Saving Forever (The Ever Trilogy: Book 3) (37 page)

“Forever and always?” I said, not caring how desperate I sounded, how completely I was begging him.
 

“For forever, and after forever.”
 

When I heard the words I’d been waiting to hear, I sank down on him. We both moaned, and our foreheads touched as bliss shot through us. When hipbones met, his length sheathed totally within me, I leaned onto him and wrapped my arms beneath his neck, every inch of our bodies pressed together, flesh merged, breath joined, souls spiraling up and out to weave together, meeting once more, broken parts matched, jagged edges smoothed.
 

And then he gripped my hips in his and lifted me, pulling himself out of me, and then, after slight hesitation, drove up into me, bringing my hips down at the same moment. I cried out as his hot hardness filled me, as his body completed mine.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Talk to me, Ev. Dirty. The way you used to.”

I was weak from the overwhelming bliss of his driving hips as he set a slow, gentle rhythm, but I lifted up onto my hands, my fists in the comforter on either side of his head. I held still and let him move, let him do the work, let the force of our joining make my tits sway, and remembered how much he loved that, how much he loved watching my tits bounce. Soon I’d sit up and give him that, but not yet. First, I had to draw him out. He was still holding back.

I let my eyes fall closed as his cock slid in and out of my wet folds, slipping and sliding slow and smooth. “You want me to talk dirty?”

“Uh-huh,” he murmured.

“You like that, don’t you?” I demanded.

“So much. I love the things you say. Hearing how much you like what I’m doing.”

“Well, I need more, Cade. If you want me to talk dirty, you have to fuck me harder. It’s been so long since we’ve made love like this, and I need it
so
bad. I need more. I need you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked me, baby.”

He sighed and his hands clawed into my hips. “God, yes. You want me to fuck you harder?”

I nodded, unable to hold back from meeting his rhythm with my own counter-thrusts now. “Yeah, Cade. I need it harder. I need to feel your cock slamming into me. Take me, Cade. Take me however you want me. Fuck me any way you want me. I can ride you just like this, if you want. Or I can go onto my hands and knees, and you can fuck me doggy-style. I know you like that. Looking at my ass as you fuck me.” I curled backward, grinding my core against him. “I just need to know how much you want it.”

“I don’t want it,” Cade gasped. “I
need
it. Sit up for me, Ev. Let me see your tits bounce. Ride me until you come.”

I sat up and balanced on my shins, sitting back so his cock was stretched away, and he had to lift up off the bed to get deep into me. I rocked on him, lifting up and sliding down, my hands on my thighs.

His fingers danced up my stomach to my ribs, and I leaned forward slightly so he could reach me, gasping as he found my nipple and tweaked it, rolled it. His thrusts grew harder, our bodies merging with a jarring clash, and my boobs shook and swayed, and I watched his gaze follow their motion.
 

I felt a burgeoning heat inside me, made hotter by every powerful thrust of Cade’s huge hot cock. I moved with him, leaned forward with my hands on his chest, and rolled my hips to meet his strokes. My tits swayed and swayed, and I couldn’t look away from Cade, watching the passion take over, the pleasure hood his eyes.
 

Words poured and tumbled from my lips, no longer calculated to inflame but merely drawn from me by the perfection of our union. “Oh, god, Cade…oh, god. Oh, fuck. You feel so good, baby. I can feel you inside me. You’re so big, so hard. So thick and perfect.” I fell forward and bit his lip, whispered against his face. “I love the way you fuck me. I’ve missed this so much. You don’t even know how much I’ve missed this with you. It hasn’t been the same, but now it’s what I need. I’m getting close, Cade. I’m gonna come soon, and I’m gonna come hard.”

“Please, Ev. Come for me. Let me watch you come.” He held my hips and shoved me down into his thrusts, smashing deep and striking every nerve, pushing me toward the edge. “Come for me, baby.”

The “baby” thing was new for us, but I liked it. I felt myself nearing the edge, felt the heat billowing through me, felt the pressure expanding and the need deepening. I rocked with him, gasping and unable to speak except to swear and cry his name.

 
So that’s what I did.

And then he brought my tit to his mouth and sucked my nipple so hard it sent a twinge of almost-pain and all pleasure through me, pushing me over the edge.
 

I came with a hoarse scream. “Fuck, Cade! I’m coming…oh, shit, I’m coming. God, yes, fuck me, god, don’t stop…don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop. Never stop.” He spoke around my skin, and the heat of his breath made me whimper.
 

I exploded and my muscles contracted and I clung to him, grinding my core against his hard length.
 

And then he slowed, and stopped. I was shivering, wracked with post-orgasm tremors. “Why’d you stop?” I gasped.

He grinned at me. “My turn.”
 

My eyes widened as he sat up with me, moving me off him, and then rolled me to my stomach. He gently guided my hips back to him, so I had to shift my knees beneath me. He’d held back. I groaned deep in my throat as I felt him take my ass in his hands and caress it, his length nestled between my cheeks, thick and iron-hard. I breathed and waited, watching over my shoulder as he smoothed my skin under his hands, and then pulled me back, spread me apart, gripped his cock in his hands, and probed my soft wet entrance.

I twitched forward as he penetrated my core, sliding deep into me. Shoved back against him, my ass to his hipbones. “Now fuck me, Cade. Fuck me until you come.”

He pulled back, his eyes on mine, and then he grinned. “Hard?”

“So hard.”

He slammed home, and I whimpered. Pulling out, poised with just the thick head inside my pussy, he hesitated again, watching me. And then drove in hard, deep. I shrieked at the fullness, the perfection of his stroking cock sliding deep where it belonged. I’d already come, but he’d make me come again, I knew. Not until he’d come, though.

He withdrew and thrust hard again, and I rocked back to meet him. He groaned, a rumble in his chest, and his hands held my hips in a crushing grip, jerking me back against him. Hard, and hard, and hard, he fucked me. And I loved every single driving slide, let my voice go loud and fill the small room, encouraging him to fuck me harder, fuck me harder. And harder he did, our flesh slapping together as he began to lose himself, his moans coming nonstop now as he neared his release.
 

Except, he faltered, and then stopped. Pulled me backward until I felt the bed sliding up beneath my body, felt the carpet touch my toes. I groaned, needing friction and needing him to start again, needing to feel him come, needing the second climax I felt approaching.

Now he was standing up behind me, driving up and in so deep and so hard I felt him through every inch of my body, and I loved him for bringing me to this position. And then, when he leaned forward and put his lips to my ear, I loved him even more. I pushed up to rest my weight on my hand, bending at the waist to keep the delicious angle.
 

He was moving hard and fast now, his face sliding near mine, his breath coming in gasps, his cock filling me. I felt him thicken and harden more, if that was possible, and I felt his rhythm stutter.
 

“Oh, god, Ev. I’m coming…”

“That’s it,” I gasped. “Come inside me. Let me have it all. I’m close, too, baby, so don’t stop after you come. Keep fucking me until I come again.”

He slammed deep, once, and then thrust his hips flush against my ass and ground against me, growling and thrusting desperately. I felt him release inside me, felt him fill me with a gush of liquid heat, and I felt my core clench. His hand reached between my body and the bed, cupped my boob and squeezed it, then found my nipple as he started to move again, his throbbing cock moving inside me slow and deep. He was softening, but was still hard, and I moved against him, milking him for all I could, feeling my inside tense and coil.

He took both of my tits in his hands and pinched my nipples hard enough to make me gasp, twisting them until I writhed, and he moved with me, groaning and whispering my name.

 
“Ev. Ev. God, baby, come again for me. Let me feel it, right now.”

As if his words were a command, I exploded on him, crushing back against him. He released my nipples as I shrieked my orgasm, flicking them with his fingertips, and I felt everything inside me come apart, detonate, implode.
 

“Yes, Ev. Yes. Just like that. God, you’re so beautiful when you come. I love hearing the sounds you make.” He kept moving in me, with me, until I shuddered and went still. “I love you so much, Ev. So fucking much.”

He pulled out of me, and then helped me climb onto the bed. He pulled me into the nook of his arm, and kissed my temple. I turned my face to catch his lips, pressed a long, slow kiss. “
That
was what I needed. Just you. Us, just like that.”

“Me, too.”

I crashed then, weak and limp and deliriously happy, if only temporarily.
 

~ ~ ~ ~

I was awakened sometime around mid-afternoon by a text alert. Eden:
Can you and Caden come over? I have something to talk to you about.

I sighed, not wanting to let go of the illusion of perfect peace Caden and I had created. We’d made love twice more, sleeping in between and enjoying the kind of bare, unfiltered pillow talk that only comes during the afterglow of intense sex.
 

Sure
.
Be there soon.
I sent the text and then showed it to Cade, who’d been watching me with my phone.
 

He sighed deeply. “Okay, let’s go. Probably should shower, though.”

I giggled. “Yeah, probably. We both stink like sex.”

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me on top of him. “It’s a good stink, though. I love the way you smell after we’ve been fucking all day.”

I breathed in his scent. “I love it, too.” I rested my head on his chest. “I don’t want to get up. I want to stay here. Get you hard again.”

He growled. “Don’t tempt me.”

I shifted my hips to brush my core against him. I felt him hardening against me. “Too late.”

He rolled us over until he was on top of me. “Now you’re gonna get it.”

“Oh, good,” I breathed. “I was hoping I would.”

He pushed into me, slick and hard. “How is it this feels better every time? No matter how many times I do it, sliding into you never ceases to feel exponentially better than the time before.”

“That’s called true love, I think.” I held onto his ass as he moved, slowly and gently and rhythmically. “Just like this, yeah. Slow and gentle.”

We came almost right away that time. Silently, breathing each other’s breath, eating gasps and swallowing sighs, we clung together and shook.
 

When the shuddering after-quakes subsided, we climbed out of bed and took turns showering.
 

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting on the floor of Eden’s house, playing with the baby, laughing as she kicked her little legs and pawed the air with her little hands. Eden sat in the corner of the couch, watching us, Carter perched on the arm of the couch. They were holding hands, her palm resting on his thigh, his fingers tangled in hers.
 

With a deep breath, Eden spoke. “I’ve been thinking a lot. About everything.” She closed her eyes briefly, as if summoning courage. “And I’ve come to a decision. Please—please don’t say anything until I’m done, because this is really hard for me to say.”

Cade and I exchanged worried glances. “We’re listening,” I said. “And—whatever it is you’ve decided, I love you, Edie. No matter what. Okay?”

Eden nodded. “I know. And I love you. That’s why I think this is…best. For all of us.” Her eyes went to the baby, who, as far as I knew, didn’t have a name yet. “It’s about her. I think—I think—”

She cut herself off with one sharp hyperventilating breath. Carter squeezed her hand, and then moved his palm in circles on her back, brushing her hair out of the way.
 

Eden started again. She spoke without taking her eyes off the baby cooing on the floor. “I think you and Caden should adopt her.”

Nothing could have surprised me more. My eyes misted, and tears fell. “
What
? You want—Eden, why?”

Eden was fighting tears, too. “Be—because she should have been yours. If not for the accident, you’d probably have a baby by now. And…and—Jesus, I didn’t think this would be this hard.” She tipped her head back and wiped at her eyes. Leveled a look at me that spoke of renewed determination. “She should be yours. Yours to name. To raise.”

“Eden,” I said, searching for any kind of words, “I—are you sure? I mean, she’s—she’s your daughter.”

Eden shook her head. “No, that’s just it. It doesn’t feel…I don’t feel like she belongs to me.” A sob shook her. “I haven’t felt like she’s mine, not from the very beginning. And not now. It’s tearing me up inside, Ev. You don’t even know. I—I can’t raise her. She’s yours. Yours and—and Caden’s.” Her eyes went, for the first time, to Caden. “It’s the only…the only way.”

Cade’s voice rumbled as if from the bottom of a well. “You want us to raise her, or to adopt her legally?”

“Both.”

“That’s a huge decision, Eden.” Cade looked down at the baby. “For you. For us. And most of all, for her.”

“I know. But I think it’s right. For all of us.” She looked up at Carter, as if for courage. “I’m not ready for this. For parenthood. And you’ll never be able to—to have this. You could adopt, or foster. But…it won’t be the same. This is your blood, Ever.”

“She’ll have so many questions,” Cade said. “I don’t know if I could ever answer them.”

“We’ll all handle that when the time comes,” I said. “Regardless of whether we do this or not, she’d have questions as she got older. She looks so much like you, Cade, that no one could ever mistake her for anything but your daughter. She looks like us, too,” I gestured at Eden and me, “and that eventually would lead to questions. We don’t have to have the answers now, though. She’s just a baby.”