Giving You Forever (28 page)

I have to chuckle to myself. Though at times he can be overbearing, he’s incredibly thoughtful, always taking care of me.

Oh my god, where is my memory lately? Tonight we have our taste testing appointment.

Putting my phone away, I start walking to my next class early, needing to make a pit stop at the vending machine for some ginger ale and hard candy, hoping that they’ll work.

Oh crap!

Throwing my hair up into a ponytail, quickly touching up my make-up in the mirror, I pop a piece of gum in my mouth, cursing myself that I didn’t give myself enough time to brush my teeth–
I should really just keep a toothbrush in my purse now
–as I bolt out of the house and into my car to speed across town to make our appointment.

Of course, when I arrive there are no parking spots, so I park on the street, then run like a lunatic to the entrance of the hotel. As I get closer, I see Nolan standing outside, pacing and looking down at his watch. He spots me right away, making the few feet between us.

“Sweetheart, what’re you doing?” he observes me changing to a brisk walk, gasping for air like I’m a chain smoker.

“I…” taking a deep breath, “took a long nap after school, and woke up late then couldn’t find a spot to park, so had to park on the road.”

A smile tugs on the corner of his mouth.

“You should’ve just called. David’s in a meeting still, and I could’ve parked the car for you.”

Taking another deep breath and shrugging my shoulders, I answer, “Oh well.”

He wraps his one arm around my neck, pulling me into him, “I missed you today,” he whispers against my forehead before kissing it.

There’s no better feeling than snuggling into Nolan’s chest, inhaling his masculine scent that comforts me instantly, at the end of an exhausting day. It’s an immediate de-stressor and relaxant.

Wrapping my arms around his waist I respond, “I missed you too.”

“Mr. Pratt?” A woman peeks out the front entrance door and calls Nolan’s name, getting our attention. “David said he’s ready for you guys.” She smiles.

“Great, thank you,” Nolan responds as he releases me from his hold, lacing his hand with mine before we follow behind her.

“Alexa! How are you?” David greets me, walking into the ballroom where we are waiting for him. “And you must be Nolan,” he turns to Nolan, extending his hand.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you,” Nolan responds, shaking his hand.

“Here, have a seat,” David says, motioning to a table set up with some plates and silverware. “We’ve got a bunch of things for you guys to try, so please get comfortable.”

Once David turns, Nolan wiggles his eyebrows while rubbing the top of my leg with an amused grin.

“Excited much?” I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Hell yeah. I’ve barely eaten today and did an extra mile on the treadmill in between appointments, gearing up for this!” He rubs his hands together, excited.

“Alright. So first we’ll start with the hors d’oeuvres,” David interrupts, carrying out a tray of appetizers.

After tasting at least twenty different variations, we finally agree on seven before David begins to carry out the entrees. As soon as he places the first one in front of us, my stomach starts to turn, overwhelmed by the potent smell coming from the broccoli.

Has broccoli always smelled like this?

Not wanting to make a scene, I keep swallowing and taking sips of water, trying to push the nausea back down, but it’s not working. I know I’m going to be sick.

“Where’s the restroom?” I rudely interrupt David as he explains what’s on each dish.

Flustered by my intrusiveness, he points to a sign on the other end of the ballroom with a gold plaque reading
restrooms
on the front.

“Thank you,” I quickly stand, dropping my napkin on my chair, and walk as quickly as humanly possible in that direction.

– NOLAN –

Judging by the look of distaste on Alexa’s face, she must have had a “food aversion” to something on the plate. I read last night that this could happen. I stand as she practically runs to the bathroom, contemplating if I should follow. It pains me to see her go through this.

“Is she okay?” David asks with a confused as hell look on his face.

“Uh, yeah,” I tell him. “She’s, uh…” I pause, trying to think of the most logical reason I can think of, but only one stands out and slips off my tongue, “pregnant.”

Like a light bulb went off in his head, a smile replaces his confusion when he answers, “I see. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” I smile back, so thrilled to finally tell someone. It’s been on the tip of my tongue all day, wanting to tell everyone I encountered, praying that the next month or so fly by so I can tell the world.

Just as I start to walk in her direction, to make sure she’s okay, she exits with an adorable but embarrassed grin on her face.

“You okay?” I softly whisper in her ear when she comes up beside me, gently draping my arm around her waist.

With a tight smile, not wanting to elaborate, she whispers, “I’m fine,” before taking her seat.

“Here,” David reaches for the plate that caused the little break. “Let me get this one from you,” he smiles. “Probably was the broccoli. My sister had the same problem with it,” he adds with a wink.

Alexa turns to me with a peculiar look.

Shrugging my shoulders with a tight smirk, I confess. “I told him.”

“Nolan,” she rolls her eyes with an annoyed, but sweet ass grin.

“Well…”

“No worries,” David jumps in, saving my ass. “My lips are sealed.”

“What’cha doing?” Alexa asks, climbing on top of me and straddling my lap, definitely getting my attention.

“Just lookin’ up some stuff,” I respond, closing out the screen on my phone and resting it on the couch cushion beside me.

“You’re not looking at pregnancy dos and don’ts again, are you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer, dripping with sarcasm.

“Seriously?” She tries to act mad, but she isn’t. The fucking adorable smirk and sparkle in those damn emerald eyes give her away.

“What’re
you
doing?” I ask, pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulders on both sides, exposing her perfectly contoured shoulders, fearing that we have a daughter that looks just like her. Knowing what this sexy ass body does to me on a daily basis, I’d kill the fucker that looks at my princess the way I look at Alexa.

“Oh, I don’t know.” she starts unbuttoning my shirt. “I think my afternoon nap helped my exhaustion,” now pushing it back and down my arms.

“Really?” I question, licking my lips and cupping her hips with my hands, loving how fucking sexy she is right now.

“And, well, I’m worried I won’t fall asleep with all this energy,” she adds, gripping the hem of my undershirt then pulls it over my head.

“Yeah, no. That’s not good.” I run my hands underneath her black silk night gown, gripping her ass cheeks.

“Nope,” she breathes against my skin, running a trail of kisses over my chest, then up my neck, making my cock unbearably hard.

Oh, those fucking lips!

Once they finally meet mine, I’m done for, sliding my tongue inside her mouth while lifting her gown up the length of her body. Our mouths separate as I pull the silky soft number over her head, exposing her beautifully plump breasts.

Damn, they look bigger.

Cupping one in each hand…
oh yeah, nice and firm too!
I bring my mouth back to hers, hands loving on her new girls while my tongue moves fiercely in her mouth. With her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her hips rock erratically over my cock. You can tell it’s been awhile. I’m like a horny teenager needing to get it in.

Though, I’m loving the new twins, I slide my hands down her sides then start unbuckling my pants. Alexa lifts up just enough so that I can slip my pants and boxers down. As she sits back down, I slide my thumb underneath her panties, rubbing her clit, getting her wet.

“Oh baby,” she moans, her breathing getting progressively heavy as her movements become much quicker.

Gripping her hips, I lift them up slightly, holding her thong to the side with my thumb as I line her up before lowering her back over my cock.

“Oh fuck, doll,” I exhale, feeling like I’m fucking her for the first time, tight and unbelievably moist.