Page 1 of Forever Yours

Prologue

Gabriel Atwood was in love. He thought love at first sight was only found in romance novels, but gave a mental shrug as he backed the hot blonde up against his hotel room door. He didn’t even know her name, that would come later, but he was in love. At the risk of sounding completely shallow—and completely male—she was all legs with a killer personality. That was all he needed to know right now.

He’d met her earlier in the evening at a bar in downtown Boston. After ending a semi-serious relationship a few months ago, Gabe hadn’t set out looking for any action that night. He was in town for a craft brewers convention, hoping to find some new IPAs for his bar, Finnegan’s, located in western Massachusetts, a small township called Amber Falls. He’d decided to go out to see where his last night in town would take him.

The fact that he’d fallen in love was unexpected. It blindsided him. Not in a bad way, if he let himself dwell on that feeling. He pushed the philosophizing away, focusing instead on getting her skirt off, but this damn leather skirt had to have buttons down the side.Who put buttons on leather? The mystery blonde swatted his hands away. Her shirt was already open. She was braless and breathtaking. She gave him a gentle shove and a slow smile.

“Pants off, please,” she requested with more politeness than he’d be able to muster now.

Gabe backed up toward the bed, his fingers fumbling on his fly as he watched her lean over and unbutton her skirt. She freed herself, then pushed the remainder of her clothes to the floor. She walked toward him, and he realized his fumbling hadn’t gotten him anywhere, his pants were still on, he was just standing there, speechless at the sight of her. Her long hair was falling over her breasts, obscuring them enough that he ached to see them uncovered, to see if they tasted of vanilla, the scent that had floated off her all evening. He gave up on his pants for the moment—he had to know. The only thought driving him forward was to know if she tasted like perfection. She tried to nudge him onto the bed, but he held still, running his hands over her backside and up to the nape of her neck, her skin prickling along the path his hands had taken. He moved her hair aside and brushed his thumbs over her nipples before taking one into his mouth. He knew now. He knew she was perfection and he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life.

Gabe hardened to an impossible degree when she moaned, his mind drifting to what she would taste like between her thighs. If this was perfection, that would be heaven. His mystery woman had somehow unbuttoned and pushed down his pants and he only noticed when she grabbed his cock and ran her sure hand up and down its length. She traced her thumb over the tip, swiping away the moisture, before raising it to her mouth to suck it off before resuming her strokes, almost bringing him to his knees.

“Now,” she whispered in his ear, and she pushed him to the bed, her long legs straddling him.

“Condom?” Gabe scratched out the word.

“I brought my own, hope that’s okay.” She flicked two of her fingers up, a wrapped condom between them.

Gabe wasn’t sure what turned him on more, the confidence that she exuded while tearing open and rolling the latex down his shaft, or that she’d taken complete control.

Her hands were planted on his chest, and he reached down and held his cock steady as she took her time lowering herself onto him.

She moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

The sounds she was making were so heady and, like a siren’s song, he wanted to hear more.

She rolled her hips, he felt his momentum build. He reached up and wound her hair in his fist, pulling her down with his other hand so they were chest to chest, moving his knees up to move himself deeper inside her wet heat.

“Harder,” she gasped.

Gabe didn’t hesitate at her command. Hooking her leg, he flipped them over as he thrust hard into her in the same motion.

“Like that?” he managed.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

He brought up her legs to his shoulders, groaning as she tightened around him.

“Don’t stop!” she demanded.

He set a fast pace, bringing his thumb to her clit, rubbing small circles.

“Come for me,” he ground out.

He felt her orgasm—oh yes—God did he feel it, then released her legs, bracing his hands on either side of her. He thrust in again and again and on the third, he felt himself empty. Their breathing was heavy, their bodies glistening with sweat.

“Holy,” she breathed.

“Yeah.”

Gabe disposed of the condom then lay on the bed facing her and raised his palm to her cheek. Her eyes were already closed in sleep. He chuckled, pulling her close, following her into slumber.

* * * *

Gabe awoke before dawn the next morning to his phone alarm going off. He reached to the other side of the bed and met an empty space. He looked over—the sheets were still crumpled; a pillow was on the floor. She hadn’t needed the pillow as he recalled, the warmth of her pressed up against him in sleep now a distant memory.

“Damn,” he muttered as he sat and rubbed his eyes. Looking around, he was hoping to see a note, something that would give him a clue as to who his mystery woman was. Nothing. He got out of bed, his morning erection pointing toward the bathroom door as if indicating she might be in there and could be back in his bed at any moment, to satiate his need for her once again. Their joining only a few hours ago had been fast and powerful. He’d let her take charge, feeling a sense of vulnerability in her, one that faded when she had power over him.