Beginning with Forever (20 page)

Now I’m left with one huge dilemma,
what am I going to do after this month ends? With her flawless academic background, Lily can easily transfer to Harvard without a doubt in my mind. In fact, Dean Filmore owes me a few favors which I will cash in if I need to. My annual Hodgkin’s Lymphoma Charity Yacht function in Chicago will be the perfect place for me to discreetly introduce them to each other. Once he meets and speaks with her, he’ll concur that she’s Harvard material. After that, I’ll convince her to move back to Boston with me, so I can selfishly have her in my bed every night. My mind runs a non-ending marathon as I continue to plan our life together. I climb back into bed and wrap my arms around her body, keeping her as close to me as possible.

D
ear god, my body aches, and all my muscles are sore. Who would’ve guessed that sex could be such an intensive workout? Carson was right to have warned me last night. My lips are tender to the slightest touch of my finger tips and my nipples are beyond sensitive, but I feel incredibly blissful. I turn my head to my right and see a perfect, pink, lotus blossom on his pillow. Once again, Mr. Bright-and-Early Carson isn’t here in bed with me. I brush the cool petals across my lips and inhale their fruity, sweet scent, amazed that he’s effortlessly charming all the time. I’m falling for him in the worst way.

I
throw the covers off me, climb out of bed, and see small traces of blood on the sheet, evidence of my virginity. Realization hits me instantly, my purity is gone. I’ve given it away, hopefully to a man who’ll eventually love me. I yank the stained sheet off the bed and coincidentally, my white dress with the red sash comes with it. If he had foreseen the analogy between them, my dress is a significant clue from him to me for how our evening would end. There I go overanalyzing again. I shake my crazy thought, grab the sheet and rinse off the stain in the sink.

I spot his white
, linen shirt from last night on the floor, scoop it up and slide it on. Now let’s see what my inexhaustible lover is up to so early in the morning. As I walk further down the hallway, I hear thumping sounds of his feet rapidly pounding and running on an accelerating treadmill. My head peeks into the state of the art workout room and see his sexy body, dripping with hot, sultry sweat. He’s shirtless with running shorts on. His muscle tone and physique are Greek god-like. Even though I’ve had an exceedingly satisfying evening, my greedy insides still yearn for more. I want him again regardless of how sore I am. Uh-oh, I’m caught. He looks directly at me, dead in the eyes, coercing me to come over to him with his alluring, index finger. He stops the treadmill and walks towards me. I’m breathless as I take in his raw, virile, musk scent. He grabs my hand, leads me to a tall glass window, showing me a remarkable view of tranquil blue water.

“
Good morning, beautiful. My shirt never looked this sexy on me. Did you sleep well last night?” He leans into my tender swollen lips and gently kisses them. I can taste the saltiness of his sweat, but it doesn’t bother me. Normally, perspiration would gross me out, but it’s different with him—everything is different with him.

“I did, how about you?
I missed you this morning.” I tell him in disappointment. For once, I just wish he would stay in bed with me, so I can wake up in his arms.

“
I couldn’t sleep last night. You gave me such a priceless gift. How will I ever be able to give you anything equal in return? Why didn’t you tell me, Lil?” His tone saddens, his eyes scurry away from me.

I’m assuming he saw my blood
stain on his sheet this morning. “I didn’t think it would change anything between us.” I defend my decision of not making a big deal about my virginity even though it is to me.

“But it does, Lily. I’m guilty of taking something you’ve saved all these years for your Mr.
Happy Ending. How do you know I’m him?” He shifts his eyes back to mine, searching for forgiveness.

“I believe you are
him, Carson. Please don’t spoil our morning with this kind of talk. I don’t regret anything we did last night. In fact, I enjoyed every minute of it.” I’ll be damned if I let him blame himself for something we both consented to doing.

“
I promise you that your gift is already securely sealed in my heart,” he reassures me, grasping the nape of my neck to bring our foreheads together. Our lips meet, and my insides are once more yearning for him. He lifts me up so my legs are wrapped around his wiry waist. Gently, he presses my back against a tall glass window, allowing me to feel the coolness against my naked bottom. “You don’t know how wild you drive me,” he utters in his deep, commanding voice. “I want you again, but the fragile look on your face tells me you’re still suffering from last night.”

I run my fingers through
his hair, pulling him into my lips. “I would hurt more if you don’t take me now. I need you, too,” I gasp and watch our heated passion reflect off the surrounding mirrors. He’s ultra-gentle with me, remembering that I’m more delicate this morning. His strokes are deep, penetrating, but tender. There’s something mesmerizing about watching your own reflection or even better, the reflection of a man who exudes sex and perfection. My eyes attentively explore his defined back side as he thrusts waves of bliss into my core and discover one tiny imperfection on his body, a faded scar on his left hip. My curiosity begs me to inquire the origin of it, but the timing is all wrong. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of opportunities later on when I’m not pinned against a window, being pleasured until I fall apart under his will.

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The food smells are welcoming to me since I’m famished. The last of my energy was zapped out of me in the workout room, but I have no complaints. I could eat a whole cow right now, figuratively speaking. Carson insisted that I drape a terrycloth robe around me before entering the dining room. Thankfully, I listened because there’s a stranger cooking in the kitchen, wearing a professional white toque on his head as well as a chef’s uniform and a name tag on his chest. He has beautiful dark features and a round midsection, indicating to me that his cooking skills should be impressive.

“This is
Chef Calvino. He’s really the one responsible for last night’s delicious dinner,” Carson confesses his secret with a simper, not really telling me something I don’t already know.

“I knew it.” I
glance at Carson and turn to address our visitor, “Hello Chef Calvino. I’m Lillian, thank you for your delicious food.”

“No problem, Miss.
It’s my pleasure,” he replies with a heavy Italian accent and then resumes cooking our breakfast. I just love his accent.

Carson is surprised
when I down two whole servings of frittatas, fresh fruits and a tall glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. “I must’ve worked up someone’s appetite with a long night of love making,” he teases me.

“
Shh, Chef Calvino can hear you,” I whisper, embarrassed and guilty at the same time.

“Let him.
I’m not ashamed of people knowing how happy you make me.” I give him a heart-warming smile, feeling the exact same way.

After breakfast, we jump into the shower
with the intent of washing off our fervent night of carnality. However, with the fusion of hot water and Carson’s irresistible, warm skin touching my body, it’s impossible for me to curb my appetite for him. I coax myself to agree to just one more time until tonight. I take his arms and circle them around my waist, so my back is nuzzled against his chest. It doesn’t take much to stimulate Carson. His breathing is already altered, more labored. He presses my front against the glass wall while kissing along my back side, grabs his erection and thrusts it inside me. Oh god, it’s so deep. I bite down on my lower lip, trying to hold my whimper in, but couldn’t. My cries feed his hunger. He laces his fingers through mine and secures my hands in front of me while sliding his rod in and out of me. His hardness fills me, massaging my tender velvet walls.

“Lil
y, you feel so good,” he mumbles, softly nipping my shoulder, trying to hold back his aching urge to climax until I reach mine. He frees my right hand to stimulate my clit with his fingers. I can’t hold on much longer. All he needs is to hear my loud moans to know that I’m climaxing, dissolving under his control. “Carson…ah.” He pulls himself out and pumps his hot fluid down my lower back and bottom, completing his climax with his hand.

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you, Carson
,” I exhale, falling back against his hammering chest. I didn’t expect to spend my entire weekend with him inside me, but I can’t imagine it any other way now that I know what a Carson-induced orgasm feels like. “I think we both need a power nap. I’ve drained every last drop of energy out of you.” My aching, exhausted body begs me to give up.

“
A nap sounds good, but you’re wrong about draining me, Lily. I have an endless supply for you,” he clarifies, suggesting there’s more to come.

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The nap was definitely what I needed, replenishing me with energy I depleted last night and this morning. This is a first; Carson is still knocked-out. I do my best not to disturb his sleep by skillfully untangling my body from his arms and legs, spider wrapping around me as I quietly sneak out of bed.

I pull out my cell phone
to call my two best friends via three-way to share the most spectacular night of my life with them. “Holy laughing Buddha! Belle, Emi, I finally did it! He’s the happy ending in all my romance movies,” I excitedly, but quietly yell into the phone.

“Holy shit
Lil, I can’t believe you finally did it! How was it? Are you hurting? My first time sucked. It didn’t feel good at all because he didn’t know what the hell he was doing.” Belle’s voice is always high pitched and shrieking when she’s excited.

“Bell
e, you were with a teenage boy, and Lily is with an experienced man,” Emma differentiates our situations. “You are satisfied aren’t you, Lily?” she worriedly confirms.

“Emi
, you can say that I was satisfied at least five times already since last night,” I boast, trying to contain my excitement, so I wouldn’t wake Carson up.

“OMG
eez, I’m jealous!” they both scream in unison, sharing my high with me. “What’s he like?” Emma wants details of his physique and looks. She’s all about that, being an aspiring model.

“His name is Carson Bradley. He has gorgeous
, green eyes, a sexy, dimpled smile and a killer body. He’s ten years older than me. Don’t you two dare say anything about his age,” I warn them before they can attack me with their concerns.

“Where’s he from? What
does he do for a living? What’s he doing in St. Croix?” Emma immediately interrogates me, and it doesn’t surprise me. In ranking from most to least responsible, it’s me, Emma and then Belle. The difference between us is Emma isn’t extreme like me. She dates and enjoys relationships like normal young women.

“I can’t go into too much detail right now.
” I lower my voice to a whisper. “He’s sleeping around the corner and might wake up any minute.” I dodge their questions, feeling ashamed that I don’t have any answers for them or myself. “I miss you guys. The distance is driving me crazy. Why can’t we be closer?” I whine about being far away like I always do, attempting to change the subject.

“
I miss you, too. The distance sucks ass,” Belle complains. “Hurry up and finish your schooling, so we can all move to the big city and live it up.” This was Belle’s plan from eighth grade for the three of us after we graduate from college.

“Yeah
, Lil, hurry up, so we can be together again,” Emma chimes in. She’s never been really thrilled about Belle’s plan. Emma is more of a small town girl who wants to get married and have kids as soon as possible.

“
Don’t tell my mom, but I might try to come home for Christmas to surprise her and see you guys. I saved one of my scholarship checks for a plane ticket home. Talking to her once a week is not enough. I just miss the three of you so much that I can scream.” I spoil my surprise to them sooner than I want to. I was planning on telling them around the end of November. “Remember, mum’s the word,” I remind them again.

“You’re secret is safe with us
,” they reply in unison.

“
I have to go now, but keep me posted via emails and Facebook. Love you guys.” I attempt to end our call.

“Lil, be careful and be safe. You’re too far away for Em
i and me to help you kick some asshole’s ass,” Belle advises me, making me giggle. “I second that,” Emma adds.

“I will. Hop
e to see you both in December. Bye.” I swipe the screen to end the call. For the first time in my life, I sound like a bubbly, young girl, crushing over a boy or in this case, a matured and experienced man. The thought of it makes me giggle again and smile ridiculously to myself.

“What’s so funny?”
His deep masculine voice startles me, interrupting my little crushing moment. Carson is awake. I crank my head around to see his well-rested, handsome face. My heart stalls a beat, admiring his hotness as he stands butt-naked behind my chair. Oh crap, I wonder how much of my conversation he’s heard. I immediately feel embarrassed and panicked.

“How long have you been standing there, Mr. Eavesdropper?”
I’m wondering if he heard my entire conversation.