Forever Mine Box Set (BWWM, African American, Interracial,and Multicultural) (9 page)

I finally got rid of her. She knew then when I walked out of her room that she risk losing the money she received in the settlement. Clearly the young handsome man in his early twenties with a good body wasn’t with her for her youth or beauty, which was fading at this point, but he was there for the money and a lot of kinky sex.

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A
fter leaving Alecia, I decided to go to the home I shared with Matthew. It was the middle of the day and I needed extra clothes since I only took a few when I left. I was amazed at the lovely place I used to call home. On Thursday, I knew Matthew wouldn’t be around. I didn’t want to see him anyway at least not now. I prepared a note so I wouldn’t have to face him. Opening the door, I peeked into my beautifully furnished room and a wide foyer with a larger chandelier. I missed it, but I was still too angry to care anymore.

How could he be so fucking blind? Alecia was probably fucking around on him with younger men.

Glancing in the blue and white bowl setting on a table in the foyer, I saw that it was empty. If Matt was in, his keys and smartphone would be lying in the bowl with his wallet and a few dollars that he carried around. I dropped the note in the bowl, I took a deep breath, and walked slowly in the directions of Matt’s bedroom.

Alecia had caused our separation, with his help, and I couldn’t believe that he let her manipulate him into a confrontation with me over a phantom man. He socked Seth in the eye and I can’t forgive him for that. Matthew was so out of control.

Taking a large breath, I continue walking, my eyes roaming around thinking about how we used to lie around the fire naked on a rug. And he would suck my breasts and fondle me between my legs for hours, and how I would suck him until he come in my mouth. He was always shy about that until he realized how much I loved him. 

I didn’t hear anything and that was unusual. Where was the cook and housekeeper? The house was clean and tidy, all the little figurines Matt brought me from Hong Kong were dusted and sparkling inside the red Chinese cabinet. I knew I would miss seeing those beautiful things but most of all, I would miss Matthew.

There was no way we could make it when he allowed Alecia to take over our lives. I warned him about her, but he couldn’t see it because deep down he felt guilty about loving me when he was married to Alecia.

My intentions were to get my clothes and look at the bed that we made love in one more time before I said goodbye to him. Walking slowly and softly I crept through the living area and down the hall and opened the door. With his back to me, with a computer in front of him, he sat gazing out at the ocean. He felt my presences and turned with a jerk. His green eyes sad and unexpressive, and then realizing it was me, his eyes brightened, and the corner of his eyes lifted with his mouth into a wide smile.

“You came back to me, Amanda.” I didn’t know what to say. He surprised me. He stood, walking away from his desk. His eyes appraised me in silence. I couldn’t say anything. For a long time, he stood looking at me and me at him.

“You look so pretty, Amanda.” I still didn’t say a word. I just watched at his handsome face. He wore a small day old beard that sent heat rippling under my skin when I glanced at his face and moved down to his bare chest. He wore a pair of pajama bottoms clinging to his waist.

Matt moved close to me and I took a step back. “I’m so sorry about what I did to your friend. I was just so jealous of any man you were sleeping with.”

I began to laugh. “Don’t laugh. I know he’s close to your age. He’s a good-looking guy, and you were sick of me dealing with Alecia.”

“It’s not that. And yes, I was sick of the Alecia thing. I warned you about her and you didn’t believe me, that is what hurt the most.”

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I’ll step out of the way and let you have a man you deserve. You don’t deserve my left over life. A second hand life,” he said lowering his eyes. “You deserve to have a new life with a new man, and I’m not going to cause you any trouble. But I hope you know that I will forever love you, and you will always be my baby.”

I could tell that those were hard words to say and it was harder still to let go. I couldn’t let go and I don’t know how he could. “I’ll just get my clothes and let you do your work,” I said gazing at him, my eyes begging him don’t let me go.

We were standing a mile apart with the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the outside and our love crashing in the inside. Then he looked at me, and his voice cut through our silence, “I went to your job to see you and apologize for being an ass, and the bartender said you were fired. Did I do that?” He asked me.

“Yes you did,” I said looking up.

“I sent you a check to cover your expenses for school, rent, and everything you might need. I don’t want you to depend on anyone. I want to take care of you. I’ve always wanted to take care of you since the first time I saw you as a ten year old girl.” His voice a soft tender murmur.

“I appreciate that, and I will pay you back, but I need the money to go to the doctor.”

“Is anything wrong, Amanda?” Matt said with urgency in his voice, making a step closer to me.

“Nothing,” I hold my stomach. “It’s just that I’m... pregnant.” I finally tell him.

He walks close, bringing me to his arms and holding me tight. He’s cradling me in arms and my head rests on his chest.

“I wanted it to be me. I wanted to have children with you,” he says. I look up at him with a curious stare. Does he think I’m having a baby for someone else? Has he lost his mind? Doesn’t he know that I love him? I question his sad eyes. “If he doesn’t want to marry you I will...” I put my finger over his lips.

“You know my friend is angry with you and me. You gave him a black eye and he had to explain it to his husband.”

“His what?” It didn’t compute.

“His husband. He’s gay. You beat down a gay man. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” I tried to keep from laughing.

“Then who are you pregnant for?”

“Do you have to ask? You know you really are an ass,” I said to him, his eyes smoldering with him looking as sexy as any man can. Matthew gestured and tapped his chest. “Me.” I shook my head yes. “I’m going to be a father?” He reaches for my breasts.

“Do you mean that all this is mine?”

“For now.”

In a matter of minutes I forget what I came for. Matthew has me on the bed and he’s unbuttoning my pants and his hands are on my tee shirt. I’m almost naked. “I can do that,” I say to him, slapping his hand.

“But it’s much faster when I do it.” He’s smiling and striping my jeans off, pulling off my shoes, and socks, and raising my tee over my head. He’s breathing so loud I can’t tell if it’s the ocean waves crashing against the rocks or him.

Matthew is breathing against my breasts. His raw sensuous desire fills me. I open my legs and he looks up at me, “Is it ok for me to do this? I mean will it hurt my son?” He asks in a clear fragile voice.

At that moment my body spins out of control and I ache for him inside me. “I’ve been praying for this moment. Let me enjoy every part of you,” he says leaning over me, his eyes sparkling with shades of green under his long dark lashes. His eyes wander from my mouth down my neck stopping once to savior my nipples, and I know what he’s thinking by the way his tongue moves across his lips.

“I’m saving those for last.”

“You talk as if I’m on the menu.”

“But you are, baby. “I start here.” He’s pointing to my mouth. Then take a little taste here.” He trails his finger around my neck. Then I bite a little here and a little there.” He’s pointing to my shoulders, and with his finger he starts in the middle of my breasts but he never mentions them, and then he stops at my mound. “This is the next course.”

He bends and kisses me on my clit. “And my desert is for last,” he points to my breasts, they may not be mine for long, so I will have to get my fill of them when I can, but for now, this is the main course.” He puts his finger in my opening and then he kisses me between my legs.

I look down at him with his head between my legs holding me gently with both hands. I know now is not the time to mention Alecia but I do. “Did you clear up your business with Alecia?”

I’m glad he doesn’t know that I threatened her with bodily harm, and to make her a homeless person if she didn’t give up attacking me, and trying to swindle Matthew.

“All clear, baby, we won’t see her again,” he says confident it was he who got rid of her.  He pause for a moment. He’s sliding his tongue up and down my folds, momentarily stopping to suck my bud, and his tongue excitingly quickly stirs me to an orgasm.

“Not yet,” he whispers. “I don’t want this just yet. Let me enjoy it a little more,” he says to me. Matthew slows the movement of his tongue and I’m wet, drenched, and flowing. He feels me and knows instinctively that I can’t wait any longer because I’m at the edge of the cliff and I’m tumbling over. I grab his silky hair and tighten my hold on it. He appears to get pleasure from me gripping it because it’s then that his breathing goes wild. 

“I’m coming,” I shout. My body arches with my legs on his shoulders and his hands tighten around my butt and he brings my mound close to his face and his tongue is thumping every nerve on my clit. My legs tremble.

“I’m going to take it from you now,” he whispers and flicks his tongue, and I spill my juice. I manage to speak.

“You can’t take what has always been yours. I’m forever yours,” I say to him. My voice weak from the orgasm and anticipation of the next one. My body yielding from a searing need that had built up for months of not having him inside of me. 

“Forever mine,” he says back, as he moves his body over me, propping himself with his muscular arms, careful not to put his whole weight to rest on my stomach. I reach for his penis and help him guide it into my sex, and a moan of pleasure, which is low, and seductive escapes from his mouth settling on my neck.

He’s nipping my neck, and with each thrust of his hard penis entering my body, he whispers into my ear, it’s soft, it’s low, almost a murmur, “I love you.”

The End of Part 3 Forever Mine

Bonus Chapter next My Billionaire Werewolf

My Billionaire Werewolf

“I
will not be bullied by you...you... pretend wolf! There are places for people who think they are wolves and vampires,” I say to him breathless standing naked in front of him with one hand on my hip and the other pointing in his direction.

Kingsley doesn’t take me serious. Why should he? I’m no match for him. My threats are empty because I have just given and received scorching sex, sex that would make you surrender everything. 

He licks his lips, taking time for his tongue to make a full circle over the edges of his full mouth. His eyes are changing back to amber.

I play along with him for the moment. “Are you telling me that you are a wolf and you can eat me like in Little Red Riding Hood?”

“I’m saying I will eat you,” he says emphasizing
will,
“but it won’t be anything like that childish fairytale.” He sits up in bed and the corners of his mouth raise and I see a devilish smirk. There is a wicked gleam in his eyes and now he frightens and excites me at the same time.

I
t’s hectic trying to get through this San Francisco traffic. I waited until the last minute to get to the job I’ve only had for a few days. I know I’m late and I have to park my ten year old Volkswagen. A present I gave myself to celebrate my first job of the summer. I have one more semester of college and I’m done.

I drive around and around this parking lot and I can’t find a space. “Oh there’s one and it’s near the elevators,” I murmur. I park, hop out and close my door, and then my booklets and papers fall and scatter. I need them for my presentation.

I’m frantic because it cost me a few dollars, that I don’t have, and time to get them printed and bound. I want to look professional for the big boss. He’s driving in from his home in Lake Tahoe. I bet he will have a time driving through San Francisco in this traffic. But guys like that have limos to drive them around. They don’t waste their time shuffling through traffic like us peasants. Imagine that, he’s coming in just to see me make a fool of myself.

I lied on my resume. I wrote that I had experience in marketing. Yeah right. I worked at the Starbucks in Seattle for a month, and I recommended their latest flavor of coffee on my blog. One unsuspecting customer got it for free after I spilled the coffee all over him. I said that if he didn’t tell the manager, I would give him one free. That was the extent of my marketing.

I even had the balls to put on my resume that I owned my company and I was great at sales. Yeah right. I sold my old Dell computer on EBay for a few bucks. I needed the money to pay for this suit to get this job. I only have to hold this job for two months and when they find out that I’m an incompetent fraud, then I will have enough money to pay my rent, and complete my final semester in college.

All I have to do is get in on time and my friend Ryley will help me. But I can’t even do that because of the damn traffic. I check for the jump drive. It has fallen out of my purse and I bend down and it’s near the back wheel. I twist my arm down and around and retrieve it. “Thank god,” I mumble. When I stand, there is a car parked behind me. It looks expensive because I can’t recognize the emblem, it’s black and is a convertible. 

When I look at the car to give the driver the finger, and tell him to fuck off because it’s my space now, the asshole is blowing his horn and saying I’m in his parking space. He even has the nerves to put his window down, and I march up to him. “I got here first,” I say.

The most beautiful man driving that amazing car stares back at me and I say, “Why are you in such a hurry?” I scream at him. He doesn’t react. He stares at me with his dark blue eyes. “Don’t you have your own parking space? You look like you can afford it. Why are you harassing me over a little thing like a parking space? I don’t make the money you have with that expensive car. Can’t you see I’m late for work?” I’m upset because I’m late but it’s not his fault.