Page 15 of Promise Me Forever
What started as desperate, nearly bruising pressure quicky shifts to intoxicating. Toren pulls my lower lip between his teeth, a playful nip that makes me gasp and causes him to deepen the kiss further. I chase after him, never wanting this moment to end.
When he pulls back, it isn’t because he wants to, but because we both need air to breathe. Still, we stay locked in our embrace, my forehead meeting his, our chests heaving, and our bodies a ruined mess.
“That certainly changes things. It changes everything, cherry. Not letting you go. Not now, not ever.”
“Yeah, it most certainly does,” I agree, a small smile tipping my lips. Toren returns one of his own, and I’m once again caught in his magnetic hold.
13
Toren
“Are you sure you’re good with this? I don’t want you signing a contract just because you want to be with me. I’m kind of a sure thing as it is, you know,” Indy says with a wink. Breakfast was messy. It was also so goddamn beautiful, the beating thing in my chest aches. The way she fell apart for me, the look in her eyes, and realizing I had everything right in the palm of my hands, fuck yeah, this is what my friends have and what I’m going after.
“Cherry, give me the damn pen. I’m more than happy with it. You realize what Miranda is giving me as payment is damn near a house here in Florida.” It might be a fixer upper or a starter home, but it’s a hell of a lot more than most artists have offered to them. At least that’s what Jett told me when I asked her to look over the paperwork Indy sent me last night. I could have gone to Matthew, a lawyer friend in town, but figured the contract was pretty cut and dry. Jett confirmed it and let out a low whistle while reading over it. She’ll also get a sizable bonus or raise, whatever she chooses. Hell, without my cousin, the majority of this wouldn’t be possible. I damn sure couldn’t make a living off it.
“Really? Maybe I need to look at relocating,” she mutters, sliding the pen my way. The kitchen is clean, I’ve got on a pair of jeans, and Indy managed to tame her hair after I’ve had myhands all in it. Kind of wish she’d left that alone. Also wish I’d taken the time to get her completely naked. Rookie fucking mistake.
“Wouldn’t be opposed to that, cherry.” I sign on the dotted line, then push the paper and pen back her way. She glances at me, and I give her a subtle nod.
“Yeah, then again, where’s the nearest art gallery?” Indy poses a great question, one that I don’t have the answer to. As far as I know, there isn’t one in this county.
“Got no idea. Might not be a bad idea to look into it, though, either. Jett would know; she travels more in those circles. I’m what she likes to callthe artist. Truth is, I just like to create my art; the other stuff is just that, stuff.” I’m not a hobnobber, don’t want to get or be involved in a three-ring circus. Until the woman in front of me reeled me, hook, line, and fucking sinker.
“I might have to look into it. Seattle is nice and all, but so is Florida.” Glad I’m not the only one willing to think about the future.
“I’d like to think so. Pretty sure I’ll like Seattle as well.” Her eyes catch mine.
“Are we doing this, really? Like the part where we uproot ourselves from across the country, plan about a life together, and feel the exact same way?” Yeah, no work is getting done today. Not when I give her the answer we both know is the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
“Fuck yeah, we are. We might not have said the words, but you know as well as I do, when you know, you know. The chemistry is off the charts. Feel it in my dick and in my heart.” Indy snorts, and I let out a laugh of my own. Done with her being across from me and not in my arms, I move to where my woman is. My hands go to her hips, a place where they belong, on her, in her, and everything in between. “Might not have said the words. More of an action man. Think you’re seeing that now.Today, you’ll check out of the bed and breakfast, spend the night here, work from here while I do the same thing. We’ll get up tomorrow, load the trailer, and get on the road. And before you put up an argument about this happening too fast and all that other shit, I’ll let you see the proof tomorrow. Got two friends who new within minutes of meeting their woman. Locke had a head start since he is Jace’s best friend. Either way, you’ll see it, and we’ve got four straight days to get to know one another, and I’ll make sure to verbalize every single word I’m feeling.” She’s yet to respond, so I add more, “I’m in this, not halfway. You’re not someone I can walk away from.” Indy doesn’t breathe and she damn sure doesn’t move, either. What she does is keep her eyes on mine.
“It’s you,” I reiterate.
“Toren...” Her voice is heavy, loaded, and I pray to fuck it’s not because of hesitation. I don’t let her finish. My hand cups her jaw, holding there as my gaze searches hers for a half a second, and when she doesn’t pull away…
That’s all I fucking need.
No hesitation, no distance, and zero restraint. My mouth collides with hers with controlled urgency. I’m not rushing and I’m not holding back. Indy’s hands land on my chest as she leans into me, and I’m pulled into her vortex. Our kiss deepens, intensifies, and every second is layered with me wanting more. My tongue tastes her, all of her. Indy’s soft purrs and the way she kisses me back that much harder, she more than earns the low, surprised sound that’s ripped from my chest. My grip tightens, pulling her until there’s not a breath of air between us. She chases my tongue, giving as good as she gets, and just like every other time my mouth is on hers, we lose all track of time.
“There’s no going halfway with me, cherry,” I murmur against her lips when our kiss slows down. “You should know that.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t want halfway.” That does it. Eight words, grounding me the way a grounding rod pulls every wild surge of electricity down into something steady and safe, anchoring me to the only place I don’t feel like I might burn out.
“Taking you to the bedroom. We’ve got some celebrating to do.” She climbs me like a pole, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I walk us to the first available flat surface, which so happens to be the couch. I let her slide down the length of my body, pulling at her tank top once she’s on her feet. Her hands do the same to my shirt, tugging and pulling. She lifts her arms, and I do the same. By the time I’m flipping the clasp to her bra, she’s attacking the button of my jeans. In a matter of seconds, we’re standing there, eyes locked on the others, completely fucking naked.
“Toren.” My hands go back to her hips, where they seem to gravitate toward the most. Their lush curves, her soft belly, and gorgeous tits.
“Knew they’d be cherry, just like your lips.” I watch as she inhales then slowly exhales. Her flesh comes to life, skin turning a pink hue, nipples tightening, and then my gaze travels down the length of her body, landing between her legs, on her bare pussy that’s glistening fucking wet. “See that I was right.”
I crowd her space, lift her up, and place her on the back of the couch. My cock glides along her slit, coming away with her wetness and causing her breath to hitch.
“Please,” she purrs like a kitten.
“Hands on my shoulders. Stay still. And, cherry?” We haven’t talked about birth control or condoms, and I don’t have shit for condoms readily available.
“Toren, I swear to god, I can’t handle much more.” The head of my dick gains entrance, her cunt pulses, and I have to grit my goddamn teeth to keep from losing my shit.
“I give you more, it’s gonna be with my bare cock and my cum planted inside you, Indy.” I groan, biting the inside of my cheek, looking down at where we’re connected. The lips of her pussy are snug around my dick. She’s fucking tight and milking me with each breath she takes.
