You Promised Me Forever (Forever Yours #1)(52)

Fuck, she feels good.

Her lips are tight as she sucks and licks, and I open my eyes. This is a must-see. Something I never thought would happen again. Amanda on the ground in front of me, my cock in her mouth. I bend my knees a little, sliding deeper, as deep as she’ll let me, and then I start to fuck her mouth in earnest. I dive my fingers into her hair, messing up her braid, clutching her head, steadying myself. Her fingers curl around the base of my dick, holding me there, squeezing me, and I swear to God, this is like every fucking dream I’ve had over the six years since she walked out of my life.

And now it’s actually happening.

I increase my pace, hips flexing, a growl leaving me. Her eyes meet mine, her gaze dark, her tongue flicking at the head of my dick again and again, and then an agonized cry leaves me. Just like that, I’m coming. Spurting on her tongue, dumping my load, all of those crude terms you can come up with for coming in a girl’s mouth, it’s all happening right now, and she’s swallowing every last drop. I’m fucking coming until my stomach muscles heave and I’ve got nothing else left inside of me.

My legs weak, I pull out of her mouth and collapse on the bed, rolling onto my stomach, my arms above my head as I close my eyes. My heart is racing, my breaths shallow, and I swallow hard, trying my damnedest to calm myself down.

I hear her moving, the mattress creaking when she joins me on the bed, and then she’s right there lying next to me, her hand on my shoulder, her fingers softly stroking.

“You okay?” She sounds worried.

I bury the laugh against my comforter and roll over on my side so I’m facing her. “I think you might’ve killed me dead.”

A smile teases her lips. “You look very much alive to me.”

“Just barely.” I hook my arm around her waist and pull her in close to me. “Thank you.”

I drop a kiss on her lips before she asks, “For what?”

“For that epic blowjob.”

“It only lasted a few minutes.” Now she sounds disappointed.

“You make me come too fast,” I tell her.

“You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“Is it?” I ask.

“Not to me.”

“Not to me either.”

“Glad we’ve been agreeing on everything tonight,” she says with a yawn as she stretches against me, her breasts rubbing against my chest. My dick stirs, and I mentally tell it to calm the fuck down.

“You want to stay the night?” I brace myself for her rejection. She has to work tomorrow. So do I. But I’ll get up early for her. Take her back to her place so she can shower and change, get ready for her day.

She’s worth the lack of sleep.

Amanda blinks up at me. “You don’t mind?”

I brush the hair away from her face, then reach behind her to grab the end of her mostly destroyed braid and pull the elastic off. Her hair is an absolute mess thanks to me. “Why would I mind? I asked you, didn’t I?”

“But you like your privacy,” she says, leaning her head to the side so I can finish undoing her messy braid.

“You can invade my privacy anytime you want.” I finish undoing the braid, then run my fingers through her silky hair, combing it until the tangles are gone.

“Really?” Her voice is soft. Her eyes are closed as I continue to play with her hair. She always did like that.

“Yeah. Give me more blowjobs like that and you’re in for life,” I tell her.

She laughs. So do I. She thinks I’m joking.

I’m not.

It’s not just the blowjobs. It’s the girl. Woman. After the incredible moment we just shared, it reconfirms my feelings. I want her back.

For good.





I didn’t fly to London with Jordan. He went with the team the day before I was scheduled to leave. He wanted me to go with him, but I couldn’t take the extra day off. I was already on the schedule at work, and they really needed me.

Work has been extra busy, and extra difficult, now that Cade is angry with me. He’s very cold when we work together, speaking to me only when he absolutely has to. On the last day before I left for London, he even switched me out with Lena so he wouldn’t have to work with me.

Secretly? I was glad. When Cade likes you, he’s sweet. When he’s mad at you and ready to shut you out of his life?

He’s awful.

But I didn’t let him get me down. Oh no. I was too excited about going to London, about spending time with Jordan in a foreign country. A place I’d always wanted to go, and now thanks to my ex-current-whatever-you-want-to-call-him boyfriend, he’s giving me the opportunity. I’ve been packing for days, constantly changing my mind, rushing out to buy new things, including a suitcase. I rarely use my credit card—debt terrifies me—but this trip is worth it to me to rack up a few charges. Nothing too out of control, though.

Thankfully, Jordan paid for my plane ticket, and he put me in first class. When I boarded the British Airways plane, took one look at the first class section with its individual compartments that also lay out flat so I could actually sleep, I had to contain myself from squealing with happiness.

After the long flight, I’m now in one of those iconic London black cabs I’ve only ever seen on TV or in the movies, headed for the hotel where we’re staying. We’re at the same hotel with the rest of the team, and Jordan and I are sharing a room.