Love Me Some You: A Complete Novel (13 page)

However, my bedroom door quickly opened and Forrest entered back inside the room.

“I thought you had work to do Forrest?”

I watched as he started removing his shorts, then his boxers, revealing that...
Oh Lord... Still so big.

“Fuck work,” he said, his arousal for me clearly in his sexy, deep voice. “Ain’t no way I’ma let you use that plastic shit to replace this boss ass D.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at him after hearing him say that. He started walking towards me, and lifted me up on my feet, wrapping my legs around his back. I could feel his big dick poking me down below. Oh God. He leaned into my lips, kissing them hungrily, slowly leading us out my bedroom.

Where were we going? I thought we were having sex on my bed.

I pulled back from his lips. “Forrest, where are we going? The bed’s in my room.”

“Who said we were having sex on your bed this time?”

“Where then, baby?” I leaned into his neck, inhaling his sweet masculine scent. He smelt so good all the time.

“The kitchen.”

“You’re so bad Forrest!” I grinned at him, latching my lips back on to his thick lips, feeling him unhook my bra strap.

My bad boy, Forrest Tucker.

~ 18 ~

~ Forrest ~

“Babe, do I look cute or nah?”

“Yeah... without that fucking bra.”

“Forrest!” she smirked at me, before pulling her t-shirt down, covering those big breasts of hers that I loved to play with so much.

“What time is your photoshoot?” I asked her, watching as she opened her wardrobe and reached on the top shelf for her heels.

“It’s at one. I’m supposed to be there at 12:45 though.”

I turned my head to look at the black clock hanging on her peach bedroom wall. It was now 11:45. She had exactly an hour, which meant she had plenty of time.

“Well you’ve still got plenty of time baby. So come back to bed...”

“No Forrest. We were up all night last night; you’ve worn me out.”

“Really? You didn’t sound worn out last night on the kitchen counter,” I teased her. She thought she was slick. I knew exactly why she made me distracted yesterday which resulted in me getting no work done.

“Hmm, only because of what you were doing to me,” she said, placing her sexy black heels on her feet.

I got up from her bed and walked towards her. “Did you enjoy what I did to you last night, baby?” She nodded as I grabbed hold of her slim waist. “Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, but not now, Forrest. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She quickly gave me a peck on my lips and before I knew it, she had her Louis Vuitton bag in her hands, and she was gone.

Leaving me all by myself.

I had work to do today too. I had about five new clients who wanted me to be their new personal trainer. Three females and two males.

One thing I’ve learnt, never mix business with pleasure. Sure, there’s some fine ass females who want to be trained by a professional like me, but I’m not about to lose the best relationship I’ve had all year because of a female that wants me to fuck her brains out.

First female client I had to train at the gym today was named Zarah. I was just hoping I could finish this session early and go meet Jess at her photo shoot. I had a mini surprise for her tonight.

Being with her makes me so happy. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before in my life. She’s amazing and knows how to make me feel good, with or without sex. I remembered when I was talking to mama about her.

“So is it serious?”

“We just started going out but yeah, it’s getting serious, Mama.”

“Does she make you happy, Forrest?”

“She does, Mama. I have a great time with her. I feel like I can talk to her about anything in the world. She’s so special to me. She’s different than any other woman I’ve been with. I’m glad you met her Mom, because I think I’m going to be with her for a long time.”

That was the honest truth. At this moment in time, there was no other woman that I wanted to be with more than Jess. Making love to her every night is a feeling that I can’t even describe. It’s just perfect.

Just like her.

~ Jessica ~

“Monique! Yes, I just finished my third shoot of the day... Yeah I’ve got one more to go... Seriously?... Do you know when you’re thinking of coming back?... Okay... Well, I’ve got to go get dressed for my next shoot... Yeah I’ll talk to you soon...”

During my next shoot, all I kept thinking about was what Monique had revealed to me on the phone. She was thinking of making her way back to LA in a few months. Was I ready to tell her about Forrest and I?

No.

I kept thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Monique might make me choose between her and Forrest. Who would I choose?

I have no fucking clue.

Probably Monique. She’s been with me since the very beginning. I couldn’t just choose a male over her. Even though this male is someone I care about very much and wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with.

Hopefully, I could think of a way to tell Monique.

After my photo shoot, I went straight to my dressing room only to see my man sitting comfortably on my purple sofa, surrounded by a dozen red roses.

At first I thought I was hallucinating, because of the amount of red I was seeing. But, when I saw the look of happiness on Forrest’s handsome face, I knew this was no dream.

“Oh my gosh! Forrest!” I couldn’t believe it. This man.

He had to tread carefully to me, so that he wouldn’t crush any roses. “Do yo-” I didn’t even give him the chance to speak properly, all I did was jump in to his arms and kiss him passionately.

A dozen roses? I’ve never had this in my entire life. Only Lord knows what I’m going to do with them... I’ll probably just have to keep them here.

“Awww baby, I love it. Thank you!”

“You we-” Again, I didn’t give him the chance to finish what he wanted to say, I just pressed my lips back on to his.

Of course, me being the freak of the century I was willing to have a full sex session here in my dressing room, with all these roses around. However, there were two problems.

No condoms.

Forrest had prepared a special meal for me back at home.

Once in front of my apartment door, Forrest blindfolded me with his hands, making sure that I wouldn’t be able to take a peek at anything.

“You sure you can’t see anything right baby?”

“Yes Forrest...”

“Good...” I felt Forrest remove his hands from my eyes. “You can open your eyes now, baby.”

More roses were scattered everywhere. My curtains closed. Candles burning. Slow jams playing. The beautiful smell of freshly cooked food. A table for two. A big bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.

Was my man trying to seduce me?

He led me to my seat, pulling out my chair like a true gentleman. We first said grace together, holding hands over the food. Then we were ready to eat.

“You cooked this?” I questioned him, looking down at the well-cooked herb roasted chicken and risotto that sat on my plate.

“Every single bit,” he smiled at me, revealing those pearly whites of his.

“Wow... I can’t lie... I’m impressed, baby.” I licked my lips, grabbing my fork and knife, ready to eat.

Forrest was such a charmer. He knew all the things to say and do to make me one happy lady. I was glad that he was my man.

“How was your day today, baby?” he asked me, taking a large bite of his risotto.

“It was good... I spoke to Monique today,” I told him.

“Really? How is she?”

“She’s good. She’s thinking of coming back in a few months’ time.” I wanted to see how he was going to react to me not telling her about him and I yet. But, I didn’t want to start trouble between Forrest and I, so I changed the subject. “How was your day?”

“It was great. I finally trained my first client today.”

“Oh that’s good. How did it go?”

“I enjoyed it a lot. My client was a female and she did everything I asked.”

Wait... What?
She?

Okay, there’s no need for me to start getting worked up over a female client that Forrest has, right? He’s a grown man. He makes his own decisions. She’s just a client who he happens to train.

“That’s good. Anymore clients this week?”

“Yeah... Two males.” Oh Thank God. “And two females.” For the love of peace and tranquility. What? Two more females.

“Okay,” I said, looking back down at my plate of food. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t want Forrest training no females. I know how thirsty chicks get over personal trainers. Hot personal trainers like my man Forrest. He’ll be training them shirtless too, so all they’ll be looking at are his beautiful abs and those bulging muscles.

Fuck no!

“Baby, is something wrong?” Forrest reached out for my hand across the table.

“No,” I snapped, moving my hands away from his reach.

“Are you sure?” he asked me, clearly concerned at why my emotions had suddenly changed.

I should just tell him how I feel, instead of keeping it bottled up inside. “I don’t like you training females, Forrest.”

“Why?”

“I know how girls who get trained by personal trainers become, Forrest. They’ll be all over you.” I looked up at him, no longer feeling the need to eat.

“But who says I’ll be all over them?” He too dropped his cutlery and looked up at me.

“Forrest, you have to be all over them because you’re training them.” Was he seriously trying to take me for a fool right now?

“Wait, so you’re saying I’ll be all over them, as in lusting over them?” He raised one brow up at me.

“No, but... You’ll just have to touch them and make sure they’re doing the right exercise.” He would have to touch them and that would get them overly excited, having my hot, muscular man touching them.

“Just because I’ll be touching them doesn’t mean I’ll want to do something to them,” he said, leaning back further into his chair.

“That’s what you think,” I mumbled quietly.

“Oh, so you don’t trust me, Jess?” he questioned me. He was starting to get on my nerves.

“I never said that.”

“But it’s obvious you don’t if you think I won’t be able to control myself around female clients. So yo-”

“I’m not about to have an argument with you, Forrest,” I interrupted him and got up out of my chair.

“You’re so stubborn,” he snapped at me.

“Fuck off,” I said, picking up my plate of leftover food and taking it over to the kitchen.

“No, I won’t fuck off, Jess! How are we supposed to be in a relationship if you don’t trust me?” he asked me, picking up his plate and following me to the kitchen.

I kept silent. It wasn’t like I didn’t trust him. I just didn’t trust him around his female clients.

“Jess?” He watched as I put my plate of leftover food in the fridge and got out a bottle of water.

“I don’t trust you around your female clients Forrest, okay?” He wanted my honesty, and that’s what he got.

“I don’t believe this bullshit, Jess.”

“Believe what you want. I’m going to my room,” I said, walking past him.

“No you’re not, Jess. We’re going to sit down and talk about this,” he said, grabbing my arm so that I couldn’t leave him.

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it, Forrest! I told you how I feel.” I shook his hand off my arm and gave him a dirty look before walking out the kitchen.

“You’ve said that you don’t trust me around female clients, which basically tells me that you don’t trust me at all!”

“I never said I didn’t trust you at all Fo- You know what, forget this shit!” I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

I didn’t want to shout. I didn’t want to argue. I just wanted peace, quiet and sexual intercourse. Forrest had got me all fired up and I needed to release my energy somehow. But fuck that. I was just going to have to fall asleep.

I stripped out of all my clothes and got under my purple covers.

Forrest opened my door and walked straight in, ignoring me. I tightly closed my eyes and stayed still.

I felt the bed dip low as Forrest got in beside me.

We both kept silent for about five minutes. I didn’t want to wake up tomorrow and still be on bad terms with my man.

I slowly turned around only to see Forrest on his iPhone, playing piano tiles. He was absolutely addicted to that game, especially when he’s trying to take his mind off something.

I moved closer to him and placed one hand on his naked shoulder. “Baby... I’m sorry.”

He kept silent and continued to play on his phone. That was until I snatched his phone out his hands and tucked it underneath my pillow.

“Give me back my phone, Jess,” he said, in a low, sad tone.

“No... You’ll just have to get it yourself.” I turned away from him and closed my eyes.

It didn’t take long for Forrest to attempt to get his phone back. I felt him pull my covers off my body, only resulting in my naked body to be revealed.

“I’m not playing with you, girl, give me my pho... Shit.” I knew that being naked turned Forrest on. It doesn’t matter what mood he was in; he’d still be turned on.

I still had my back towards him, but he could see my ass poking out at him.

“Turn around, Jess.”

I did as he wanted. I turned to face him and still saw how annoyed he was with me.

“Give me my phone,” he demanded quietly, expecting me to do what he wanted. I knew he was trying his hardest not to stare at my breasts but he was failing.

“No.”

Forrest wasn’t having me not giving him back his phone, so he moved his big hand behind me and started searching for it.

He had no clue where it was.

“It’s not behind me, so stop trying, Forrest,” I said to him, enjoying the feel of having his hand touch my behind. His hand kept stroking my butt, as he felt around for his phone. I couldn’t help but gently moan.

“Oh, so you’re enjoying me touching you?” Forrest whispered to me, before using his hand to smack my ass, hard.