Forever Baby (24 page)

“Not much really. We just hung out, walked around the city, went to a couple of movies—you know, typical date kind of stuff.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to hang out with her more while she was here. We only hung out twice. I feel bad about that,” I say because I think that is what a best friend should say. I am not remotely sorry that my time with Abby was brief.

Nolan flashes me a grin. “Don’t worry your pretty little self. She was fine with that. She isn’t much into hanging out with lots of people. She is more low-key.”

I laugh. “Well, I guess that opposites really do attract. She does know she is dating the life of every party, right?”

He simply smiles at me and squeezes my hand softly. I stiffen up slightly, and I pray he doesn’t notice my reaction to his touch. I hate that I feel guilty for being this way with him, but I can’t risk hurting Andres. He has enough hurt in his life.

I continue to ask Nolan questions about his time with Abby, and although he answers all my questions, he doesn’t seem too eager to give me details. He is probably feeling blue with the departure of his girlfriend.

He asks about Andres, and I beam. Loads of details pour from my mouth. I tell him about our time in Barcelona. I laugh as I describe some of Hugo’s escapades. I end by telling him that I couldn’t be happier.

He gives me a warm smile. “Who knew you needed to come to Spain to find such a love? I’m happy for you, honey.”

I can’t help but notice that his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. The knowledge that Nolan isn’t completely happy here hurts my heart.

Nadia and I are laughing as she twirls me around on the dance floor. The guys have another show tonight. I marvel at the spectacle up onstage. The mouthwatering man is singing as his stare passes over the crowd of adoring women until he is focusing solely on me. I blow him a kiss, and I see the sides of his mouth curl up into a slight smile as he refocuses his attention on the screaming girls in front of the stage. He really is a great performer, his enthralling voice pulling everyone in.

Andres grabs a guitar and sits on a stool behind the microphone stand. The rest of the band is still as Andres starts playing. The music coming from his guitar has an alluringly sensual sound and draws my complete attention. The jumping crowd stills and concentrates on Andres. He starts to sing, and it is just him and his guitar.

The song is new, I think. I have never heard him sing it before. The lyrics talk of love, happiness, wholeness, and light. I watch Andres as he sings the chorus for a second time, and with every word he sings, I search inside myself for any semblance of composure, trying to rein in the uncontrollable sobbing that is on the verge of spilling out.

You saved me. You made me whole.

You brought me from the darkness to the light, and I want to live in your warmth forever.

I need to feel your soft touch and sweet kisses. You alone have the key to my soul.

If we are strengthened by those who love us, then, baby, you are going to move mountains.

There is no one on this earth who is loved more than you.

I couldn’t love you more if I tried.

You are my forever, baby. Forever, baby.

My eyes well up as Andres’s gaze locks with mine. His voice is haunting, beautiful, and so sexy. At that moment, it feels like we are the only two people in the room. All the love coming from him resonates deep within me, and my body aches to touch him. I want him so much in this instant that my need for him is physically painful.

The song ends, and I wipe a tear from my cheek.

“Wow,” Nadia says. I face her as she speaks, “If that wasn’t a confession of love, then I don’t know what is. I almost feel like I was intruding on your moment!”

Still speechless, I smile at her.

Without thinking, I start winding my way through the packed crowd of adoring woman on the dance floor. I need to touch Andres and feel his lips on mine. His song, the lyrics, and the emotion in his voice as he sang to me has filled me with so much love.

A slow smile forms on his lips, lighting up his eyes, as he watches me get closer to the stage. The band is quiet as I approach. The crowd murmurs in confusion, waiting for the next song to start, before they notice Andres’s stare on me. They start parting, allowing me through, more so to get a better view than to clear a path for me.

Before I get to the stage, Andres jumps down and takes wide steps toward me. When we meet, he runs his hands along the sides of my face, entwining his fingers in my hair, and then he pulls my mouth to his. He kisses me hard, licking greedily, as our lips tangle in the perfect dance. The kiss isn’t long, but it is everything. My blood rushes, pounding so forcefully that it rattles my core with intense sensations of adoration for this man here before me.

As he pulls his lips off of mine, I stand there limply, drunk on his kiss. He moves his face away enough to look into my eyes, and he runs the back of his hand over my cheek, causing the breath to rush out of me. His breath is warm against my skin.

“So, you liked the song, baby?” His voice is low and husky.

Words fleeing my consciousness, I press my lips together and nod. His grin widens before he presses his lips to mine in a chaste kiss.

Pulling back, he whispers against my lips, “I mean every word.”

I nod again, overwhelmed.

He kisses me softly once more. “Later,” he whispers in my ear, causing my skin to prickle.

He turns and heads back to the stage. The crowd envelops me, and I become aware of the chaos around me. Catcalls come from screaming fans who are ready to get back to the music.

The guys start playing the intro, and Andres holds on to the microphone stand. He gives me a knowing grin before he starts singing. I stand there, still not trusting my weak muscles to move, and I stare in amazement at the view before me. No doubt, it is a beautiful view, inside and out, and he’s all mine.

After the set, we all sit at a table, drinking and chatting. A group of girls come up to the table, and with their best seductive expressions, they start talking to the band, but most of their attention is focused on Andres. I understand he wants to be polite to the fans and humor them a little, but I have shared his attention enough for one night, I think.

I subtly place my hand under the table and rub it up Andres’s thigh. Stopping it between his legs, I apply pressure. He coughs and continues talking, but he has become immediately hard. I smile and begin to stroke the outline of his cock with my hand. I’m careful to move my hand slowly, so I won’t attract attention. Continuing to stroke him, I lean into his ear as if to tell him something, and I plunge my tongue into his ear before biting the lobe and pulling down with my teeth. Andres’s hand hits the table, and he coughs again before he takes a drink of his beer.

“Excuse me,” Andres says to the girls. “I need to talk to my girl.” He grabs my hand from under the table, taking it in his, and he pulls me up in one swift motion as he stands.

Pulling me through the bar, he takes us through a far exit door. We are outside at the rear of the bar in an alley. On the other side of the alley is the back of another building. The alley is wide enough for a single car to fit through. It is dark and dingy, and my stomach tightens with excitement. My cheeks flush, and my pulse quickens as Andres pulls me around a metal storage container standing to the side of the exit door. He pushes me against the brick wall of the bar.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby. I need to feel you—now,” he says breathlessly against my neck.

His lips crash on mine, and our mouths meet in a frenzy of desire. His tongue assaults my mouth, giving me a rhythmic preview of what is to come. Andres pulls away, leaving me breathless, and he kneels on the ground. With fiery intent, he pulls one of my legs over his shoulder and shimmies my tight black skirt up, so it is around my waist. He rips off my panties, letting them fall to the ground. My breath comes out in a moan as he inserts two fingers inside me, sending ravishing tingles through my body. His pupils darken as he spreads me open, exposing me to the temperate night air.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans.

His mouth surrounds my sweet spot, and he licks vehemently, pausing to suck, before continuing the relentless attack with his tongue.

I groan with pleasure. “Ugh, Andres…please!”

I feel myself building with the acute pleasure of his sweet attack. I groan as I surrender myself to a mind-shattering orgasm that racks me with intense sensations. Andres holds me against the wall with his arms, and he continues to lick until my body ceases to shake. I am gasping for air in this alley that suddenly feels private and intimate.
Holy shit.

He guides my leg from his shoulder to the ground, and I steady myself as my senses begin to return. I quickly unbutton his jeans and slide them with his boxers to the ground. He pushes me back against the brick wall as he glides his hands down around my thighs. He lifts me, and I circle my legs around him as he holds me up against the building. Without pause, he enters me with vigor and begins a delightful ambush of drives in and out. His mouth is meshed with mine, and we are kissing hard and rough as he pounds me into the brick.

The fire in my belly is imploding within, causing quivers to surge through every cell in my body, triggering delicious sensations that rush from my scalp, down my spine, and out to my limbs. He pulls my lip between his, biting it, and the sensation shatters me. I explode around him in another staggering release. He comes with me, growling, repeating my name against my mouth.

His arm is wrapped around my back, gripping my hair, as he leans us into the wall. We are silent, except for our labored breaths, as we try to calm our lungs. He pulls out of me, and I let my legs fall to the ground.

Pulling me tightly against him, he declares, “I love you so fucking much.”

I bring my hand up to rub his face. “Me, too, babe.”

We stand in the dirty alley among the trash in the darkness, entwined together. I listen to his heartbeat as I rest against his chest. I feel beautiful, loved, and happy. This is complete happiness.

Per usual, Andres is waiting for me as I exit class the next day. He is leaning up against a tall tree in the garden, appearing downright edible, and I melt. I give Nolan a hug good-bye, and he extends a friendly wave to Andres before walking off. Andres walks up to me and kisses me, pulling me up into a hug, my feet leaving the ground. His lips explore mine, like he hasn’t seen me in weeks, and it lifts my soul. He places my feet back on the ground, and I catch my breath.

He says, “I want to do something today…something neither of us has done before.” His boyish smile is wide, giddy with excitement.

“What?” I ask excitedly.

He gives me his trademark grin. “You’ll see.”

He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, and we walk toward the street.

We end up at his house, and I give him a questioning glance as I step off of the motorcycle.

“You’ll see!” His striking blues gleam down on me as he laughs.

We head inside and go upstairs to the rooftop balcony.

He says, “So, I thought that I could paint you today.”

I peer around and see an easel holding a blank canvas next to a table with paints and different-sized brushes.

Confused, I say, “You have painted me.”

“I know, but that was from memory. I am sure I could do much better with the real thing in front of me.”

He gives me an inquiring glance and grabs my hand. He trails kisses from my fingers to up my arm, and he ends at the base of my ear, skewing my equilibrium.

I shiver. “Sure. Why not? No one is going to see this, are they?” My voice trembles.

“Awesome. It will be for my eyes only, I promise.” Andres steps back and slides my backpack off of me before placing it against the back wall.

He takes me in his arms and kisses me. Our tongues start off gently exploring each other’s mouths, and then the kiss heightens, becoming deep and intense. I suck on his tongue and then lightly bite his bottom lip, and he pulls away, breathing heavily.