops and then his rough hands were skimming up my legs, from my feet to where I really needed them the most. He sat on his heels, and still watching my face the whole time started to rub gently around my nub with his thumb whilst gently skimming his other hand up my stomach and then back down again.
 

I couldn’t stop the small movements that my hips were making as he varied the pressure of his finger, then he moved it down the way and pressed it into me. My back arched as I groaned embarrassingly loudly.
 
I hated those loud moany groany women who sounded like they were auditioning for porn and it had always sounded fake to me, but oh my God I couldn’t help it - even my panting was loud.