Forever Together (Forever Love #2) (22 page)

"Brady." She sighs and for a minute I think she's dreaming again. I gotta be honest, I get a kick outta the thought that she's dreaming about me. She blinks her eyes open and I get even more of a kick that I'm the first thing she thinks about on waking up. "Did we fall asleep?" She asks softly, taking a yawn.

"Uh huh."

"What are you smiling about?"

"You love me." I smirk.

"W-what?"

"You fucking love me. You said it, no take backs."

"When?" A frown mars her forehead and I rub my finger against it to set it straight.

"When you were sleeping." I shrug.

"That doesn’t count, Brady." She rolls her eyes and I straight away grab her face, cupping it in both my hands.

"Hey, I love you ok. I love you so fucking much I get a pain right here." I thump my chest to get my point across. "I'm not gonna fuck up again Cinders. We're for keeps. Forever together."             

Her eyes are wide and darting from side to side as if looking for an escape. Nuh uh, not this time Cinders. She gnaws on her lip and
I’
i
d give fucking anything to be able to see inside her head right now
,
to know what she's thinking about. For a few moments we just stare at each other. If someone walked in right now they'd probably think we'd gone off at the deep end. Just when I start to get nervous, thinking her eyes are gonna roll into the back of head or some shit with how intensely they're looking at me, the most beautiful, heart stopping smile spreads across her face.

"I love you Brady." Her voice is so quiet but I still catch it. "I really really do."

I lay my forehead against her and hell if I don’t feel like crying like a damn woman.

"My Cinders. Everything's gonna be ok you know."

"It’s gonna take a while."

"I know
but
i
I
t will. I’ll do anything to have you back, to fix this." I will, I’d saw my own arm off. She's worth it. "I can't live without you no more."             

"Me neither."

"You won't. Hey you know what this means, don’t ya?" I wiggle my eyebrows. "Make up sex." 

"You’re such a horn dog." She whacks me in the chest and I feign being hurt before scooping her up in my arms. "Yo, Brian!" I call out, listening for the telltale sound of claws scratching against the floor. He comes zooming in, a hat on his fucking head which I’m sure is down to Cindy's sister. "Come on boy."

"Brady where are we going?" Cindy squeals as I head to the front door.

"You think after you finally admitting you still love and finally giving us another fucking chance you’re not gonna be sleeping next to me tonight? Woman I am gonna rock your world tonight."

Chapter 16

Brady (Again)

"You taste good." I mumble against Cinders lips.

She tastes like a mixture of chocolate and coffee, basically a Mocha. I got my very own Mocha Cinders sitting in the passenger seat of my truck. My tongues in her mouth, my hands on her ass and life’s pretty damn good.

"Uh huh." She whimpers, pulling at the ends of my hair. She doesn’t have to do that. I don’t think I can get any closer to her, I’d fucking climb down her throat if I could and live in her stomach. Course I'd have to climb out and kick some guy’s ass every now and again when he hit
’
s on my girl.

I squeeze her firm round butt and growl. Only she could turn me into a caveman with just a thought. I feel like clubbing her over the head and dragging her back to the cave by her feet. Instead I gotta go to a teeny bopper birthday party cause I’m trying to be a good boyfriend and shit.

Seriously, I always thought being a good boyfriend was giving my woman as many orgasms as possible and making her as happy as can be. Why the fuck she'd be happy going to Avery’s boring ass birthday I don’t know. Apparently it’s the family thing to do and we can't lie in bed for another day. I call bullshit.

There a tapping behind me and I swear to God if douchebag Noah’s standing there I'm gonna knock his teeth out. I certainly don’t give two flying fucks if he’s all gummy in his Wedding pictures.

There's more knocking and I feel Cinders tense up in my arms. I blink my eyes open to see what's up with her. I can't see much because I'm basically attached to her face and shit but her eyes are like fucking saucers. I pull away with a frown. What the hell is wrong with her? Looks like she's seen a ghost.

"Cinders." Her eyes don’t meet mine; they're just staring past my head.

I turn around and find myself face to face with a person. No, that’s not a person
,
that’s a fucking giant. He's waving his hands around in the air and throwing daggers at me
with his eyes
. I swear his heads like the size of the tires on my truck.

"The lights turned green." Cinders points out. When the hell did that happen? "He doesn’t look too happy."

I look in the rearview mirror behind me and see the line of cars going down the street, some blaring their horns. I didn’t even hear all this going on I was too wrapped up in my handful and mouthful of Cinders.

"Time to go." I quip, pressing my foot down squealing away.

Yeah I'm willing to throw down when I gotta but I'm too pretty for this shit and I’m definitely not getting into a fist fight in my woman’s presence. That’s just not how I roll. I look in the wing mirror to see behind me. The guy that was at my window’s straightening up. That was a close call. He looks about seven feet tall.

"Damn girl, that mouth of yours is gonna get me into trouble one of these days."

That gets a giggle which eventually turns into a full on belly laugh. You know the kind that racks your whole body and takes your breath away? I wish I knew what was so damn funny cause I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my joke.

"I can't believe that just happened." She wheezes out, a wide smile splitting her face.

"Did you see that guys face? I thought I was gonna end up his bitch." I’m not even exaggerating either.

"Next time let's leave the kissing for when we're actually parked and not when we hit a red light. I wouldn’t want your pretty face to get hurt." Oh now she's asking for it.

"I coulda took him." I pout. I coulda. I'd have just junk punched him. That move always works.

"Ok." She says with a roll of her eyes.

"Damn, I've got moves women. I got killer moves. These guns of steel could
a
of
took him down in a heartbeat."

That gets more laughs. Fucking charming.

I turn into Cindy’s street and the first thing I see is her parents’ house. I mean sure technically Cindy still lives there but she's spent every day for the past two weeks with me so I'm assuming she's moved out. If she hasn’t I'll have to fucking let her know that she has. Anyway, the house looks like Barney puked up on it. All purple balloons and silver banners saying 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY'.

"Oh she is not gonna like this." Cindy mumbles staring at the house while I park up.

"Why not?" I shrug. Personally I think it's hideous but I guess a seventeen-year-old girl might like it. Never been one though so I guess I'll never know thank fuck.

"Avery doesn’t like attention."

"Well I don’t think anyone could miss this."

I jump out and stride round the other side to let my woman out cause I’m all gentlemanly and shit. I lift her down, making sure to cop a feel as I do. What can I say? She’s got one hell of an ass.

I’m about to kiss her when I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me.              

Seriously, why does nobody want me to kiss my girl? I turn around to find Luke standing there, hand
s
on hips and giving me some kind of disapproving look. Well he can fuck himself, I remember walking in on him and Christine Hoppman in the boy’s locker room once so he can take his hypocritical ass inside.

"Move out the way Cooper." He says, bouncing me out the way and taking his sister into his arms. "Where ya been Cindy?"

"Oh I've just been with Brady."

"So it’s true then, the lovebirds are back together."

"Uh huh, it's true." I pull Cindy back to my side, wrapping my one arm tightly around her. "Not gonna be changing either."

That seems to get him laughing. I don’t know what the hell’s going on today with people laughing at me but I know I’m not that fucking funny so I’m starting to get pissed. I stand there for a good two minutes completely straight faced while dickhead over there gains his composure.

"Ah, good to see your ugly ass back in the fold, Cooper." He claps me on the back before pulling my woman into his side and walking towards to house.

"Guy’s lucky he’s her brother or I'd lay his ass out." I mumble to myself, not giving a fuck if they hear or not.

I quickly grab Avery’s present, wrapped in silver shiny paper and follow Cinders and her brother into the house which looks as bad inside as it does outside. There’s silver banners everywhere, balloons hanging on fucking everything. The faint sound of Justin Bieber comes from the backyard and we follow it.

I walk past a pretty tasty looking birthday cake even if it is in the shape of a purse. Seriously, nobody’s gonna miss the candy buckle, right?

"You're here!... Brady Cooper, stay away from that cake, I can see you eyeing it."

"Me?" I point to myself and put my most innocent expression on for Deena who just popped out of fucking nowhere. Can't a guy just eat a whole birthday cake that’s not for him in peace?

"Uh huh, I can practically see the drool on your chin. You can have a slice later. There's burgers outside."

"Did you say burgers? Never mind that, Avery won't notice if you give me a little slice."

"Shoo outside with you. You’re late already and you'll miss Baileys show."

I take the hint and head outside, greeting everyone as I go and wishing the birthday girl a Happy Birthday while keeping an eye on Cinders. Trust me, if you saw that little blue sundress she's wearing, you would be too! After giving Cindy's grandma a loud wet kiss on the cheek and narrowly avoiding that lethal stick of hers, I head towards the barbecue, manned by Jim.

"Jim, I hear there's burgers!"

"Yep, should be done in about five minutes son."

I peek at the grill and wish I’d have stayed the hell inside. Not only have they shrunk to the size of a nickel but I’m damn sure they were done five minutes ago. This guys a worse cook than Cinders and that’s saying something. I hear a squeaky voice and turn around.

"Give me an A! Give me a V! Give me an E! Give me a..." The little miniature cheerleader frowns.

"R! It’s R damn it!" Avery shouts at her little sister, looking pretty pissed.              

"Oh yeah. Give me an R! Give me a Y! Happy birthday Avery WOOHOO!" Bailey runs around in a circle before throwing the pink and white pom poms up in the air.

Oh shit, just as I think Avery couldn’t look any more pissed, one bops her right on head.

"Oh crap!"

I spin around to see Jim holding a burger with a pair of tongs. All would be normal except the burgers on fucking fire. Yep I think I'm gonna move. This face is way too pretty to get burnt.

I make a quick exit, leaving Cindy's Dad cursing and stamping on the fire burger. I hope the cakes soon, I’m hungry and there ain’t no way I’m eating anything that’s cooked by Jim.

"Cinders." I say low, coming up behind my woman and wrapping my hands around her waist. "That dress is killing me."

"You do realize my whole family is in this backyard."

"Wow you really know how to take a guy’s boner away."

"Yeah and my Grandmothers sitting about five feet away."

"Yep that'll do it."

She laughs as I blow a raspberry into her neck. The smell of strawberry’s makes me even more hungry than I was. I lick the skin just below her earlobe, ignoring the squeal that comes out of her. She might smell like strawberries but she tastes like woman. My woman. Fuck, I love her. I love her more than the air I breathe and the food I eat. I love her more than my truck. I love her more than Brian though don’t go telling him that. The thing I love more than anything though is that she’s back in my arms, she’s back where she belongs, she’s back with me.

Fuck if the past two weeks haven’t been fucking ace. I guess some sappy asses would call it the Honeymoon period, when everything’s sex, love and more sex. If it didn’t fuck me up so much being without her, I'd break up with her for a day every couple of months just to get this feeling. My dicks rubbed raw, my hearts alive and hell if this isn’t shaping up to be the best Summer of my life.

I give Cinders a sloppy kiss just below her ear before reluctantly letting her go.

"Be two secs, just gotta go take a leak."

"Ok hurry though. The cakes coming out soon and I have a bet with Luke over whether or not Avery's gonna shove Baileys face in it."

"Huh, well I gotta get me some of that. Ten dollars she does."

"Ok." She laughs.

I traipse inside, giving the cake a good ten second glance. It looks tasty as hell. I wonder what flavor it is. If it’s buttercream then I don’t give a shit if it’s Avery’s birthday, that baby's all mine.

I head for the downstairs bathroom, humming the tune to Wrecking Ball and wanting to stab my own fucking ears out. This is why I don’t hang with teeny boppers; you know besides the obvious reason. You get their damn annoying songs stuck in your head and before ya know it your whipping your hair back and forth to Willow Smith and wearing Belieber shirts. Fuck. That. Shit.

I slip into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and unbuckling the Hermes belt at my waist. While most people consider aftershave and wallets as stocking fillers, my Mom likes to break the bank
and
fill them with expensive shit I'll never use nor need. The leather is super soft though. Did I mention that she likes her presents to turn you gay as well?

After pissing out the five bottles of Gatorade I drunk this morning, I zip back up, wash my hands and head back out.

I don’t even get the door completely open before I’m shoved back in the bathroom, a hooded figure coming towards me. Just as I’m about to go all Kung Fu Panda on whoever-the-fucks-face the hoods pulled down revealing the asshole underneath. You have gotta be kidding me.              

"Tucker." I growl. "What the hell is up with you?!"

"Sorry man, had to catch you unawares. There’s eyes fucking everywhere."

"Are you high?"

"Dude this is a covert operation." He throws his hands in the air looking even more like a guy with a few nails short of a toolbox than he already does.

"I repeat, are you fucking high? Get the hell outta here. I don’t want someone seeing us coming out the bathroom together. Do I look like Ricky Martin?"

"Calm down." Is he serious right now? "Listen I wanted to speak to you without nobody hearing. We got things to discuss."              

"In the bathroom?"

"Desperate times, man, desperate times."

I throw my hands in my hair and pull the ends. Maybe I’m having a nightmare. Maybe I slipped, banged my head and now I’m having a damn nightmare.

"What the hell’s going on then? And just so you know you're waiting five minutes until you come out after me."

"Ok, ok. So the plan for Travers bachelor party was a bar crawl, right? I found something better. It’s amazing."

"I’m listening." It’s not like I have a choice or anything.

The crazy ass one reaches into his pocket, pulling out a scrap of folded up paper and shov
es
ing
it into my face. I take it from him and straighten it out, frowning at what I’m looking at.