Forever Mine by Goode, Ella (uplifting books for women .TXT) 📗

my fingers, galloping toward the orgasm that is banging at the door of her brain.

I stab my tongue inside of her mouth, wanting nothing more than to be tasting her cunt, sucking her juices straight from the well. Silently, I urge her on. Baby, come for me. Fuck my fingers until you come. Ride me. Use me. Fuck me.

Behind the denim, my cock strains for release. He wants to be where my fingers are. He wants to be wet with her honeyed liquid. Blood pounds in my ears. Yeah, reach for it. It’s right there. I’ve got you. I’m here for you. Don’t be scared, baby. This is good. It’s all good.

She gasps loudly and breaks the seal between our mouths. “Wyatt!” she cries.

“Yeah, baby. I got you. Just fuck my hand.” I slam my fingers inside of her, pressing the pads of my fingertips over and over that small patch as I suck on her earlobes, scraping my teeth along her arched throat. We haven’t removed her shirt, so I’m stuck with sucking her nipples through her sweater and bra, but I don’t care, and she doesn’t seem to either.

She comes with a shout and a shudder. Her back arches and her fingernails dig into my wrist, where she clutches me in place. I keep whispering encouragement. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. You’re an angel. Keep going, baby. Ride it. Ride it.”

I give one last thrust and then remain still as she allows the ecstasy to crash over her, carrying her away. I brush my lips against her cheek and forehead and nose before slowly pulling out. Her juice coats my fingers and hand.

I bring the digits to my mouth and taste her. Heaven. I can’t wait until it’s my mouth between her legs instead of my fingers. Once we’re married, I’ll be having her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“So about the wedding. What time next Saturday?”

Lucy makes a weird sound and scoots off the bed. “I’m going to the bathroom. Please leave before I come out.”

I watch like a dumbass with my fingers in my mouth as she disappears inside her tiny bathroom at the end of the studio apartment. The door closes, and I jump up to my feet. At the sink, I wash off my hands before knocking on the door. “Why would I be going anywhere?”

“Please, Wyatt, if you have any soft feelings for me, leave now,” comes the soft reply.

My cock says no. My cock says break down the fucking door, rip off her clothes, take her up against the tile wall until she’s weak, and then just carry her to a nearby justice of the peace. But I can’t because my heart is full of soft feelings for her and she sounds broken up in there.

“I wouldn’t have touched you if I thought you didn’t want it,” I say quietly.

“I know.”

Tension spreads across my shoulders. I hate this. “I’m leaving. Take care of yourself, Lucy Loo.”

She doesn’t reply, not even to the cutesy nickname that usually elicits a punch in the shoulder or a groan of dismay. There’s only silence on the other side of the wall.

With the scent of her still on my fingers, I show myself out of the studio apartment. In the hallway, I lean against the wall and replay the scene that took place inside. I kissed her first, but she kissed me back. I stuck my hand up her dress and shoved my fingers up her drenched cunt, and she let me. She rode my hand as I finger-fucked her. She was there with me every step. I have the fingernail indents on my wrist to prove it. Yet...she’s now locked herself in her bathroom, and she won’t say more than a couple words to me. She’s already regretting the intimacy. Tomorrow she’s probably going to send me another list.

I drag a heavy hand down my face. What the hell am I going to do?

Chapter Eight Lucy

Normally getting lost in my work takes my mind off the rest of the world. Unfortunately, it’s not working this time. This night can’t come to an end soon enough for me. The only thing I want to do is go home and wallow in my feelings. I’d been pissy with Wyatt about giving me the cold shoulder for a few days, and now I am doing the same thing to him.

“We're short a bartender,” Meghan says with a look of panic on her face.

“It’s a Wednesday night. It’s fine. Pull one off the main bar to work on the smaller one or ask one of the servers if they have bar experience so we can have them step in if need be.” Crap. I probably just jinxed us.

“Right.” She spins around, taking off to do as I say. I walk around the space, making sure everything is as it should be. It’s only a cocktail party in celebration of an engagement. It’s a small, intimate event, but I still want to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.

It seems as though there have been more engagements booked than usual lately. It’s a constant reminder of what’s going on with Wyatt. I try to push those thoughts to the back of my mind, but I know they won’t stay there for long. It’s always that way when it comes to him.

My biggest fear is the day I see Wyatt’s name on one of these invitations. I don’t even know how I’ll deal with that. Before the other night I had settled on him being with someone else. That was before he gave me the best orgasm of my life. Now that I’ve had a taste of him, I know that I’ll never be able to see him marry another woman.

I know it’s only a matter of time before his uncle forces his hand. And when he does he’ll want to go all out. I don’t blame Wyatt for wanting to take over the firm. His uncle is going