Holding His Forever (7 page)

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.

“
J
ust 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.

W
hen 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!

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

C
opyright
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Edited by
Aquila Editing

Cover Photo by
Sara Eirew
 

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F
or all the
awkward girls that think they’re alone.

You’re not.

<3

“
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.

“Grr. Where are these stupid keys?” I mumble to myself, digging deeper into my seemingly bottomless bag.

“Front left pocket.”

I roll my eyes, only because Elle isn’t here to see it. I can hear the smug tone in her voice. I reach into the front left pocket and pull out my keys.

“It’s creepy when you do that.”

“No, what’s creepy is the stalker who seems to only be getting worse.” I hear the worry in her voice. I’d probably be the same way if this was directed at her. But a stalker for me just seems strange. If anyone should be stalked, it’s her. Some of the letters she would get when her modeling career was in full swing went from weird— like wanting to shave off all their hair and send it to her—to crazy, men offering her the world if they married her. Even telling her they wouldn’t make her sign a prenup. You should see the way men get all dreamy eyed around her. It’s actually kind of funny. How they follow her around like lost puppies with no brain. I’ve seen firsthand the smartest of men go utterly dumb in her presence. I’ve worked with some of the most intelligent, gifted men in America, but when Elle would show up to drop something off for me, they’d go from brilliant to incapable of putting a sentence together.

I insert my key in the door, turn it, and the alarm to my condo starts to sound. I hit the disarm button on my keychain before dropping the keys back into my bag, not into my left front pocket. Just a little rebellion because Elle can’t see me.

“Okay. I’ll meet with someone.” I give in easily because there really isn’t much of a choice. Fighting Elle on something she wants is like fighting a brick wall. It’s better to spend your energy elsewhere.

I flip the lock back in place and turn, hitting a concrete wall of a man.

“Good, he’s already there,” I hear Elle say as my eyes travel up and up an endless span of chest. Up, up, up, until my eyes finally land on a hard face with a clenched jaw.

I blow my hair out of my face, trying to get a better look at him. Jesus. He’s hot in that oh-my-God-he-could-crush-me way. Wait, is that hot?

It’s then I realize he has his hands locked on my shoulders, holding me in place. I likely would have landed on my ass as hard as I ran into him if he hadn’t grabbed me. My body presses against his, and I watch his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath, like he’s breathing me in.

His arms release me, and one hand goes to the glasses on my face, fixing them.

“What’s he made of? Concrete and sex?” I whisper into the phone like the man in front of me can’t hear me. He has the words “Hart Security” on his chest. I watch as he takes two steps back from me.

“Is he hot?” my sister asks, seeming to have perked up at my words.

“
Hot
is putting it mildly.”

The man in front of me narrows his eyes as they travel down my body. I’m short, with lots of curves, and for the first time in my life, I wonder if a man likes what he sees when looking at me. My sister always gets the male attention. This isn’t new to me, nor does it bother me. It is what it is.

It’s how it's always been. She’s tall, blonde, and has the bluest eyes. She’s also skinny as hell, even though she could out-eat me. I’m the complete opposite. Short, lots of curves, with brown hair and eyes. I tend to blend in. I actually enjoy this since I’m not the best conversationalist. I have this problem where I have no mouth-to-brain filter, and that seems to make others uncomfortable. I’ve seen Elle cringe on occasion from the things that have slipped out of my mouth. It doesn’t bother me like it seems to everyone else, though.

Just like Mr. Sex here, who has already taken a few steps back from me.

“Wow. He’s got to be amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call someone hot.”

My stomach flutters at her words. They ring true. No, I don’t think I can ever recall a time when I thought a man was hot. Symmetrical, maybe, but he definitely isn’t that. His nose looks like it’s been broken a time or two and a small scar runs across his right cheek.

I wonder if he has more. I take a step towards him, wondering if he’ll let me see. I have no idea why I have the need to know if he has more. It doesn’t make sense. I always have a reason for doing things and thinking things.

“Do you have more scars? Can I see them?”

I hear his intake of breath, and then Elle bursts into giggles.

“Did you just imply you wanted him to get naked?” Elle says through laughter.

The man in front of me clenches his fists, and I wonder if this is another one of those times I’m making someone uncomfortable again.

“I…” I pause to think about it for a second. I didn’t think about him having to undress for me to see more of him, but now I like the idea. I lick my lips.

“Let me talk to him,” Elle says, still giggling.

I clench the phone in my hand for a second before I pull it from my ear. I’m thankful she isn’t here in person, and I instantly feel guilty for that thought. I love my sister, but the idea of her getting this man’s attention, a man I don’t even know, bothers me. That can’t be normal.

I hit speakerphone and let her know she’s good to go.

“Mr. Hart, it’s Elle. We talked on the phone this morning. I just wanted to thank you again for taking the job personally and not handing it off to someone else. I’m told you’re the best.”

“Ms. Barber, the security here is shit. I got in past the alarms completely unnoticed. The doorman didn’t even give me a second look.” His eyes lock on mine again for the first time since I was plastered to his body. “Furthermore, your sister seems to have no fucking problem with a man she doesn’t even know standing in her home.”

The last bit comes out in a yell and makes my eyes widen.

“I’ll call you back.” I click the end button on the phone screen before narrowing my eyes at Mr. Hulk-man over there. Where the Hulk turns green and gets all giant, this guy seems to go all red and appear even larger than his massive self.

“Listen here, Hulk. You can take your incredible body and vacate my home. I won’t be needing your services.”

My face warms a little at the word
services
.

He takes two steps towards me, crowding my space, a space he didn’t seem to want any part of a little while ago. He lowers himself so we’re nose to nose.

“Sorry, cupcake. Contract’s signed. You’re mine.”