FORREST
“THERE’S NO such thing as just sex for you, Forrest! You know that. You don’t just screw around. You are not the type of man who sleeps around because if you are, we probably slept together a long time ago.”
I held her hand. My hope skyrocketed. “What did you just say?”
She lifted her gaze full of pain, and my heart sunk to my stomach that I was the cause of it. “I like you since— well, since. Never mind. It doesn’t matter anymore. I know I am not your type. Until now I can’t find the right answer as to why we ended up in bed. We both are two different persons, Forrest, yet it doesn’t matter to me. It’s just, what is happening between us feels right, and it feels anything less than perfect when I am with you.”
Heat radiated through my chest to hear her admission. “I know because I feel the same, Megan. Why do you think I am still here after you shoved right into my face that you had nothing to do with me anymore?” I sighed and held her hand tightly when she wanted to pull it from my grip. I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. I tentatively raised my hand to cup her face and trace my finger on her cheek. Then a tear fell. Jesus Christ! “Please, forgive me.”
My heart hit a tailspin when her lips started to part. “I missed you. I missed us together. When I was with you, I thought that was all I wanted. I want us, Megan. God knew how much I wanted to be honest with you, but I wasn’t sure if you could or would accept me—accept who really I am.”
She wiped a single tear that fell on her cheek. “I don’t care who you are for as long as you are honest with me.”
“I will do my best.” When the word best left my mouth, I cupped the back of her head and captured her lips. I took the gasp of surprise slipped from her mouth. I kissed her like I meant it and showed her how much I missed her, how much I wanted her, and how much I needed her.
Tomorrow, I wasn’t sure if I could still feel her lips on mine or if I got a chance to see this beautiful creature again. Tonight, at least, I was able to show her how much she meant to me. And that would be enough for now.
“I missed you,” I said between kisses. “So much.” Kissed. “It fucking hurts that I hurt you.” Kissed. “I want you, Megan.” Kissed. “I need you.” Kissed. “Please, accept me.”
“You just missed your cock inside me.”
Fuck, she was right. “Such a dirty mouth, but I do miss the feeling of being inside you. Every damn day.” I was already hard, my dick straining inside my pants. “My cock just knows what’s good for him.”
What I wasn’t expecting was her grabbing my hand as she opened another door. “We need to talk.”
“I know.”
***
I found myself on top of her, thrusting harder as deep as I could get into her sweet and the warmth of her pussy while we were both catching our breaths, our body damped with our sweat, our moans mingled, our souls merged, our body perfectly fitted as we made love like it was our last night together.
For a while, I pushed all my worries aside. I needed her to own my mind, my body, my soul, and my heart at this moment.
“I know how it feels, Megan. It feels perfect.” I smashed my mouth into hers as I claimed her with another consuming kiss, and brutally plunged hard as we both were catching our impending orgasms.
She screamed my name every thrust I did. It had my heartbeat accelerated and had the fire in my veins urged me to quicken my face.
“You are perfect,” she said breathlessly. She nearly ripped my heart out earlier, and right now, she was making me feel I was the luckiest man on earth.
“I am not, Megan but we are perfect for each other,” I whispered, my heart swelled with so many raw emotions, and the next thing I knew I was lowering down to close my mouth to hers and suck her deep.
My senses were in chaos as I watched her drowning in pleasure. My blood charged right to my balls that I nearly knocked off down when she clamped around my cock, shuddered, bucked underneath me, and dug her fingernails against my skin. Her eyes were bright wide as the force of release shot through her.
“Oh, yes.” A soft little purr escaped her mouth.
She was beautiful.
“You are stunning.” Never a time she didn’t take my breath away up to this very moment.
My muscles tensed. My heart nearly exploded in my chest as I came hard so powerful that I collapsed on top of her while losing in ecstasy.
We lax.
“When was the last time you slept with her?” Her fingers were running through my hair.
Groaning, I buried my face between the mound of her breasts. “I am still inside you, and you just spoil this moment.”
“You said it yourself that you needed me, and you wanted me to accept you, then prove it to me, Forrest.”
“Are you sure you wanna hear this?”
“When? Last night? This morning? Before you came over?”
“Three months ago, but trust me, it was just sex.”
“You kept saying that.”
“It’s me being honest.”
“So, you were like fuck buddies, huh?”
“Something like that. We’re open. She’s having sex with any man she likes, and so do I.”
“You never had sex since then?”
I lifted my head, meeting her gaze. Her eyes glittered with pain. “Yes, Megan. I never had a sex partner as well. Other than her.”
“Why?” She frowned.
“Okay, I had sex if you’d consider a couple of one-night stands. It’s because I couldn’t escape.”
“I get it, you’re just a man.” I could feel the irritation seeping through her veins, and her eyes must be rolling right now.
“I guess I trust Meadow more than those women I just met.”
“Really, you never had sex in three months?”
“Megan.” I groaned. “Actually, I like this woman, and I’ve been indulging myself with sexual fantasy with her for years, but she didn’t like me the way I did.” I lifted myself and lied down beside her. I pulled her into my arms and pressed a kiss on top of her head.
“Um, do you still like her?” Her hesitation and innocent query made me want to squeeze her and tell her about this woman.
I played along. “Who, Meadow? Nah.”
“No. This woman you like.”
“Yes. Very much.” I inwardly smiled at her reaction. Megan instantly went rigid and was probably holding her breath. I could feel her heartbeat against my skin—at least, we both had the same rhythm.
I was waiting for her to throw me out of her bed, it didn’t happen though.
“She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She has this dirty mouth, but I find her remarkably sexy. Every time I saw her, I felt like I was driving myself insane with lust, desire, and jealousy. And she just blew my mind a moment ago.”
“You seem to have a thing with letter M,” relaxed, she said with a laugh.
“You don’t wanna know my mother’s name.”
She lifted her gaze, amused. “Try me.”
“It’s Myra.”
“You’re kidding.” Her lips spread into a wide grin, and I kissed her to shut it.
“Nope.”
“She’s British, isn’t she?”
“She is.”
“Wait. I’ve been dying to ask you this. What exactly do you do for a living besides bartending?”
“I know someone back in college. His name is Bill, and we are currently working on something.”
“Is it legal?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ever go to college?”
“MIT.”
Her eyes went wide. “Whoa! Slow down. MIT? And you choose to work below your pay grade, why? Gosh, you’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met.”
“So I’ve been told. Bartending is just a hobby. I love mixing drinks.” It reminds me of Father.
“I have to admit, it’s astounding for someone who’s an MIT grad, who lives in a penthouse, yet he chooses his hobby over to work in one of the biggest technology companies in the world.”
“As I said, we’re working on something.”
“Have you done anything illegal?”
“You mean hacking? No.”
“No one ever recognized you at work? I mean, from your school.”
“I almost got into trouble actually. Someone recognized me even I was in a nerd getup back then with sweaters, glasses, and one side hairstyle.”
She forced back a swallow, asking nonchalantly, “You’re such a righteous ass. So tell me a short version of your life.”
“We were in France.”
“France? So you’re fluent in French?”
“Oui. Il est tellement seduisant. So, I am hot, huh?”
“Oh, god, you heard me?” She was absolutely lovely when she blushed. Megan never blushed, but I’d love to see this reaction more often.
“Yeah, and as silly as it sounds, but I thought you made me so damn happy that you thought I was hot.”
“You are. So tell me about France.”
“I was just a young boy back then when a terrible accident happened that changed my life. An aristocrat explorer helped me and my mother. He took us into his custody, ending up marrying my mother. Unfortunately, he got badly ill. He died when I was thirteen. He left all his wealth in my name. Mama managed his businesses with the help of his old business partners and trusted employees. Someone wouldn’t let us live in peace though so, Mama decided that I should stay away from her for a while. That’s how I ended up here.” I gave her a very short and less detailed version.
“And the reason why your mother came is because you are planning to meet this someone?”
“Yes. And that’s why I am here with you. If things—”
She pressed a finger on my lips. Her eyes danced with worry. “Don’t. I don’t wanna hear that.”
“Megan, he’s a dangerous person and tangled with very dangerous people.” I wished she didn’t have to know this, but this is crucial and I promised to tell her the truth.
She didn’t have any idea I was frightened right now, but this was my only chance, and I had to do this to redeem my life back.
“You don’t have to meet him.”
“I have to. I’ve been planning this for years. I need to do this for the sake of Mama, Alan, and us. I know he won’t leave me alone. Maybe meeting him would clear the air.”
“Why is this so important to you? Who is he anyway?”
My stomach felt rock hard, but I promised her the truth, and I hoped she would still look at me as the same person again when she knew who I was. I sucked in a deep breath and took all my courage to speak.
“My father.”