Soul-Mates Forever (11 page)

“Paxxxxtonnnn!” He screams, and I can feel his warm liquid filling me. I can barely see the sexier than fuck look on his face, and that sends me off into the heavens. I scream his name as I seem to float above us, looking at our entwined bodies from high up in my climax. He falls on me but rolls quickly to my side bringing me with him.

I feel incoherent as he rubs my back, my arm, and then his hand moves into my hair. He places his hand around the back of my head and pulls me into a loving kiss. I don’t think I can breathe or catch my breath. He looks at me, a frown on his gorgeous face and kisses my nose. “Beauty? Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Oh, God. If I hurt you…”

I place my fingers on his lips to quiet him and take a deep breath. “You didn’t hurt me, Tuck. Just the opposite. I think I left earth for a while though, but I never went too far. I couldn’t. Not when my soul is here with you.” I lean in and kiss his chest over his heart
. I don’t think I can ever, ever get enough of him now. Not after this.
My eyes start getting very heavy, and as I start to drift off I can’t get the look on his face as he climaxed out of my mind.
God, I wish I could take a picture of that look. Hottest thing I have ever seen.

* * *

My beauty is sleeping in front of me. My hand found a new favorite place, in between her thighs. It loves the warmth there and so close to her pussy. Sigh. Once I had cleaned us both up, she was already asleep, and it didn’t take me long to follow. I lay here now, smelling her hair and thinking what a lucky fuck I am. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d be here now, with my beauty and living my dream. Yes, she’s been in my dreams for, well, as long as I can remember. Maybe it wasn’t her face, but it was her. It’s always been her. We are truly soul-mates forever, in every sense.

Shane, Jesse and I worked on the fountain in our circle drive the next day while Pax, Allie and Lana worked on painting the living room and dining room. Ok, Allie made lunch and hung out in there with the back door open, so she wouldn’t inhale the paint fumes and brought out iced tea to us periodically. Finally, by mid afternoon the fountain was working. The girls came out, my beauty wrapped in my arms, as we stood there watching the water flow out of a basket that a statue of a girl is holding to her side. We had put lights in the bottom and around the inside walls so at night it will be a beautiful addition to the front yard. The newly painted fountain made it look brand new. We thanked everyone for their hard work, waved them off and then my beauty and I washed each other in the shower, and we made sweet love for the second time. I was concerned when she said she was sore, but she convinced me she was sore in a good way, and this would help with relieving it.
Yeah, ok. Who am I to argue?
She decided to stay home tonight and catch up on some cleaning and reading so I left shortly after dinner and headed to the bar for our last night playing. I love my band, but it was sure harder than hell to leave. I kept kissing on her until she finally pushed me out, laughing and telling me I was gonna be late.
Eh, I didn’t give a fuck if I was, but I managed to leave her. I didn’t want to.

We are jamming as always in a packed bar, the girls screaming and the band rockin’ out. Man, I fucking love this. We take a break, I down a beer and head for the john. After washing my hands, I push open the door and am manhandled until my back hits the wall.
What the fuck?

“Ah!!! Baby! I’ve missed you!” Claire whispers as she tries to kiss me. I push her back and laugh.

“Claire, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m a taken man now? Geez, woman!” We both start laughing and stand next to each other against the wall. “So, how ya been? You still married to that trucker? How’re the kids?” Claire and I go way back. We became friends back when I was trying to escape my old life and trying to get on the road of becoming an honest man, making an honest living.

We stand and talk until it’s time for me to get back to the band. Two more sets and I can get back to my gorgeous beauty. Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about her. Once our sets are over, it takes forever to get all the instruments outside and loaded into our box truck. Spike parks it at his place, but once we get our unattached garage made into a sound studio, we plan to park it there. I race to get home, park in the garage, run in the house and run up the stairs, two at a time. I stop in my tracks when I find my beauty asleep in the leather chair in our room, a book open face down on her stomach, and one arm hanging over the arm rest. I just stand there and stare for a minute. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her bottom lip pouted out, and her hair is fanned out around her. She’s wearing one of my old, faded t-shirts and boxer shorts. I start to feel bad for being a gawker and go to her. I remove her book and lay it face down on the table beside the chair. I pick her up gently and lay her down in bed and under the covers. I quickly disrobe and slide into bed behind her and wrap my arm around her. I kiss the side of her face, and my hand goes to its favorite place between her thighs. She lets out a sigh of contentment, and my eyes close.

I’m puttering around the kitchen the next morning making breakfast and humming. I’m really worried about leaving tomorrow for New York and leaving my beauty here. I know Marcus will be here by tomorrow afternoon and is staying until I get back, but I just wish she was going with me. I don’t want to be away from her, not even for a minute. She’s soon to join me in the kitchen, and the breakfast is burnt as we can’t keep our mouths and hands off each other. This just reaffirms how hard it will be for me to leave her. Not helping! After cleaning up the destroyed breakfast and its mess, we make love in the shower and then wash each other, making sure not one tiny speck of each other’s bodies is left unclean. After that, we’re starving. There’s a pond about 100 feet from our back deck, so we decide we would walk there and have a picnic and make today just for us. Pax is packing a picnic basket while I grab a couple of blankets and pack a cooler. We headed down around noon, walking hand in hand, like two sick lovebirds. Well, I guess we are. I laid the blankets out, side by side, and set the cooler next to us. We’re lying down on our sides facing each other, and I’m feeding my beauty grapes while we talk.

I pop a grape in her mouth and watch as she chews and licks her lips.
Fuck, I’m hard again. I want her so bad all the time!
“So, I know you probably don’t like to talk about it, but tell me about you as a child,” she says reaching for a grape. She places it in my mouth, and I hold onto her finger with my mouth. She smiles and pulls until I release it with a pop.

“There’s not much to tell, really. Mom and Dad were druggies so I pretty much grew up fast. One day I found dad dead from an overdose. I think I was about seven then and of course years later I turned in my mom when she was drugged out of her mind. I had just turned sixteen. I got into all kinds of trouble with the kids I hung out with in Junior High. But once I broke free of them, I got on the right track.” I look down and got another grape from the baggie.

Her hand reaches to my hair and brushes some away from my eyes and sighed. The look on her face was not of pity but of concern. “That must have been tough. No parents to teach you things you needed to know. No one to be there for you, I don’t know how you survived. I admire you.”

I laugh. “Oh, I don’t think you should admire me. The bad crowd I ran around with sold drugs, so, no. Luckily I had enough sense not to sell to anyone, I couldn’t take it if someone were to overdose or go to prison because of me but I can’t say I was an angel. I’m definitely not someone you should admire.”

She grabs the baggie and takes my hand. “Hey! Tons of people don’t have great childhoods and don’t amount to anything when they grow up. You did. That’s something you should be proud of. Really!”

My heart is full of pride all right. Pride and love for her. I pull her hand and lean in, kissing her full lips, and she melts into me. She moans, and that makes me even harder. I lean into her causing her body to lay down, and I am on her in seconds. My hand slides under her tank top, gliding up her stomach and under her bra. I roll her nipple with my thumb, which elicits another moan from her deep into my mouth. My cock can hardly contain itself as it grows to an unbearable size instantly. I release her mouth and move down her body until I am in between her legs, which spread so nicely for me. I look up to see her watching me, her eyes filled with desire, and I unbutton her jean shorts and slide down the zipper, slowly. She licks her lips. My hands pull her shorts and panties down until they are off her beautiful body. I start to bend down as I can’t wait to taste her luscious pussy when I hear a sound. My head whips up to see a man walking towards us. I quickly grab the end of the blanket and throw it over her, and she sits up in alert.

I jumped up and stand in front of her, crossing my arms, an instant scowl covering my face. As the man draws closer, I get a good look at him.
What the fuck?

“My apologies to you both. I took the liberty of walking around when no one answered the bell. I hope you don’t mind,” he says with a smile.

He stands a few feet away now and I want to kick his ass. “What the fuck are you doing here? Didn’t know you got out.” I sneer. Throwing his head back, he laughs. Still laughing he takes a step towards us.

I raise my hand out showing him to stop right the fuck there. “Hold the fuck back, Darndage. You’re not welcome here. I suggest you leave while you can still walk on your own,” I growl.

He takes a step back, smiling the whole time, and crosses his arms across his chest. “Now. Now. Tsk, tsk. Is that any way to talk to an old buddy?” I growl again and start to take a step, but Pax puts her arm through mine and tugs on it, holding me back. “Ah! The girlfriend. Paxton was it?” Her head turns to me in a flash, my confusion apparent. She looks back at him and nods her head.

“I never gave you my name, asshole.” She looks back at me. “Who the fuck is this?” She looks back at him, removes her arm from around mine and crosses her arms over her chest, “What do you want? This is private property and you were not invited.”
My beauty kicks ass.

Holding up his hands in surrender, he begins to walk backwards. “Hey, no need to get pissy, woman.” He looks at me and points. “Better keep your woman back, Williams. You know what can happen.” He looks at Pax and smiles. “I’d hate to see anything happen to someone…” His eyes roam up and down her body and then returns to her face. “So lovely.”

I literally have to wrap my arms around Pax as she starts to take off after him. He’s walking faster and turns to walk forward but yells over his shoulder, “I’ll be seeing you around. It was a pleasure seeing you again, Paxton. Will see you soon.”

I look at Pax in confusion, her eyes wide and her brows knitted together. By the time I look back at Darndage he’s gone. I turn to my beauty and cup her face with both of my hands. “What did he mean, Pax? When was he here?” The look on her face told me she was afraid to say. “It’s ok, beauty. You can tell me.”

“He… He came by when Lana and I were getting ready to come to the bar Friday night. I’d forgotten all about it. I was going to tell you. I was. Honest. I’m sorry,” she says, her lip quivering.

I take her in my arms. Her head buries in my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist and up my back. “It’s ok. It will be ok. But I think you need to know a little more of my past now. Come on.” I break away and start gathering up the food and placing it in the cooler. I look over and see her pulling up one of the blankets and folding it. “I’m not mad or anything. I know you would have told me.” I give her my best smile, all the while I am nervous as hell inside.

I can’t believe I forgot to tell him. Dammit! With everything that happened Friday and Saturday, I just forgot. Idiot! We walked back to the house in silence. He opens the back sliding door for me and follows me in. Once we set everything down in the kitchen, I turn to him, leaning my hands behind me on the counter. “I swear I was going to tell you. He showed up, introduced himself and well…” I look down afraid to tell him.

His hand brings my head back up by my chin, tenderly. “What beauty? What happened?” He bends down and looks me in the eyes a concerned look covering his face. “Tell me everything that happened. It’s important.”

After releasing my chin, he takes my hand and takes me to the nearest chair. He sits and pulls me onto his lap. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “He introduced himself. Said he was an old friend and couldn’t wait to catch up.” I look at him to find him frowning. “I went to shake his hand and he…” I take another deep breath. “He kissed the top of my hand.” He seems pretty calm and then I jump when he slams his fist on the table and yells, “Fuck!”
Ok. That can’t be good.

He looks at me quickly. “Sorry! Sorry, beauty.” He wraps both arms around me and holds me tight. “Ok, here’s the thing. I put him away. In prison.” He’s watching me to see my reaction, but I don’t know how to react. “It was about five years ago. I was helping to get customers for him and his idiot pawns to sell drugs for him. Bad crowd, remember?” The only thing I can do is nod. He clears his throat. “Well, I ran into Shane one day at the local hangout and he started talking to me about my tattoos. Said they were really great and asked who did them. After I told him I did, he asked me if I wanted a job where he worked, creating and applying tattoos.” He has a far off look as he rubs my arm and continues. “I wanted out of my bad life, in the worst way. I’d had enough and wanted to get on the straight and narrow, ya know?”

I start rubbing the back of his neck and smile. He seems to look at me for a bit, kisses me quickly and smiles back. “I needed to come clean so I told him everything. He was a great listener and really, he saved my life. He went with me to the police and I told them everything. They gave me a bargain that if I stayed clean and helped them catch Darndage and provide a statement so he can pay for his crimes, they would let me go.” He looks at me again, and I think he is embarrassed but yet proud. “So, we set up a meeting place and I just had to get him there. With everything I told the police, I just had to get him to try to give me some drugs to sell. I was nervous because I didn’t really sell the stuff for him so I wasn’t sure if he’d fall for it. He was pretty skeptical, at first, but it went off pretty well except he threatened to kill me once he was out. I didn’t think it would be this soon and to tell you the truth? I had forgotten all about him, after I met you.” He gives me that fuck hawt dimpled smile I love so much.