Forever Love (16 page)

His hand abandons the strap and comes the bottom of my back, moving upwards to the clasp of my bra as his mouth comes down on mine once more. One handed, he skillfully undoes the clasp and eases the item away from my heaving chest as I lean up from my side to get my other arm free. He looks from my face to my chest, his pupils dilating even more.

"You're the most gorgeous thing in this entire world, you also mean the most to me."

I blink away the wetness that is building in my eyes at his sweet words. Words that nobody has ever said to me before, words that hit me right at my very core and make my heart jump. I pull him towards me, my hand round the back of his neck and I'm the one now doing the plundering. My tongue touching every available space in his mouth.

Noahs hard body rolls onto mine and instead of feeling claustrophobic and trapped as I would with anyone else, I feel completely and utterly safe and protected. Like he's standing between me and the rest of the world. I can almost feel that final barrier coming down, letting him in the whole way. I could cry at the relief I feel, the relief of not being alone, of not being a one woman army. I don’t know whether I can completely trust it but in this moment, it's just me and Noah. Nobody can ruin this moment, not the Bitch, not Tommy fucking Benson.

"My Liv." He says, pulling his face away from mine and tucking my hair behind my ear.

I ease my hand down, past his stomach towards his erection. I gently take hold of it through the thin fabric of his boxers, causing him to take a ragged breath in.

"Are you sure?"

I answer his question with a hard kiss, running my hand under the waistband of his boxers of his underwear. His eyes squint shut at the first skin to skin contact, he's so smooth. He quickly sits back onto his knees as he looks down my body with a lust that causes a blush to creep up. I don’t think I've ever blushed as much as I do with this guy. Grabbing my panties with both hands, he drags them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. I bring my hands down to cover myself before he grabs them with both of his.

"Don’t. Don’t hide yourself from me." I pull my hands away and lie them above my head.

I take this first opportunity to take him in fully. The hard plains of his stomach, his thick thighs and finally his hardness, standing tall and proud as it fucking should. It's pretty impressive. I shoot him a smirk which he returns, cocky bastard. It breaks the tension of the moment as I try to stifle the laugh threatening to erupt. Thatd be a surefire way to ruin the moment.

He leans over me, still smiling and that smile erases the nervousness I'm feeling. This guy irrevocably owns my heart, there's no way to deny it.

I rub my thumb over the tip of his shaft, rubbing the wetness from the tip down his length, causing a hiss to escape his mouth. He pulls my hand away.

"You're gonna make me embarrass myself." He says with a nervous laugh.

The thought that I can affect him so much has me flying high and feeling so damn good about myself. He gently kisses the corner my mouth, then proceeds to trails little butterfly kisses over my chin and down my neck. He stops and inhales deeply.

"You smell so good, you have no idea how utterly perfect you are."

Noah carries on kissing down my chest until he comes to my tightly budded nipple, he looks up to me, directly into my eyes as he takes it into his mouth. I arch my back at the sensation of his tongue there. He gently nips it then continues to suck, my fingers running through his silky hair.

The feel of his tongue on my skin sends pleasure down to my core, causing me to writhe in need. I pull him off and his face up to mine.

"I need you inside me now."

What I can only describe as a growl escapes his mouth as he brings his long fingers to my clit, I gasp at the contact as his fingers rub in a circular motion. Little spikes of pleasure run through me, enhanced my the look in his eyes as they stare into mine. I bite into my lip and grab onto the sheets as the pleasure in me builds and builds.

"Noah." I whisper. "Please."

"What do you need?" There's a look of satisfaction on his face, satisfaction at being able to bring me to the edge.

Everything feels more intense with Noah, more personal.

"I need you inside me."

He takes his hands away and I almost cry from the loss of his expert fingers before I notice him taking hold of his erection. I cover his hand with my much smaller one and direct him to where I need him. He stops just at the entrance, his eyes widening.

"Shit, don’t ask me to wear a condom, I need to feel you completely. I've never not used one before and I'm completely clean."

His words touch me strangely. It warms me that he wants to do something he's never done before, with me. Though I'm a little nervous since I've never not used one before.

"Im clean too." I nod my head and a bright smiles breaks out across his face.

He slowly enters me.

"Aaaah, fuck Liv, you're so tight." I breathe out what I'm sure is a sigh of relief.

I can feel him slowly pushing deeper inside me and it's nothing like I've felt before. This isn't having sex, this isnt fucking or banging. This is making love, pure and beautiful love. I feel his hands come to my back as he sits up bringing me with him, I wrap my legs around his body and he slowly lifts me up and drops me down.

"Fuck, I'm never fucking leaving here babe, you feel so good. "

He pulls my head up with his one hand from the crook of his neck.

"You're mine. I'm never letting you go, not ever."

I can only nod.

"Say it." He says, still lifting me up and down penetrating me deep inside.

"I'm yours." I say in a breathy gasp.

The room is filled with our moans and heavy breathing. The pleasure continues to grow and I grip onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He quickens his pace as stars flash in my eyes and I unravel on a broken cry of his name.

I feel his fingers digging into my hips, he's close and I squeeze and tense my inner walls, massaging him.

"Fuuuuuccckkkk." I can feel him pulsating inside me, his warmness filling me up as I struggle to catch my breath.

We're both breathing heavily, a light sheen of sweat covering our naked bodies. I lightly kiss his lips and he gently lowers me back onto my back and lies over me, careful to keep his weight from crushing me. He nuzzles into my neck and drops to my side, wrapping his strong arms around me.

"I love you Liv. You're mine, I'm never letting you go"

I don’t reply, just grab his face and crush my lips against his in a hot and desperate kiss that I hope relays the message back. There's no denying I'm his, I just hope that when he learns the whole truth, he won't take back the promise of never letting me go because I don’t think I could survive losing Noah and that scares the hell out of me.

Chapter 18

Noah

She didn't say it back, the look in her eyes though told me all I need to know. Liv may not be ready to admit that she loves me but I know that she does. If I'm wrong and she doesn’t, well that’s just too fucking bad because it makes no difference to me, she's mine and that ain't ever gonna change. Sure, I was a little disappointed but the high I was on from just finally being inside of her was too strong. Fuck, she felt amazing, looked amazing. I didn’t plan on any of it but the sight of her in her lacy underwear made me hard as a rock and I don’t know what I would have done if she denied me. As soon as I slipped under the covers and felt her close to me, warm skin and lace, fuck I could barely control myself.

Since it seems that I had to share a room and one of those fancy ass beds with my knucklehead brother, Chase was more than happy to have the bed to himself. Damn kid didn’t even ask where I was gonna sleep. Liv had to practically throw me out of her room this morning after having her twice more, parents be damned. She'd get all sleepy and cute and Id get hard as a rock all over again.

Ok, it was definitely a bad idea thinking about that shit while sitting at the breakfast table with our parents. Think of something totally not sexy Noah. At least Livs not down yet, it'd be impossible to make my boy go down then.

"So what are you guys gonna be up to today while we're at the hospital." Phil says while spearing a rasher of bacon into his mouth.

"I thought Liv wasn’t going to the hospital." I say.

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

"Oh she's going, no way am I going there by myself. Better buckle up because World War three is about to break out when I tell her."

At that moment, Liv comes flouncing into the dining room. The tight ass ripped skinny jeans and white off the shoulder top ruining any chance of my boner going down. Just knowing what's underneath, the soft skin, damn I'm nearly drooling.

"Morning." She says, giving me a coy smile.

All kinds of thoughts are going through my head, like how we could sneak away so I could have her again.

"Morning sweetie. Sleep well?" Phil asks, nearly causing me to splutter up my coffee.

"Oh yeah. The rooms amazing and that bed, its dreamy."

The bed. Oh shit, all the things we did on that bed, her under me on that bed, her on top of me on that bed. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about it before I jizz in my pants.

"What's the plan today then?" Liv says, picking up a piece of toast from the pile in the middle of the table.

"Well, we're going to the hospital, Pam and the boys are going exploring, right dear?"

"Yes, the boys have never been here so I'm gonna get a a bunch of tourist pamphlets out of reception and see what takes our fancy."

"I'm not going to the hospital, I thought we already agreed on this. You wanna go see her, go by yourself."

"Liv, you're going and that’s that."

"Dad, No. I'm. Not."

"If I have to wrestle you into the car to get you there, I will. We don’t have to stay long, just check in and make our presence known and then you can go see your friends."

"Good luck with that whole wrestling idea."

"Listen." Phil reaches into his back pocket and pulls his wallet out. "What's it gonna cost me to get you to the hospital without a fuss."

Liv smiles a cat ate the canary smile.

"The new Diane Von Furstenberg purse aaaannnddd some new shoes to replace the ones the rat defecatied in."

"Done."

"Hey, I'll come to the hospital if I get a new Turtle Beach headset for my Xbox." Chase pipes in.

"Yeah, Dad, can't go leaving anyone out. Noah, anything you want?"

"Some Nike Air Jordan threes should do it." I say, smiling at Phil as my Mom tries to stifle her laughter.

"How is it that I'm down nearly a thousand bucks just to get you to a damn hospital to see your Mother?" Phil says, putting his wallet away.

"Its called negotiation, Dad."

"Is that what they're teaching you kids in school these days? No wonder the world's going to hell." He shakes his head.

It's good to see Liv get on so well with her Dad, even if it causes that same familiar pang my chest because it reminds me of my own father. No one could ever replace my Dad, not for me and Chase and not for my Mom either. Phil seems to have fitted in though, he doesn’t try to be replacement, he just knows. I suppose that comes from having his own kid, he wouldn’t want someone trying to muscle in and become her new Dad so he's never tried that shit with us. He makes my Mom happy and that’s all that matters. Hell, when my Dad first died I never thought id see her smile again. She kept going of course, tried to hide the breakdowns she was having behind closed doors but I knew. Back then I spent most of my time scared shitless for my Mom, worrying that we were about to lose another parent and trying to shield Chase from what was going on around us. Then one day, she just started smiling again, not a full beam, everything's hunky dory smile, just a little one. Every day she started getting better and better, moving on and instead of feeling resentful like most kids do, I was just happy to have my Mom back. She sat us down one day, about two years after my Dad had passed and told us that she'd met someone. She didn’t try to force him on us or anything, just told us that he made her happy, asked if we'd be ok with it and that whenever we felt we were ready we could meet him.

Now here we are, one big happy fucking family. Yeah, except I'm fucking my stepsister behind closed doors. It's like something out of a movie or some shit. A couple of months ago I was Noah Travers, quarterback, resident player, the perfect catch. Now, I'm Noah Travers, the other half of Liv Preston, I love it. There's no competition, I don’t miss my old life whatsoever, and it is my old life. I'm not the same since meeting her, my whole world revolves around her, my every thought is of her. I see the difference in her as well. Granted I didn’t really know Liv well before we got together but she seems completely different to the girl I saw standing in my living room all those weeks ago.

A beeping noise distracts me from my thoughts and I look around the room to see where its come from. Liv reaches into the satchel she walked in with and looks at her phone for two seconds before looking up. She gives me a sweet smile on seeing me staring at her, fuck I've really gotta stop doing that.

"Trina just text, her Mom wants to know if you'd like to go round for dinner tomorrow night."

Phil looks to my Mom with his eyebrows quirked.

"What do you think Pam?"

"I think it's very nice of her to offer and if it's no trouble then yes. I'd love to meet the woman who's actually met Sylvester in person. Oh, do you think she'd show me the picture she took with him, Liv?"

"Erm sure, I don’t see why not. She pretty much gets it out and shows it to everyone that comes to the house anyway."

My Mom gives an excited clap of her hands that causes me to roll my eyes. Damn Sylvester Stallone, fucking bane of my life.

***

"Right we'll meet up after going to the hospital, do you need dropping off anywhere?" Phil asks.

"No sweetie, we're taking Noah's car, you go ahead before Liv bolts."

My Mom definitely has a point, Liv looks as if she's itching to do a runner. I walk over to where she's leaning against the outside wall of the hotel. She's far enough away from everyone else that we can have a conversation without fear of being overheard. Her heads leaning back and her eyes are closed and I take a moment to take her all in. Fuck, I'm one lucky son of a bitch.

"You ok? You want me to come with you? I can come up with some excuse." I ask, completely willing to do just that.

She opens her gorgeous blue eyes to me and smiles, she looks tired, I shouldn’t have kept her up all night. Who am I kidding? I loved keeping her up all night.

"I'll be fine, just a quick in and out. It'll be over before I know it. Hey, at least if she causes me to go postal on her ass, shes already in the hospital."

There's my girl.

"God, I wanna kiss you right now. I don’t think the parental unit would be too jazzed about me grabbing you in the street though."

"Or anywhere for that matter."

"That too." I shrug

"Well, you'll just have to control yourself then, won't you? If you must know, id love nothing more than for you to kiss right now too."

She starts biting her damn lip, which in turn gets me hard. I'm gonna have to write her a list or something of the things she shouldn’t do in public. One of these days someone's eyes are gonna stray and they're gonna get the shock of their fucking lives.

"Noah, about last night. It was-"

"Amazing," I interrupt, I don’t like where this could be going and I don’t wanna lose my shit with our parents just a couple of feet away.

She lets out a breath of air and looks relieved. Is she worried? I don’t know what the hell goes through girls heads concerning this shit.

"I don’t regret it, Liv. It was hads down the best night of my life."

A smile breaks out, lighting up her whole face. She's got the most beautiful smile and its even more beautiful because I'm the one that put it there.

"It was. Just making sure."

"Hey, you’re the skittish one in this relationship, not me. Don’t ever doubt me babe, never doubt us. I've told you how I feel and I understand that your hesitant to be so open but this is it for me."

"Damn you for saying that when I can't kiss you. You really are perfect Noah Travers."

"As are you Liv Preston, now get going. Sooner you go, sooner you can get back and I can get you vertical, preferably in a bed but anywhere'll do."

"You sweet talker." She clutches at her heart and pretends to swoon, smartass.

I watch her walk over to the others, her hips swaying in those damn jeans. I need to invest in some sweatpants for her, some that are like three sizes too big, cant have every asshole having a view of my girls ass, and what an ass it is. She gives me a quick look over her shoulders, sending a wink my way.

Fuck, shes gonna be the death of me, better go and take another shower, preferably a very cold one.