Page 73 of Give Me Forever Love

I walk into the quiet apartment, remembering how Kat said she hated it. She’s never told me that before, but as I look around, I can see what she means. I never decorated this place myself. It came this way, fully furnished, and I didn’t care to change it. I was at the club and the loft more, so the apartment didn’t matter to me.

I lean back against the door and cross my arms. My eyes roam over the cream-colored couches that are comfortable, but like K said, you’re scared to mess them up. The big dining room table on the left side of the room with more seats than needed. The kitchen, which would be great for someone who cooks, but neither of us does, and Lou isn’t here much anymore.

The only thing I really like is the floor-to-ceiling window and the TV, which I did buy. This place could be in a home and garden magazine, but it fits neither of our personalities. I’m rustic and like darker furniture. K is colorful and likes bohemian style just like Mugs & Books.

I bring my tongue to the roof of my mouth.

I’m going to sell this place and find us a home.

It’s time.

I push off the door and head upstairs. The bedside light puts off a warm glow in the room and K faces the bathroom. I walk in quietly, not wanting to wake her, but as soon as I sit down to remove my shoes, she sits up.

Her hair falls around her face and chest. She wears my T-shirt, which I love. I wonder if she did it to be close to me, or if she is still angry because I fucked up?

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” I reply.

She tosses the comforter off. “I’m so sorry.” She walks toward me. I reach my arms out.

“I’m sorry,” I say as she sits and straddles my lap. My face goes to her hair, and I inhale everything that is K. “I messed up today. I know that.”

“I didn’t mean the things I said,” she cries into my neck.

“Baby,” I say, grabbing her head and moving her away so I can see her face. “Don’t cry.”

“I said I didn’t like you and that you only sold Red to get out of prison. That’s not true and I know better. I know you gave it up to have a life with me. I know that you were scared to fall in love with me and I know that asking me to marry you wasn’t easy. I was just being mean.”

I shake my head at this beautiful woman. “You’re crazy, girl.”

“I know.” Her shoulders shudder.

“And I’m fucking crazy for you.”

She smiles, regardless of her tears, and I kiss her because how can I not? She’s the best thing that ever came my way. Her lips taste like salt. Her fingers move my hat off my head and scrape down between the strands of my hair as she grips.

I reach down and pull her shirt up and over her head, breaking our kiss so I can remove it. Her breasts sit firmly, begging to be touched. I grip one of them and suck the other. She grinds her hips against my hard cock. I lick and suck before switching over to the other one, not wanting to play favorites.

She reaches down and undoes my belt and button before carefully pulling my zipper down. My cock springs free from my briefs and she fists it, making me groan.

“I need to feel you,” she whispers.

I reach down and move her panties to the side, sliding a finger over her opening and making sure she’s ready.

“Damn,” I moan. “Come on.”

She sits up, holding on to my shoulders, and then she slides down on top of me as I hold on to my dick. My head falls back at how amazing she feels; she rides me until she comes, and I follow with teeth-biting and nail-scratching pleasure.

We breath heavy and kiss like we haven’t seen one another in weeks.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

I smile as I feel over her hand and touch her ring. She put it back on.

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