Holding His Forever (6 page)

I
’d done
some digging while I waited for Fia to finish her shift at the diner. I’d talked to Jim again and given him her name and gotten as much as I could. I knew her dad had died and had been reported for abuse on several occasions, and that she and her mom had been in and out of shelters before finally getting on her feet when she was old enough to start working. I also saw found out that she is close to finishing college, but had dropped out when her mom passed away. I’d checked and she was preregistered for the fall semester in school, but I’m willing to bet the fire sent those dreams up in smoke and set her back to where she was.

Seeing her under me right now and knowing that she’s willing to give herself over to me has me feeling things I’ve never dared feel before. When I said “fiancée” earlier, I’d done so without thinking about what it might do to her. If it might scare Fia away, or make her think I was crazy. But that’s exactly what this is. Crazy ridiculous. But damn if it doesn’t feel like the absolute right decision. I'd wanted her before I'd found out about her past, but as I find out more about her, I want to make sure no hurt ever touches her again.

“This is all moving so fast,” I say, feeling myself pushing towards the edge of no return. “Don’t give me something and then take it back, Fia. I don’t care what this makes me sounds like, but I need to know that you won’t run out on me. That if we do this, and you give yourself to me, this means something to you.”

She smiles at me, running her fingers through my hair. “I’m not going anywhere, Derek. Just please don’t break my heart.”

“The only thing I plan on breaking is this headboard.”

She starts to laugh, but it turns into a moan as my mouth goes to her neck and starts to kiss her. I’m ravenous for her, but I’m trying to go slow. However, three seconds into my plan, I give up, pulling off her clothes as quickly as I can.

“I can’t go slow, Fia. I’m trying, but it’s not working.”

I pull at my own clothes as she starts to strip down the rest of hers, taking off her simple white panties and white cotton bra. I nearly rip my shirt off to get my skin against hers, wanting my naked chest against her breasts.

She lies back, and I sit up on my knees to look down on her. Her pale skin is unmarked, almost like porcelain. Her breasts are full, with nipples the color of her blushing cheeks. They’re tight, and quiver as she takes in a shaky breath.

I look into her eyes, and she smiles at me nervously. “I’ve never done this before,” she confesses, shrugging a shoulder.

Gazing down her body to her waist, and then lower, I see a small patch of blonde curls and the dewy lips of her pussy. I reach down and rub her there, feeling how soft she is.

Without taking my eyes off her pussy, I lick my lips. “This is fresh? Never been kissed?” My voice is husky, and even I hardly recognize it. My throbbing cock is still trapped in my jeans, but being inside there won’t stop me from cumming.

“Yes,” she whispers, and I can hear the desire in her voice. The nervousness from seconds ago has faded away.

“My sweet Fia. I’m going to love every inch of you. Taste every inch.”

Moving down her body, I kiss her stomach and hips, then kiss the inside of her thighs to get them to spread for me. When she relaxes enough, they fall open for me, revealing her pretty pink pussy and her hard little clit. That will only ever be mine until the end of time.

Her hands move down, and she shyly tries to cover herself, but I just gently intertwine our fingers and keep kissing the insides of her thighs, moving closer to her center. She takes a few more shaky breaths, and I can feel her tension coiling just before my mouth opens, and I give her one long, slow lick with the flat of my tongue.

Her warm sweet taste hits me, and I inhale her scent. Her hips rise, and she moans out my name just before my whole mouth covers her. One taste is enough to drive me insane. My hands grip her tighter as my mouth moves over her pussy, licking and tasting all of her. My lower half starts to rub against the mattress, trying to find some kind of relief, but it’s useless. My cock wants inside the sweet heaven that my mouth is making love to, and he won’t be happy until he’s in there.

“So sweet,” I growl against her before going back to sucking on her clit.

Before I know it, she’s the one gripping my hands harder and pressing her pussy into my mouth.

“So,” she gasps, “close!”

The thought of her having an orgasm on my face has cum dripping out of the end of my cock. I can’t hold back when I feel her pussy pulsing and she cries out my name. The sounds of her pleasure and the rush of sweetness from her pussy into my waiting mouth have thick cum smearing the inside of my jeans. I can feel the hot mess all over my cock as she grinds out her pleasure on my mouth.

I have to blink a few times to clear my vision because I’ve gone foggy with one of the strongest orgasms of my life. And she didn’t even touch me.

Giving her pussy one last soft kiss, I let go of her hands and move down off the bed to take off my jeans. Fia opens her sleepy eyes, giving me a very satisfied smile.

I push the material over my hips, taking the sticky underwear with it and kicking them away. Her eyes widen at my hard cock, which is nearly purple with excitement and pointing right at her. Reaching down, I stroke him a few times as I crawl back onto the bed. Fia doesn’t take her eyes off me until I’m between her legs and the head of my cock is at her opening.

I kiss her, letting her taste the passion she just gave me. It’s so fucking erotic when she moans at the flavor. Her pussy on my face and her tongue in my mouth are my undoing.

When I pull back, I look deeply into her eyes. “I’m clean. I had my last full checkup a year ago, and I haven’t touched anyone since. And it was a long time before that test, too. I want you bare, angel, and I want you to know that I’ll take care of you. Tonight and every night after this, I’ll be the one you lean on.”

I push into her opening but with all my strength will my body to stop. I've never felt someone else's bare flesh against my cock before. I want this closeness with her, something neither one of us has shared before. I just hold myself there, not wanting to hurt her.

“I don’t know how this happened so fast, but I love you, Fia. And I promise to be with you and take care of you, always and forever.” I confess my truth.

She smiles up at me, tears twinkling in her eyes. She nods and runs her fingers through my hair, not answering me in words, but I can feel it in her heart. She doesn’t have to say it back, not yet. Right now I just need her to know that I’ll be by her side.

I take her lips in another deep kiss as I push through her virginity and thrust all the way inside her. She cries out, and I hold myself still as she clings to me. I bury my face in her neck, trying to breathe through the tight grip her pussy has on my cock. It’s clenching me harder than anything I’ve ever felt, and it’s so tight it’s nearly painful. I have to breathe along with her, both of us adjusting to the new fit. It rips at me that I've hurt her. I want to be the one to make sure pain never touches her again.

“It’s just the first time, angel. The more we make love, the easier it gets. So it’s incentive to let me inside you.”

I feel her smile against my neck, and she places a kiss there. “Go slow. I think I’m okay.”

As slowly as I’m capable of, I pull my thick cock out of her entrance, but she’s gripping me so tight it’s as if I’m stuck. I have to pull back with a little more force, and when I do, it causes us both to moan.

The slide back in is just as tight as the first time, but I feel Fia relax a little around me. Her legs move up around my hips, opening herself and letting me in. The smooth glide is easier after a few shallow thrusts, and I grit my teeth at the sweet agony.

“I want to cum with you inside me,” she whispers in my ear, and I moan again.

“Goddamn it, angel. Don’t say that. I’ll cum in two seconds if you talk dirty to me.”

She clenches around me like she’s trying to make me cum, and I groan. I can’t hold off much longer, and I want to make this good for her.

Reaching between us, I rub her clit with my thumb and continue to thrust in and out of her. With my free hand, I take one of hers and entwine our fingers together.

“Derek, I’m close. I want to feel you cum, too.”

“Fuck,” I grit out into the pillow. I love hearing her dirty mouth for me, that I’m making her say these words. “Keep talking.”

“Right there! Oh, God. You feel so good inside me. More.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” I start to cum, but I try to hold it back, and then I feel her tongue on my neck.

Her pussy clenches around me, and then she’s shouting my name, her orgasm taking over. I finally let go, cumming inside her and giving us both what our bodies were begging for. Release.

I hold myself up so I don’t crush her as wave after wave of pleasure shoots up my cock and into her warm, waiting pussy. The pulses of her climax pull my cum from me. The thought has me cumming even more, wanting to give her what she wants.

When I finally come back from the edge, I feel her soft lips placing feather-light kisses on my neck and shoulder. I lean up and look down into her beautiful blue eyes, feeling more connected to her than I have to anything in my life. I rub my thumb across her cheek and lean down, kissing her gently.

I thrust slowly, moving in and out of her again, and after a moment she lets out a giggle.

“Again?” she asks with a look of surprise on her face.

“Fia, my angel, once was never going to be enough.”

“
Y
ou sore
, angel?” Derek asks, placing kisses all over my face and slowly waking me up. He doesn’t wait for an answer, taking my mouth in a deep kiss and leaving me breathless. I finally open my eyes fully and see the morning sun coating the room. This is the second night in a row I’ve woken up in this bed, and I want to do it for the rest of my life, with him in it here with me like this morning.

“Probably not where you think,” I admit, smiling up at him. I’m a little tender between my legs, but not enough to turn down another round, if that’s what he’s looking for. I could stay wrapped up in this bed with him forever with the way he’s been treating me and the things he’s been saying. I think he wants that, too. In fact, I think he wants everything.

His eyebrows rise, concern crossing his handsome face. I can’t stop myself from reaching up and running my fingers along the stumble on his face.

“My mouth.”

His eyes drop to my lips, and a full-blown smile spreads across his face. This one makes his eyes light up.

“Your mouth does look like it’s been ravished. Sorry angel.” He doesn’t look sorry at all. “I can’t seem to help myself.” To prove his point, he kisses me again. He’s been doing it all night. I’d woken in the middle of the night a few times to him just kissing me, then falling back asleep.

“Glad someone is perky and rested today,” I tease. I could definitely snuggle back into the bed for a few more hours. His face changes at my words. His eyes go even softer.

“No nightmares.” He says it like he can’t even believe it. “Not one since my angel came into my life. I haven’t slept like this for as long as I can remember.”

“I didn’t know you had nightmares.” It’s then I realize I don’t know a lot about him, but why does it feel like I can’t remember a time without him? How is that possible? It’s crazy and intense, and I love it. I love him.

“Lost a few men a while back, and I’ve been living in the misery of it.” He leans in, placing another kiss on my lips. “Then an angel walked into my life and woke me up. You saved me.”

“Pretty sure you saved me.” The idea of saving him warms me all over. He makes me feel like I do so much, just by being near him, but I get it, because I feel like that too. Just knowing he’s near me makes me feel safe. Complete. Fills something I didn’t know I was missing.

“If you let me, I’ll save you for the rest of our lives.”

“You love me.” I remember the words he said to me last night.

“I do. How can I not? Never knew something like you could exist. You were made for me to love.” He says it so easily, like he’s been saying it his whole life. My mother loved me, but it wasn’t something that was said very much. I knew it was there, but we didn’t say it enough.

“I love you, too.” I give him the words I’ve never said to another man before, not wanting to live a life without them. I want them to come as easily as they do for him.

“Say it again.” His voice is gravelly now, and filled with so much emotion.

“I love you. I’ve never said that to anyone but my mom,” I admit, wanting him to know how much it means to me to say it to someone.

“I’ve never said it to someone I wasn’t related to.”

“This is crazy,” I tell him, but there’s no power behind it, because I don’t care if it’s crazy. I knew I loved him last night when I told him to cum inside of me. I wanted all of him, wanted every last drop to bind us together.

“It’s perfect.” He leans in, nuzzling my neck. “You still sleepy, angel?”

I nod against him as he trails kisses down my neck, down to the center of my chest, his ticklish facial hair making me giggle.

“You sleep a little bit, and I’m going to run to the bakery down the street and get us breakfast.”

“I’ll go with you,” I halfheartedly say. I don’t want to move, but I want to be with him.

“Sleep. I’ll only be gone a minute.” He pulls himself from me. I roll to my side and watch him get dressed. I don’t care that I’m naked. My shyness died last night. An unknown part of me revealed itself. I hate each piece of clothing he puts on as it covers his magnificent body.

“You working today?” he asks while slipping on his shoes.

“Just the diner today.” I want to groan just thinking about it. God, I hate that place. I’m going to have to quit and find something else.

“I want you to think about quitting.” He says it like he just read my mind.

“I”

He holds up his hand, cutting me off. “Just think about it, angel, before saying anything. I want you to stay with me, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“I can’t just stay here. I have to help pay the bills.” I don’t want to be a mooch. I’m all for staying with him, but I want to do my part.

He walks over to the side of the bed, towering over me before dropping down so we’re at eye level. “You gave me what I’ve been looking for in life. Let me do the same. Stay with me. Quit the fucking diner before I end up in jail for snapping your boss’s neck, and let me give you what you are looking for in life.”

“I just need you.”

“But you want more, and I can give it to you. If you don’t let me, it will just drive me crazy. I’ll be sitting in that diner every day you work,” he challenges.

I don’t even know what to say to that, but God, I love how freaking protective he is over me. It’s nice.

“Just think about it, okay?”

I nod, making him give me one of those full-face smiles. I know I’m going to crack. I’m not sure there is a thing I wouldn’t agree to just to see that smile light up his face.

He grabs his wallet, keys, and phone, and gives me one last kiss me before he heads out of the room, leaving me all alone.

I snuggle into the bed, thinking about waking up like this every day. A knock sounds at the door, and I pull myself from the bed, grabbing Derek's discarded shirt from the floor. I slip it over my head as I make my way towards the door.

“You forget something?” I ask, pulling the door open.

Sam has a hand around my throat instantly, pushing me back into the townhouse. I can smell the booze on his breath. I grab and scratch at his arm, trying to free myself.

“You fucking whore!” he yells in my face before pushing me back, releasing his grip around my neck and sending me falling to the floor. “You were supposed to be mine. Mine!” His face turns red, and a look of pure evil crosses it.

“You had to do this the hard way, didn’t you?” He starts walking towards me, and I scramble backwards.

“You motherfucker.” Derek’s deep voice growls through the room, and it even sends a chill down my spine.

Sam turns, only to come into contact with Derek’s fist. A loud crunch sounds, before Sam hits the ground, knocked out from the single punch.

Derek goes for him again, but I whisper his name, making him look towards me.

“Please,” I tell him. I don’t want him to do something he can’t take back, because the way he is looking right now, he won’t stop until Sam isn’t breathing.

I reach my hand out to him, and he comes towards me and picks me up. I wrap myself around him. I can feel some of the tension leave his body, the sound of sirens in the distance.

* * *

“
A
re
you sure you’re okay, angel?” Derek asks for the millionth time since the cops finally left, taking Sam with them. His face has a pained look on it. I can sense some of the adrenaline still running though his body. He’s wound up tight.

“I’m fine.” I try to wiggle a little, but Derek’s arms only hold me tighter. I’ve been in his lap since the cops got here. Well, after he made me put pants on. Then he put me in his lap and wouldn’t let me go. Even when I had to tell the story over and over again to the police. Luckily they didn’t make us go down to the station, but I think that was Derek’s doing.

“Sunshine, you’re eventually going to have to let her go,” Derek’s dad, Marshall, says, making my cheeks warm. He showed up shortly after the cops did. He’s been sitting in a chair beside us, watching us with a smile on his face.

“The fuck I do,” is all Derek says, proving his point and not letting me go. His dad laughs.

“How’d you know to come back?” I finally ask. Derek had gotten here before Sam could really do anything, and he didn’t look like he’d been to the bakery because he didn’t have anything with him.

“I got a call from a friend on the police force on my way to the bakery. He’s been working the investigation on the fire that burned your old building. Told him to keep me updated.” He lets out a long breath. “They went to question Sam, seeing as he owns the apartments.”

“What?” That was news to me.

“Yeah, angel, he owned the apartments above the laundromat, as well as the diner.”

How did I not know that? Then again, I only ever dealt with the apartment manager. I did find out about the diner needing a waitress because of the apartments. There was a sign hanging in the hallway one day. It was close, and I thought it would be perfect. I’d be able to walk to work. Why hadn’t Sam ever told me that?

“When they got to his place, the door was ajar, so they went in. He wasn’t there, but there was…” He stalls, looking like he doesn’t want to finish his sentence. “Some evidence. A sort of shrine with pictures and all kinds of shit of you.” He growls the last part, and I just stare at him.

“They don’t think you’re the first woman he’s done this to. Let’s just say, he’ll never be a free man again.”

I reach up and cup Derek's face. “Always saving me,” I tease, trying to relieve some of the tension. I should be freaking out about what just happened, but just like the moment I laid eyes on him, I know I’ll forever be safe. He won’t let anything happen to me.

“God, angel.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine, one hand going to the back of my neck, holding me in place. “If I’d lost you…” His voice cracks on the last word, and my heart squeezes.

“I’d never leave you. Ever,” I reassure him.

“You gonna marry me?” he whispers, but I know from the intake of breath from my left that his dad heard.

“Right now if you want.”

He leans back, looking into my eyes. “Dad, you should leave,” he says, never looking away from me.

“Fine, but you better not get hitched without me being there,” he says in a half growl, and I realize it sounds just like Derek’s.

“We won’t,” I say, never taking my eyes from Derek either. I hear the door click, and we’re finally alone.