MEGAN
“GOOD IDEA.” Then I stiffened to the sound of my ripped panties, and one shoved his tongue into my mouth and his cock was deep inside me. I was shocked and felt full to move. His head fell down to my shoulder.
Our breathing held.
Our heartbeat somersaulted.
Our skin burned.
“Fuck, Megan. How much I missed this.” His rigid cock went deeper as I started to move my hips, feeling the fullness and the pulsing of my nerves as he hit my sensitive spot.
“Oh god! I love it when you take hard and rough on me.” My blood sizzled. My skin melted to the sensation of our melded body and his cock stretched me, and I felt so damn full.
He carried me, turned around, and placed me down the bed without tearing me apart. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my fingers dug into his back as he entered into me with slow and inexorably torturous push.
“Fuuuuck!” His face was in pain. His veins bulged on his forehead. His muscles strained.
“Forrest.” My voice was a breathy whisper. I was barely catching my breath as he quickened the pace relentlessly.
Tingles started to travel from my back down to my spine, and I could feel the tidal wave of my orgasm banking up. I whimpered when he kissed me back. He let out a long moan into our mouths when my inner walls pulsed around him. I relished those feelings, sighed in pleasure, and closed my eyes as he plunged into me, held still there and buried his face in my neck, and said how much he missed me.
“I love you.” Feeling overwhelmed with my impending orgasm, and the intense feeling he made me feel, I stilled to my words. That was how a love was so beautiful, powerful, and unpredictable.
He froze.
I felt him lifted his head, and I could feel the searing gaze on me.
“So you mean it?” he whispered. The relief was palpable in his voice.
I opened my eyes to meet the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.
“You said you love me in your sleep, Megan. You’re not gonna take it back, are you?”
My mind filled with jumbled thoughts, but one thing I was sure of was that my heart spoke for me. Even in my sleep.
As we stared at each other, we let our hearts and souls spoke to each other. I finally planted a light kiss on his lips.
“I won’t take it back. Let me be a part of you.” I shivered at my own words. It was pure; from my heart. “In fact, I am planning on showing you how I feel and telling you I love you every day until your ears give up.”
“I love you more than how much I think of you.” He encircled his hips, withdrew, and pushed into me so deep that I swore he nudged my womb. “You are already a part of me since I first laid an eye on you. And I am going to give everything to you even though you know that I am already yours since I first saw you. I want to show you how much you mean to me, how special you are, Megan.” With his lips kissing me that had my thought scattered, his hips were thrusting into me. I cried and was stunned as waves of pleasure rippled through me. Again.
Our breathing rushed and frantic.
Our senses are attuned.
Our hearts beat wildly as our words penetrated and succumbed to our spiral of intense pleasure reaching its climax in a blazing explosion.
“Oh, fuck! That was…I can’t find the right word.”
A slap on my ass cheek winced me in pain. Then he rubbed it with his palm and pulled me tightly into his arm. “I mean what I said.”
“And you just spanked me.”
“Then watch your language, woman.”
“Yes, milord.” I rolled my eyes. “We did not use a condom.”
“I know. I love the feeling of being bare with you. I am clean, and I saw your pills in your bathroom.”
“What if I am not clean, or I stopped using it?”
“I know you’re a responsible woman, Megan.”
“So, tell me.”
He lied down on his abdomen. “It’s my drawing since my adopted father took us into his home. I wasn’t good at art, but I did that every day for over a year. I keep the copy when I finally able to make it looked like our old house burning.”
“Your house?” I leisurely ran my fingers on his back, tracing the tattoos of flames and smoke. I couldn’t feel his muscles tensing against my fingertips anymore.
“Hmm. I like the feeling of your fingers against my skin.”
“Wait. Your burning house?”
“Yeah. When I met Milo, I asked him to tattoo the same drawing I did years ago. My first tattoo, ever. I suggested keeping it on my back. He added a few details, colors, and made it more realistic in 3D graphics.”
“It’s beautiful. I love it.”
“Thank you. I never allowed anyone to touch my back.”
“Anyone?” I lied back down.
“Yes.” Forrest pulled me into his arms again. “Even Meadow.” I felt the smile on his lips against the back of my neck.
“Hmm.” My chest constricted.
“Relax. I’m all yours, remember? Besides, I never saw her again after she left the States. I fired her. Well, she handed Mama her resignation after that, and she’s in Paris as we speak. I sent her money though. To let her start a new life.”
“Why did you not allow anyone to touch your back?”
“Not my back, Megan. My tattoo. It’s my roadmap towards my plan. It’s a reminder, my motivation, and not just shagging random women.” He chuckled.
“I see.”
“I heard you didn’t accept the offer at the nightclub.”
“I was thinking.”
“And?”
“I don’t know.” I turned to face him. “Maybe I was having a hard time accepting that we were over. So, I had this stupid plan in my head that I wanted to move here and make a move.”
“It wasn’t a stupid plan at all, but is it okay with your mom?”
“As long as I’m gonna be there when my sister is born.”
“You will do that for me?”
“There’s only one Forrest in this lifetime, is there?”
“God, I love you more.” He pressed his lips against mine, but I felt that there was something more he wanted to say.
“What is it?” I ran my thumb on his beautiful face, down to his swollen bottom lip.
“Your tattoos. What are they?”
“Hmm.” I smiled mischievously, causing him to frown. “It troubles you, isn’t it? Karma is a bitch, Mr. Kentworthry.”
His frown deepened, staring at me with sharp eyes. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“But deep inside you’re itching to know.”
“Very much. Yeah.”
“The first one I got was my first heartbreak.”
His nose flared. “Why the fuck did you tattoo your—”
“Hey! What’s with the deal of you cursing on my face, and I can’t?” I quickly sat on the bed, and his eyes landed on my naked chest—they instantly darkened in anticipation. “Don’t look at my breasts, Forrest.” I pointed my fingers to my face. “Eyes up here.”
“I don’t like you cursing a lot. I’m sorry. And I’ve never been jealous but with you, it fucking hurts like someone is ripping my heart out of my chest. How many times did I want to break every man’s face when I saw them flirting with you? You have no bloody idea.”
“Then you do know how I felt when I saw Meadow kissing you. It hurt like a bitch!”
He sat on the bed, leaned his back against the headboard, and nodded. “Now that we clear the air, I’m sorry about that.”
“Do you realize that lately, you apologized a lot?”
“I’m not a good person, Megan. I’ve known that for a long time. But you’re the only good thing I’ve ever done. You deserve an apology, a groveling. Fuck, I don’t even deserve you.” He tentatively raised his hand, running his fingers on my exposed shoulder.
Emotion knotted in my throat. “The first tattoo is the date of the last time I saw my dad alive.”
I watched how he freeze, lifting his gaze to meet mine. Pain crossed his face and shook his head. “I-I’m so sorry.” He shut his eyes closed. “Damn it. I’m screwing it up, aren’t I?”
“It was my birthday. I was drunk with friends, and I wasn’t even twenty-one. We were supposed to celebrate at home in the morning. So, I called my dad to come and pick me. After an hour, he called me to that he was on his way. The second call I received was the EMT telling me that…” It still hurt that I was the reason he was gone, but I already accepted the fact that I couldn’t have him back.
“Jesus! I feel terrible. I’m such a bloody idiot. I hope you can forgive me.”
“It still haunts me. I lost a lot of people I cared about, Forrest. I lost my mother when she gave birth to me. Mom, my mother’s sister took care of me while my dad was dealing with his loss. They eventually fell in love in the process and moved in together, but Mom didn’t believe in marriage. Then when I thought of losing you, I couldn’t bear the pain alone anymore.”
“Losing me, huh? That makes sense.” He lightly nodded, rubbed his lips as if he did the math.
I chuckled, amused. “You know that you don’t sound like the man I fell in love with weeks ago.”
His eyes flutter opened wide. “What does it suppose to mean?”
“You sound like a British Lord Kentworthry right now, and not the down-to-earth, but broody American bartender Forrest Wood I knew.” I took his hand and kissed his knuckles. “Don’t worry, my heart still beats for one person. British or American, I know deep in my heart, I only love the same person, and the same man right in front of me.”
“I do love you even you curse a lot and don’t filter. It’s you who I fell in love with—all in one package. And I will still love you no matter how dirty your mouth can be.”
“Thank you. That’s the sincerest thing I ever heard from a man.”
“Get used to it, my love. So, the second tattoo is?”
“You really inspect my body last night, huh?”
“I couldn’t help it. I missed you so much, so I watched you like a creep while you were sleeping for a couple of hours until my eyes gave up.”
“It’s the um—”
“Um?” His brow arched.
I opened my mouth only to close it back.
“Megan?” He raised my arm to check the tattoo just on the left side of my breast. “This is recent.”
“Yeah.”
“This is not the date when we first slept together.”
“You remember that date?”
“Of course.”
“Wow.” I stared at him. He was full of surprises. “Do you have a photographic memory?”
“No, my love. I just don’t wanna forget something special.”
“It’s the day that I realized that I am in love with you.”