Giving You Forever (22 page)

Having enough, Alexa pushes my head further against her pussy, making my cock lift with excitement.

Fuck, she can be so hot.

I don’t hold back, swirling, licking, and sucking until her hips lunge up, shaking and spasming in a delicious orgasm. Using just my tongue to finish her off, I push my boxers down and off, needing some relief of my own.

As soon as she falls limp into the bed, I begin my journey, outlining the perfect shape of her body with my tongue. She sighs exhausted and relieved by the soothing wetness on her skin. There’s nothing about her body that doesn’t taste divine. I could just devour her all fucking day.

Reaching her breasts, I take my time on each, and she watches as I do. Nothing turns me on more than seeing the affect that my mouth and body has over her… especially when she watches.

Oh fuck, how I love it when she watches.

Continuing, I slide my tongue in between her tits, up her neck, over her chin, then inside of her cracked and panting mouth. Just as my tongue finds hers, my cock slides in, warranting another pleasured moan from her sweet beautiful mouth. Resting my arms on each side of her head, I let my love for her pour out, wrapping and caressing her tongue with mine while moving slowly and effortlessly in and out of her opening.

Feeling the intensity rising, Alexa wraps her silk-skinned legs around my waist while digging her perfect little fingers into my back, causing a fierce flame to burn throughout my veins, quickening my pace.

“Yes…oh baby, yes!” she cries out, throwing her head back further into the pillows, separating our mouths.

My head drops into the fold of her neck, panting while pushing deeper and deeper into her core. Her cries grow louder, yelling and pleading my name, making my heart swell and my cock harden.

Ah fuck!

Harder and faster I pump, throwing my head back, searching for every last ounce of fucking energy that’s left inside my body, filling her as deep as I can go. I start to crumble just as she clenches hard around my cock, pulsing and squeezing every last bit of pure ecstasy from my being, pushing me over the edge.

Shit…shit, it feels so good!

Completely drained and exhausted, I fall lifeless on top of her body, catching my breath and filling my lungs back up with oxygen. Alexa does the same, panting for air beneath me.

“That…” I begin between heavy breaths, lifting my head to see her, “was amazing.”

Nodding her head with a pleasured grin, she agrees, “Mmhmm.”

I chuckle with how fucking cute she looks, so fulfilled and happy. These are the moments that fill my insides with so much love. These are the moments I cherish the most.

Looking at me, she smiles, “What? What’s so funny?”

Smiling and softly laughing some more, I shake my head, “Nothing, baby doll. I just love you so fucking much.”

– ALEXA –

Nolan slides a little to my side, but with his naked body still draped over mine. We don’t speak, just lay lovingly in each other’s arms as I run my fingers through his hair and he caresses my arm with his thumb.

“I really hope they have rules,” he says out of nowhere.

“Who?” I question, having no clue what he’s talking about.

“Angels.”

A smile tugs on my lips, realizing that he’s daydreaming about his parents and daughter again.

“Why do you say that?” I ask.

“Cause it’d be a little fricken awkward thinkin’ that my mom, dad, and kid are watching me fuck you. They gotta have some kind of code.”

An amused chuckle escapes my mouth. Only Nolan would think this.

“God, I
hope
so,” I agree, thinking about it.

Moving up onto his elbows, he looks at me with an adorable grin.

“Right? It’d be fucked up if they didn’t.”

“Definitely. They have to have some kind of rule for it.”

Chapter Eighteen

– ALEXA –

After showering together and finally getting ready for the day, we decide to get a bite to eat at the café down the street.

“I’m gonna go find a seat,” I tell Nolan while he waits for our order to come up.

Stopping by the soda station and condiment bar I fill our cups with iced tea, grab some napkins and straws, then search for an open table. Finally finding one towards the back and in the corner, my phone chimes with a text.

Crap! I should’ve messaged Jamie that I was taking the day off. He’s probably going crazy by himself.

With a smirk already covering my face, knowing that it’s probably some hilarious, snarky remark he wrote, my expression completely changes when I see who it’s from.

Meg.

I quickly look around, making sure Nolan isn’t coming, but he’s still waiting in line. Clueless.

Not wanting to ruin our day, I immediately open it up, eager to see what it has to say before Nolan returns with our food.

I sigh with mixed emotions.

“Who ya talkin’ to?” Nolan cheerfully asks, resting our tray of food on top of the table.

I jump, startled, looking up at him in shock, wondering what I should tell him.

“It’s, uh…”

Quickly his expression changes, taking the phone from my hands.

“Fucking bitch!” he shouts when he sees her name at the top of my screen.

“Nolan, please,” I try to silence him, looking around, making sure he hasn’t offended anyone around us with his language.

Although you can already see the rage seeping off his skin, he respects my wishes, keeping his volume down and taking the seat in front of me.

“How many times do I have to tell her to stay the fuck away?” he continues in a more reasonable tone.

With a tight frown I answer, “She just wanted to fill me in, that’s all.”

“Are you defending her?” he asks.

“No! Not at all,” I’m quick to answer. “She did an awful thing and doesn’t deserve any of your respect. I’m totally with you on that…”

Relieved with my answer, his shoulders drop, and his expression changes back to normal.

“She was just confirming everything was still good to go before leaving us alone.”

“I swear to fucking God. If she ever—”

“Babe,” I cut him off, leaning over the table and resting my hand over his. “She’s not going to do anything more. She gets it.”

Though I barely know her, the small amount of time I spent with her proved her innocence. I believe that she was an awful person back in the day and did a really crappy thing, but from what I can see and tell, she cleaned up–made something of herself, just as he did. I trust that she’ll hold true to her word, and I believe that her intentions all this time were good.

Licking his lips and running his free hand through his hair, he takes a deep breath before saying, “I can never forgive her. She’s the devil in my eyes.”

Curling my lips into a smile, relieved that it wasn’t so hard to bring his temperature back down to normal, I tell him, “I know, and you don’t have to. Just don’t let it consume you.”

Flipping his hand over so that’s it’s holding mine, he rubs his thumb over the top.

“You’re pretty special, you know that?” Nolan tells me, eyes sparkling with adoration.

I just smile in return while my heart nearly explodes with emotion.

“You ground me. No one has ever been able to do that.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I struggle to keep a straight face when answering, “You’re just a stubborn son of a bitch that needs a little ass whooping every once in a while.”

Bursting out in laughter, his head falls backs, completely amused with my statement.

“You just swore twice in one sentence! Fuck, I’m rubbing off on you,” he jokes, still slightly laughing.

I accomplished exactly what I intended–making him laugh and smile, washing his brain clear of Margo.

“So, what now, Mr. Pratt?” I ask, holding his hand while we exit the café.

“I was thinking we could do a little ring shopping?” he says with a raised eyebrow and a sweet smirk.

My eyes open wide with excitement.

“Really? For our wedding bands?”

“Uh huh.” He raises my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.

Biting down on my lower lip, I withhold the need to squeal like a girl, but
ahh!
I’m so excited. I can’t deny the fact that I’ve spent hours on top of hours surfing the internet over the past couple of years, seeing which bands looked best with my engagement ring.

Once in the car and able to speak without squealing, I ask which stores are we going to.

He turns his head towards me, answering, “I figured we’d start with the jeweler that designed your ring.”

Sighing, I answer, “Perfect.”