This is Forever Read online Natasha Madison (This Is #4)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: This Is Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
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“Yeah,” I say of the tossed shirt. I always wear his shirts when he’s away so I can smell him. My hands reach up to cup my tits, and he bends to take a nipple into his mouth.

“Sensitive,” I hiss, and he flips me over on my back, and my legs open for him. I grip his cock in my hand, and I move my panties to the side. He slides in, and my back arches up. “Missed you.” Wrapping my legs around his waist, I add, “So much.”

He holds himself up on his arms, our lips lingering over each other. “Love you,” he whispers, and my hand goes between us, and I play with my clit while he fucks me slowly, his tongue coming out to lick my lips. My tongue coming out to wrap with his. “Need you there.”

“I’m there,” I say. With him, I’m always there. “Right there.” I lean up and kiss the necklace around his neck that I gave him, and he never takes it off. He pounds into me harder now, and I’m coming apart and tightening my legs around his waist. “Justin,” I say while he kisses me and then buries his face into my neck. My fingers are going through his hair, and I play with the long ends. “Don’t move,” I say, enjoying him on me.

“I’m going to crush you,” he says, and I moan when he gets off me and goes into the bathroom. He comes back with a rag like he always does. He walks back to the bathroom and tosses the rag and comes back and wraps his arms around me.

I turn to him, and I’m just so happy he’s home. “Hmm,” I say, cuddling into him and leaning up to kiss under his chin. “Hi.”

He brings me closer. “Hi,” he says softly. “Sweetheart.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?” I ask.

“We were supposed to come home tomorrow,” he starts and yawns. “But after the game, everyone just wanted to get home.”

“Night,” I say, my eyes closing now. “Love you.”

“Forever,” he says softly, and then the sound of his snores fills the room.

“And ever,” I whisper to him and fall asleep in his arms.

Epilogue Two

Justin

Four months later

“Give me a kiss.” I walk to Caroline as she zips up the cooler for us to take on the boat. This is our first day on official vacation. My summer camp just wrapped up, and I surprised them with a getaway up north, joining the rest of the family.

“Be safe,” she says and kisses me softly. “And can you text me.”

“Yes,” I say. “Have fun with my sisters.”

“You know how much I love shopping,” she says. “Do you think it’s bad if I say I have a headache?”

“You know my sisters,” I say. After moving to New York, they went above and beyond to make her feel at home. Including inviting her to every single girls’ night they had until she slowly started feeling comfortable about it. If they wanted to go out and eat, she was always game, but shopping, not so much. Even though she had her own money now, and I gave her my credit card, she never ever bought anything. Enter Zara, who would just send her boxes of clothes every single month.

“Fine,” she hisses. “I’ll go, and I might even buy something this time.”

I put my hands up. “Even if you don’t, I’m sure someone will get you something.”

“Your sister sent me a purse the other week,” she says. “It was two thousand dollars.”

“I mean, it’s not that bad,” I say, trying not to laugh.

“An evening purse, Justin,” she shrieks. “I don’t even go out.”

“I take you out plenty,” I say, and she rolls her eyes. “Dylan!” I yell back for him, and he comes down the stairs, and I swear he grew overnight.

“Coming,” he says, grabbing his baseball hat and putting it on. “Are we fishing today?”

“That’s the plan,” I say. “Give Mom a kiss.”

He walks over to her and kisses her on the cheek and then walks out of the house. “What time will you be back?”

“Not late,” I say, and then I kiss her. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” she says. I walk out of the house and down the steps to the boat where Dylan is already getting in. I hand him the cooler and jump in with him. Starting it up, I pull out and make my way over to the spot where we always fish.

“Where is everyone?” he asks from beside me.

“Maybe running late,” I say and look over at him. “Gives us extra time to talk.” My palms are suddenly sweaty. “You doing okay?” Jesus, I sound like an idiot.

“Yeah,” he says, and I stop the boat in the middle of the lake and look over at him.

“You know that I love you, right?” I start at that part.



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