Forgotten Promise (Forgotten Series Book 2) (10 page)

~Nathan~

Waving
the electronic card in front of the sensor, I hear the door unlock to our
suite. I look down at my new fiancée and take her hand. What a thrill it is to
say that in my head, what it will feel like to actually speak the words at
loud.

Kicking
the door shut, I lock it with one hand, never releasing hers. Immediately
pulling her in absorbing the feel of her. Focusing on the sensation of her full
lips soft under mine. Heart stopping sexy, she’s so damn potent.  I feel
my man card slightly slipping away in exchange for two hearts becoming one. I
never thought that would be me. But here I am.

“In my
sex fantasy,” I start, unable to control my smile.

“Yes go
on.” A plea in her eyes.

“I have
your body as mine, all mine. Doing wicked things that will have you falling
apart at the seams.” Attempting to control my primitive maleness. This is not a
fuck you against the wall kind of night I tell my cock.

I
smother her with passionate kisses, as if heaven itself is in my arms. Pulling
her towards the bed, where I purposely stage a few novelties. “Let me undress
you.”

Her
only response is a nod.

I feel
the texture of her silk dress the pure delicate material under my fingertips,
then falling from her shoulders pooling at her feet. “My sweet girl just
transformed into a vixen.” Placing a wet kiss on her bare shoulder.

She
inhales and takes a small step back. “I always wanted to do this.” As she
reaches up and slowly releases my bow tie, then seductively pulls it from my
tux and leisurely tosses it away. Immediately my shirt is next, each button one
by one opens and her fingers mischievously grace against my hyper-sensitive
skin.

“Nathan,
mine forever.” Radiating desire her eyes blazing as they slam into mine.

“Oh,
baby you don’t know? I’ve been yours forever.” My cock screaming for release,
in agreement. I slowly lower her panties, if you can call them that a scrap of
white material, and slide it down her legs, smelling her arousal. A new level
of desire is unleashed. My pants are off in record time. “Let yourself feel,” I
whisper and lay her on the bed. “Close your eyes, baby, trust me.” As I admire
her deep dips and curves in all the right places.

“I
trust you.” Her eyes closing, her hair spilling over the pillow, the peaks of
her nipples harden without a single touch.

I open
the ice bucket and take one sliver, holding it between my teeth. I climb her
gorgeous body, my lips knowing exactly what to do.

“Oh
God.” Startling her.

My
first touch is her mouth, running the sliver over her luscious lips, her mouth
falls open where I placed the small chip of ice on her tongue, followed by
feathery strokes with my tongue. Dragging my mouth from hers.

“Feel
me, baby?” Focusing totally on her. Another sliver landing on her neck, sliding
it down in between her breasts. Her ragged breathing only heightening my own
need.

“So
good, again.”

As I
admire her gloriously naked. “Eager, baby?” A fierce flair of yearning consumes
me.

“I
can’t get enough, hurry,” she begs

“Stop
rushing me.” I chuckle as a whisper in her ear. Feeling the power of her
searing need.

Another
melting cube slides down to her breast, and she gasps. I lightly swirl each
nipple.

And
watch her face with fierce possession. “Lower?

“Can’t
wait,” she replies in between pants.

“Nice
answer.” Grasping her knees and spreading them apart, I’m between her thighs.
The cube is long gone, Lips grazing her, licking her. I reach for the frozen
torment and bury it in her sweet pussy.

Her
back arches, while I torment her as the ice hits her with the scorching
combination of my heat and the cold cube. Building a gripping sensation
completely new, completely ours. “Like it?

“I love
it.”

Continuing
my appreciation of her body, she was flying apart in my hands, as promised.

“I need
you, Nathan.”

“One
more indulgence.”

“Yes,
oh yes.” Delighted with her anticipation. I reach for the small bullet vibrator
and adjust it to the essential speed, I feel her quivering from the sound.

Positioning
it right on her clit as my tongue plays around the edges. My greedy mouth
taking possession. Mine.

“Jesus,
Nathan, I’ve never…” Lost in her senses, incoherent sounds coming from above,
her orgasm builds. Waves of pleasure taking over. “Nathan, I’m coming, it’s too
much.”

“Hold
on tight and feel the pleasure.” Preparing her for the potency I knew this would
bring. The sound of my name shattering from her lips is beyond words. I feel
her recover, and know round two is about to begin.

Allowing
my cock to cushion against her hot wet heat, I surge into her body, filling her
while ripples of pleasure overtake me in a tidal wave. She’s matching my
rhythm, stoking the fire between us.

Reckless
savage lust fueling me to take her harder, faster, relentless fucking, our
bodies pounding. How far can I go? “So close, I’m so close.” I warn. “Baby, get
ready for a wild ride.” Bare, reckless passion while I withdraw and slid back
home again. My assault stirs into a primal need. Forcing myself to hold on to
the headboard for leverage, I give all of me.

“Oh,
Nathan, I’m there.” Her cry of release consuming her climax, her entire body
convulsing with her orgasm.

“Fuck,
Bryer, bring me home.” I was filling her with all the love I had. This time,
felt like the closest I’ve ever been to another soul. I lay in her arms not
knowing how to share this discovery. Cupping her soft blonde curls, as we both
downshift to reality. We lay in each other’s arms, quiet sensuality brewing
between us.

“Fiancé,
I notice you still have several other options on the nightstand here.” She
tilts her head to the right.

“All
for you,” I challenge.

“Can’t
wait.” The tease.

“Stamina
contest again, sweetheart? You have yet to win this game.”

“Shameless,
am I?” Loving every second of her after-play.

“I’ll
say.” Nibbling on her ear.

“Sleep,
then round two pronto.”

The arrival
of breakfast wakes me with a light knock on the door, I wanted an early start.
I have one more surprise up my sleeve. Vegas is a place unlike anywhere else,
so sleeping beauty needs to wake.

“C’mon, beautiful,
time to wake up.”

She
squints one eye open with her hair strung over her face. “Says who?

“Guilty
as charged.” Taking in the sight of her.

“One
would think you had some top-secret plot?” Her mouth curves into a smile

“Seize
the moment, baby. Shower and get dressed.” Ripping the comforter off her sweet
body.

“Sheet’s next,” I
warn.

“No,
I’m up.”

As I
watch her make it to the bathroom.

Only
thirty minutes later, my girl is ready, Fuck, a tight faded jean skirt, strides
towards me as I notice the too-tight Rolling Stones T-Shirt, with a huge tongue
on the front. I’ve never seen this before. “Love the tongue, is that a hint?”
Running my finger around the edges of the graphic.

“As if
you needed one.”

“I’ll
say.” Grabbing her hand, I feel the ring, my ring. I bring her hand to my lips
and kiss it fondly.

We grab
the next available cab, it’s a quick trip as we pull up to the High Roller.

“You
come up with the most outrageous ideas,” she says, nodding.

“Indulge
me.”

She
glances up at me with a wary eye. “Have we ever discussed boundaries?”

Obviously
combating her nerves. “Nah, not my thing.” Grabbing her hand, dragging her out
of the car, chucking to myself when I hear a moan. I buy the tickets, and out
of nowhere Mr. “All Eyes” is checking out my new fiancée, then he speaks.

“It’s
slow right now, night time is the most popular time to come,” he continues
speaking, but not to me only to Bryer.

There’s
a reason for my timing, dumb ass.

“The
High Roller is 550 feet tall, and 520 feet in diameter, it’s the world tallest
Ferris wheel,” he continues.

What
the Fuck, with a capitol F.

“It was
opened on March 31, 2014.”

“Oh,”
Bryer comments. “Is it safe?”

“Oh
yes, most people stand in the spherical cabin and look out the glass windows,
admiring the view facing North and South.”

“Yeah, I
won’t be doing that,” she says, knowing she most certainly will, and she’ll be
screaming my name at the same time.

“The
wheel takes thirty minutes to complete one full rotation.” He leans in even
closer.

“That’s
all the time we’ll need.” Holy Jesus, is he going to stop? I pull her away in a
huff, grabbing the tickets.

“What
was that?” she innocently questions.

“You
make friends wherever I go. Imagine that.”

“Your
idea, babe.”

~ ~ ~

We step
into the large glass enclosure, it’s quite impressive. And the doors close.

“We
have this all to ourselves?”

Silly
question. “Yeah, he said it was slow during the day.” I smirk.

And it
starts to move, the higher we climb the closer I approach her. There’s a charge
of excitement.

I’m
positioned behind her as we admire the view that becomes more spectacular as we
climb. “Put your hands flat on the window.”

She
turns her head slightly looking into my eyes, questioning. But her hands are
there.

I’m
plastered to her body, my front to her back grinding into her ass. All thoughts
become pointless but one.

“If you
keep this up, I’ll have my wicked way with you,” she threatens.

“I’m
counting on it.”  Chuckling at the sight of her goose bumps. Sliding both
hands beneath her too-tight skirt until I reach her panties, I slide them down,
admiring her flawless skin. My fingers find their way to her pussy. “Jesus,
you’re so wet.” As I play in her folds, only skimming her clit. An enticing
image of what is beneath is making my cock crave freedom. Her head leans back
on my chest and I see her eyes close in ecstasy.

“You
make me wet, Nathan.” Breathless energy building.

Lifting
her skirt, I slide the panties down her legs, and she eagerly steps out. My
zipper is down and my cock free, I start to stroke myself, admiring her perfect
ass. I nudge her legs apart and position myself at her entrance, playing in her
slick heat.

“Bend
over, Bryer.” As she arches her back to better receive me. I slowly glide in. A
familiar hot sensation squeezing me, I won’t last long if I drown in her
delight. Molded against her, I pick up the rhythm resting my hands on top of
hers, holding them in place, yet a feeling of connection surfaces, instead of
the need for control. “Watching you from this angle is X-rated, baby.” 

“The
view isn’t so bad from here either.”

Gripping
her hips to accept me as my force becomes harder. How can I get that shirt off
her? And with one hand, I slide under her shirt, touching her moist back and
unclasping her bra. Her full tits release naturally, I’m kneading one and then
the other. The sight of her tits swaying in the rhythm of my thrust is bringing
me closure sooner than I want. I want to make it good for her too.

I reach
around, circling a loving attack on her clit. Her moans answering me.

“Make
me come, Nathan.”

Fuck.
All my resilience going up in smoke.

“Follow
me, baby.” Relentlessly moving her hips against mine, we both come at the same time,
shouting each other’s name, or something. A naughty smile on my face as I hand
her a few tissues I had in my pocket for this exact purpose, the look is
priceless.

“Here,
put these back on, fiancée.” As I hand her the scrap of material she calls panties.

My
phone rings, unknown. “Not again.” If it’s the viper lawyer again, they’ll be
collateral damage.

“Mr.
James, I’m calling on the behalf of the prosecuting attorney’s office.”

“Not
now.”

~Bryer~

He is
seriously stunning, I admire him seated next to me on the flight home. Engaged.
Midwestern girl catches city playboy. I never knew my capacity to love until
this very weekend. Everything was suddenly clear, my future, my life, my man.

I text
Gen while we waited at the gate, mainly to tease her.

Bryer
: Engaged

Tumblina:
Shut the fuck up

Bryer
: I shit you not.

Tumblina
: Details

Bryer
: Too much to tell
now

Tumblina
: Ring?

Bryer
: Yes, there is one.”

Tumblina
: Oh for God’s sake,
is it big? Small?”

Bryer
: Yellow Diamond

Tumblina
: Damn you must give
great head

Bryer
: You did NOT just
say that.

Tumblina
: I most certainly
did, just call me when you get home.

“Hey,
baby, do you want anything?”

The
private flight attendant stands waiting for my answer.

“Water,
please.”

“Make it
two, then lunch later.” He barely notices her mooning. I’m not a fool I
understand why she would, although I was hoping this big rock shining on my
finger may deter them.

It
doesn’t.

“So.”
Reaching for my hand.

“You
have all of my attention.” Turning to meet him eye-to-eye.

“I know
who you’re picking as your maid of honor, I assume you know who I’m choosing as
my best man.”

Raising
a brow, subliminally sending me his concern. “Ahh I see the problem,” I say.

“Why
don’t we invite them to dinner, and the four of us can lay down some ground
rules?”

“Behavior
boundaries?” I chuckle. This should be interesting, like catching a greased pig
amusing. “You’re thinking about the wedding already?” A little surprised. “I’m
listening.”

“Destination
wedding, beach, just a few close friends.” A slow and sexy smile appears,
knowing the idea would appeal to me.

“Do I
have a Groom-zilla on my hands?” Matching his playfulness.

“Looks
that way.” As he reaches over and tickles me, knowing I’m strapped in and can’t
escape.

The
flight is very comfortable, and we were treated like royalty, but now we’re
home, and real life kicks in. I purposely left my mother’s journal at home,
because I’m slightly anxious if this experience is going to be a positive one,
or will haunt me forever. I’m leery about what her next entry will be about.

Me.

Nathan
wanted to stop by the gym, I have the house to myself. So I head for the
bedroom, curl up with the journal in my hand and open to where I left off.

Telling David I was
pregnant was nothing compared to Mom and Dad. I didn’t know what to expect.
David did the honorable thing and asked me to marry him. I know I’m only
eighteen, but it feels like the right thing to do. We both agree. We have a
plan he’ll work for his father’s insurance company, mentor him until he’s ready
to go out on his own, he has a bright future. I always wanted to be a nurse,
maybe I could go to night school.

Mom and Dad told me
to give the baby up, that he/she would be better off. But, I would never give
this baby up for adoption, and they can’t make that decision for me. We will
love this child more than any other parents would.

They had a fight
later that night, it was one of the worse. I felt bad, knowing I may have been
the cause. Dad’s drinking is becoming obvious to others outside the family now.
I can’t wait until I’m out of here.

David’s parents
offered the small apartment above his uncle’s store. David’s already moved in,
waiting for me, well for us to get married, then I’ll join him. We haven’t set
a date but it will be soon. I told him the Justice of the Peace is fine, but he
wants something more. I love him. He wants to take care of me.

And I’ll let him.

Mary

This doesn’t come as a
surprise, I was preparing myself for it. But what I didn’t anticipate was the
love they had for me. They wanted me, they were looking forward to my birth,
and they were in love. Should I read on? I know I could read the entire journal
in one sitting. It’s tempting but I also want to savor it. Silly, but it’s as
if she’s here with me.

I sit in silence,
recalling the events over the past several weeks. I have been put to the test,
drowning in the waters of the past, driving out the negativities that tend to
strangle me, even in the present. Wrapping my arms around myself and tipping my
forehead to rest on my knees. I feel like a solider from battle, and my future
is in sight.  

Then Nathan, the
total opposite of the spectrum, taking me to heights I didn’t know existed.
When I’m with him, I don’t have to try to be happy, I just am.

Mark Twain, my
favorite quote.

“The
two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you
find out why.”

I’m closer to the why
for the first time in my life. As long as I have my friends and Nathan, I know
I’ll be happy. My phone rings, breaking me out of this surreal moment.

Gen’s name lighting
up the screen.

“Hello stranger.”

I deserve that. “Hey,
best friend, I’m glad you called, I have a favor to ask.”

“Ask away,” Gen says
with a smile in her voice.

“Would you be my maid
of honor?”

“Of course, I’d
disown you if you didn’t ask.”

“Destination, Gen.”

She squeals in
excitement. “I want to help plan. Theme,
Uncensored
.”

Typical Gen. “What
does that even mean? That’ll never happen, and Nathan wants to be involved
too.”

“I guess we could let
him help, he redeemed himself with your birthday party planning. Well,
considering.”

“Clayton is the best
man.” I just bite the bullet.

“The buffoon?” She
gasps.

“You’re insane, Gen,
he’ll be fine. In fact, we want to take you both out to dinner and chat about
the wedding plans, over the weekend?”

“Exasperating man,
but for you, I won’t let my feelings get in the way. He’s such a loser.”

“I’ll take it, I’ll
let you know the details.” Cringing at the many scenarios playing out in my
head.

We must have spent
the next hour talking about Cash, filling her in on that ordeal. And the magical
proposal Nathan arranged.

~ ~ ~

“Where are we meeting
them?” I ask, nervously picking the polish off my nails, I can see Nathan
glance over watching me.

“The Tenderloin Room,
in the City,” he says.

Ignoring my actions,
he must feel it too. “The T-Room, perfect, it’s way too elegant for a
disaster,” I say

“Don’t count on it.”
Nathan jokes.

We arrive first, a
drink is in order prior to the tornado blowing in. Nathan arranged for a table
on the upper level. I love the beautiful high end atmosphere, yet retaining the
look of a bygone era. Nathan follows, guiding me with his hand firmly on my
back. As we order drinks, I see Gen and order a lemon martini. I may encourage
excessive drinking tonight.

“You two make a very
hot couple,” Gen says, in place of hello.

“Clayton’s going to
be a little late, Nathan just got a text,” I say.

“Imagine that,” Gen
says with a slight roll of the eyes.

We enjoy our first
round then I notice out of the corner of my eye—dark gray suit, silver tie,
blond hair in place, and big brown eyes lighting up approaching us. Jesus, I
didn’t know he had it in him. And as I look back at Gen, neither did she.

Nathan just smirks.

“Sexy, huh?” Claytons
says, eyeing her meticulously.

“This will only work
if you don’t talk,” she starts.

But I see her
noticing every detail as he stands a hair too close. “Play nice,” I cut in.

The waitress
approaches. “Oh hi, Clayton.” Awkward, but she takes his drink order.

“You know her?” I
stupidly ask.

“Yeah, I tapped that a
couple months ago.” Clayton smirks.

“Arrogant ass.” A
look of contempt obvious.

Oh Hell.

“Dial it down, both
of you.”

I hear Nathan say.

“As you both know.”
Nathan taking control. “We’ve decided on a destination wedding, Kauai is the
plan.”

Waitress returns with
Clayton’s first drink, and our second round. Yep, encouraging the drinking.

“Wow, definitely not
one of my better calls, I hope she didn’t spit in my drink,” Clayton says as
she walks away.

“You really don’t know
what you’re doing, do you?” Nathan asks Clayton, leaning in as if we can’t
hear.

“Golden Boy.” As she
points a finger. “You are fucking mental.”

He huffs, with a
smile as if the she just said, let he games begin.

“Are you undressing
me with your eyes?” Looking her square in the eyes.

“Don’t flatter
yourself.”

I lean into Nathan,
whispering, “Oh yeah, definitely a bad idea.”

“Looks that way,” he
whispers back.

“Let’s order then get
back to the wedding. That’s why we are here, right?” All heads nod.

Nathan waves the
waitress over.

“This might get
weirder,” Clayton warns.

The waitress looks
pissed, I hope she’s not cooking our food.

“Four Pepperloin a la
Tenderloins with your famous sauce, and your best sides.” Nathan orders without
asking anyone what they want.

All eyes narrow at
him.

“Where was I? Kauai,
CoCo Palms Resort where you both would have your own bungalow, and it has a
chapel on the grounds.”

“Hold up would you,
when is this happening?” Clayton interrupts.

“One month from
today, the first of the month. Is there a problem, Clayton?”

“I need time to
organize my work load. Ask for time off and how long will we be gone?”

“I’m your boss,
Clayton, so your vacation time is approved. You two are staying 5 days, Bryer
and I ten.”

“Fine. I’m not wearing
a penguin suit, right?”

“Uncultured swine,”
Gen throws in.

“Afraid so, buddy.”
The look priceless.

“Do you think you two
could keep the word vomit down to a minimum?” My patience thinning.

“Yes, I can handle
the goon,” Gen answers.

“Looks like we have
something in common, word vomit.” Clayton smiles, looking at Gen.

Dinner arrives, and
everyone is quiet for nine minutes straight.

Okay note to self,
keep them apart as much as possible. Feed them, provide lots of alcohol.