Forbid Me(2)

By: M. Robinson

He was everything to me.

My heart.

My soul.

I was his…

My body.

My mind.

It had been and always would be that way.

Except, there was one problem. The same problem we’ve had since the beginning, and we were about to face it sooner than we thought.

The ocean breeze blowing the thin white curtains did little to cool the heat between us. I swear that girl had one temperature. Hot. Not in a good way either. But damn, she was so fucking adorable when she slept. She was always on my side of the bed, as close to me as possible, half of her body draped over mine. She didn’t weigh more than a hundred and five pounds wet, but she always managed to take up the entire bed, no matter what size it was. She claimed that lobsters were supposed to sleep like that.

I guess we were fucking lobsters.

I never understood half the shit that came out of her mouth, but I loved her despite it. She was much wiser than her years. No one was like Lily. Trust me I would know. I had fucked enough women in an attempt to get her out of my heart.

No one even came close.

No one.

“Hey, you leaving me?” she asked in a sleepy voice. She hated getting up early. The girl could sleep all morning if I let her.

I kissed her closed eyes and tried to scoot away. “Hell, yeah. I should have left last night.”

“Where would the fun be in that?” She grabbed the edge of my boxers and pulled me toward her.

“Give me a curl, it’s cold.”

I hesitantly laid my body on top of hers, caging her in with my arms framing her face. I could never say no to her, which had always been one of our problems.


She grinned not opening her eyes. “Mmm… so much better,” she sighed contently. “My friend is up.” She kissed my neck and along my jawline.

“I have to go.”

“No, you have to stay.”

“Kid—” She rocked her pussy against my hard cock, breaking my train of thought and flipping me over.

“The sun’s not even up yet. I’ve never seen Lucas get up before noon.” She tugged at my boxers, pulling them down and freeing my dick.

I should have thought about how things were different now. Lucas. The house. Everything, but I didn’t. I knew in the back of my mind that I would be regretting my decision to not leave, to stay here with her. That was the beauty of Lily, when I was with her nothing else mattered, everything faded to black but her.

Lily was my own personal inferno.

Consuming. Intense. Destructive.

She kissed her way down my chest. Never taking her eyes off mine, she slid my cock into her warm, welcoming mouth. My back arched off the bed and my hand went to the back of her neck, gripping and pushing her throat deeper down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I groaned, watching her naked body sway as she made love to me with her mouth. I sat up to get a better view and touch her, but before I even reached for her the door opened and I locked eyes with Lucas.

My heart dropped.

His murderous stare went from me to Lily, who was still…

Fucking. Blowing. Me.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” he screamed while he lunged toward me at the same time.

Lily shrieked, jumping off the bed, allowing me to back away just in time to try and cover her with my body. The sheer white sheet wasn’t doing much to shield her naked body. I fucking told her I needed to leave last night. I knew something like this was bound to happen.

“You need to calm down, Lucas,” I coaxed with my hands out in front of me, grabbing my boxers from the edge of the bed and throwing them on. Not that it helped our current situation. It couldn’t get any worse.

“Lucas, stop it! I love him!” Lily shouted behind me.

Fuck! Yes, it could.

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, all the color draining from his face.

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