Page 4 of Forever Yours
I rub her back. “I know baby girl,” I say and gather her blonde and pink hair in my hands. “Do what you need to do.”
She promptly throws up into the bushes that surround the wide front porch. I wince at the retching noise.Shit, my poor girl.
People on the porch scurry away in disgust. “Ooh gross looks like someone can’t hold their alcohol,” a familiar voice says and then giggles erupt from the group of girls nearby.
I glance over at the small clique. I recognize Britney from Calculus and the other mean girls as some of the cheerleaders. All of them have tried to hook up with me at one time or another. And I’ve turned them all down. I made the mistake of messing around with a few girls when I was a freshman. Every one of them wanted more than I could give. Since then, I’ve focused on football and school. I won’t be making the mistake of sleeping with someone else. Especially not a bitch like Britney.
Britney’s green eyes sparkle with malice. “Looks like the little nerd should have stuck with drinking kool-aid.”
“Get the fuck out of here, Britney, and take your laughing hyenas with you.” I send her a cold stare and she stares at me slack jawed. That might be the most I’ve ever spoken to her. I usually respond to her blatant come-ons with grunts.
“Whatever,” she huffs. After that highly intelligent comeback, she flips her hair behind her shoulder and motions for the other girls to follow her inside. I snort. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Sophie heaves one last time and then slowly backs up. She wipes her hand over her mouth and looks up at me with those big blue eyes that have always been my undoing. Right now, nothing matters except this girl. Everyone else can go to hell for all I care.
Tears slip down her cheeks and I wipe away one with my thumb. “Let’s get you home, Buttercup.” She nods silently and takes my hand again.
Chapter Six
Sophie once asked me what I look for in a girl. I never really knew until now. -Liam
Liam
I turn off the truck and sit for a moment in front of Sophie’s dorm, Ramsey Hall. I can hear her delicate snore next to me, and I peek over at her. She looks so tiny, like the kid I remember, curled up into a ball with her pink streaked hair hanging over her face.
I close my eyes. Images of Sophie throughout the years bombard me. The sweet little eight-year-old that followed Brian and I around is all grown up. I knew she was blossoming, growing into a beautiful girl, but I tried my best to ignore it these last few years. I ignored the tight ball of jealousy that festered inside of me when I heard she had her first boyfriend. I ignored the voice in the back of my mind that always told me she was meant to be mine. I clench my fists. Ever since that barbecue months ago, I can’t seem to ignore that voice anymore.
I’m no good for her. I have no ambition to be a husband or a father. That’s what she’ll want one day, and rightly so. I come from two drug addicts who knew more about how to smoke up than how to be a decent parent. The only love I saw growing up was the love inside Sophie and Brian’s home. Their mom had become my mom. She was the only one I trusted with my little kid secrets and who I came to when there was no food at home. I can’t risk falling for a member of the family that took such good care of me. I don’t know how to take care of a woman. I barely know how to take care of myself.
Sophie shifts in her seat and moans. Black lace panties come into view as she shifts her long legs and her breasts swell above her top. God almighty, I’m no saint and her curves are going to kill me.
“This is Sophie, not some girl you can just bang and forget, you idiot,” I mutter to myself as I walk around the front of my truck.
She squirms in her seat again when I open the door, and her eyes finally flutter open. “Liam,” she whispers and holds her arms out to me like the kid she used to be.
I scoop her up into my arms. She’s so tiny that she makes me feel like a giant superhero. She snuggles into my chest, sighs, and closes her eyes again. I can’t help but place a small kiss on her forehead.
I’m sweating by the time we reach her dorm room door, not because of her weight, but because she has moved again. This time, the lace of her bra is playing peek-a-boo and my imagination has started to run rampant. My cock is hard and needy, and I curse myself for the horny idiot I am. She’s passed out drunk. I have no business thinking of her this way. That thought doesn’t matter a bit to the monster erection in my pants.
I find her keys in her black purse and let us into her miniscule dorm room. I hope Reina comes home soon to take care of my girl. I’ve watched her friendship with Reina grow from afar since they both started at Crestwood. She seems more outgoing than my girl, more life of the party than my Sophie ever was.
Reina’s side of the room is filled with posters of guys on the wall, and clothes are haphazardly strewn about. Sophie’s side is neat and orderly, like the girl I once knew. This party girl she impersonated tonight is not the same person I grew up with. Sophie’s bed is neatly made. It’s covered with a pink, frilly bedspread, and girly, like Sophie. Her walls have quotes from famous books and a bookshelf stacked to the brim with the classics and scientific journals.
My body immediately reacts to the thought of her beneath me on that small frilly bed. How would her tight pussy feel taking my big dick? Would she scream and claw my back? Would she fuck me back in earnest and want more? A grinning Einstein looks down at me, silently giving me the side eye for my less than pure thoughts.Don’t judge me, dead dude. You know you had a dirty mind too.
I lay her gently down on the bedspread and take her heels off. The fuck-me black heels she has on have worn marks into her pale skin from the tight straps. For some reason, I want to kiss those grooves. I back away from her at the thought. Since when do I have a foot fetish? It seems like anything is attractive on Sophie to me, even her small feet.
She whimpers and snuggles into her pillow. I hear her mumble something and I lean closer. “Do you need anything, Sophie?”
I smooth her hair back and her eyes suddenly pop open. “I need you, Liam. I love you so much.”
I shake my head. “You don’t even know what you’re saying, buttercup.”
Her eyes are wide and full of adoration. “But I do Liam. It’s you.”
I stroke her cheek. “Just go to sleep, sweet girl.”
Her cheek snuggles into my hand, and she sighs. “It’s always been you, Liam. Always. I’ll love you forever.” With those words, she closes her eyes again and turns on her side, facing away from me.
