Forever Love Page 5

  I figure Cindy would be a good friend for Liv to have seeing as though she's not a total bitch like ninety five percent of the female population in this town. Cindy grabs Livs hand and drags her away whispering all girly shit in her ear. Liv looks back and gives me a helpless look that nearly has me laughing, though I keep an eye on where they're going. I need to keep an eye out incase some jackass pushes his luck.

  "Welcome to the club dude." Brady gives me slap on the back.

  "What the fuck you talking about?"

  "You, you’ve known the chick a day and your all googly eyed and shit."

  "Don’t be a fucktard."

  "Hey I don’t blame you, she's definitely a looker. What I don’t get is why you haven't put the moves on her already."

  "She's my stepsister dickface. Can you imagine the shit that would go down?"

  "You're not related, you've only just met and we leave for college in a years time. Are you seriously telling me that your gonna be able to control yourself living in the same house as her for a year? I mean, I've never seen you like this, you haven't took your eyes off of her. Has anything happened between you two? Cause I can't see you not even flirting with her."

  "Sure we've flirted. I offered to help her put her panties away." Brady bursts out laughing as I notice Liv and Cindy going into the backyard. "There may have been a little flirting in the hallway when I came out of my shower and I did see her in her towel yesterday before dinn-"

  "Wait there, hold up a sec. You saw her naked?"

  "No, she was in a towel."

  "That’s practically naked dude."

  I roll my eyes, doesn’t matter that he's in a relationship, guy still has a one track mind. I notice some of the guys from the team coming through the kitchen to the back door, lead by Chris.

  "I'm telling you guys, she is fucking hot as fuck." What the fuck? Is this some kind of fucking show or something?

  I give Brady a look, the one that says shit may be about to go down. We've perfected it over the years, with how many times we've had to knock some assholes into line.

  As we make our way outside I look around for any sign of Liv and Cindy. They're sitting on some chairs that are just past the patio. They seem to have formed an instant friendship as they laugh together. I watch as the guys make their way over to them, holding back because I don’t want to jump the gun and embarrass Liv. I have a feeling that if I do that I'm never gonna hear the end of it. I must admit, I'm also a little curious how she handles herself with these guys. They certainly won't be the last and I wont always be around. The minute they step outta line though, I'm gonna be over there like a shot. I hold Brady back and watch from the sidelines. I know Brady's itching to get over there since his girl is there too but I don’t wanna go starting fights with half my teammates if it's not needed.

  I watch as Chris starts talking to the girls while leaning against the nearby tree. Neither girl looks impressed by whatever the douche is saying. I realize how flawed my plan is considering I can't even hear what's being said. Just as I begin to make my way over there, the asshole puts his arm around Liv, pulling her towards him. As I reach them and begin to hear what's going on, my blood starts to boil.

  "Listen, i definitely think me and you should go somewhere less busy, get some alone time. You have no idea the shit I'd do to you." As Chris is talking, Liv looks completely calm, though her balled up fists are a giveaway that she's anything but.

  I'm just about to step in and knock the creep on his ass when Liv pulls out of his arms and knees him right in the weiner. The dude goes down like a sack of potatoes, his face scrunched up.

  "Touch me again fucker and I'll fucking cut your little pin dick right off." Man, my girl's got fire and its hot as fuck.

  Chris slowly lifts himself up, cradling what I'm sure are bruised balls. The color drains from his face when he notices me and Brady striding towards him.

  "The chicks crazy dude. I didn’t even-" He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence since he's too busy falling back on his ass after my fist smashes into his face.

  "Don’t fucking touch her again. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, don’t even fucking breathe near her or I swear I'll make your kick to the balls seem like fucking play time."

  At this point, we have quite the audience around us, nosy fuckers. Brady grabs Cindy and Liv pulling them back and taking up a protective stance in front of them. Some of the jackass' friends try to peel him off the floor. I turn to Brady and the girls.

  "Come on, lets get outta here."

  Everyone nods their agreement as we make our way towards the side gate. Tucker comes striding out of the house, obviously hearing that shit just went down.

  "Travers, what the fucks going on man?"

  "Ask Chris, by the way bro, next time you invite me to a party make sure the douche nozzle isnt here. If I gotta hand his ass to him on a plate again, I'm gonna make that shit permanent."

  "No probs man, I'll throw him out with the rest of the trash. Fuck knows who all these fucking people are." He says as he makes his way over to the slowly dispersing crowd.

  We make our way to the front of the house, Brady, deciding he's gonna go get some with his girl, leaves me and Liv alone. I open the passenger door for her as she climbs in before going round to the drivers side. She's quiet as I start the car and a feeling of guilt washes over me. I should never have fucking stood there, I should have told the fucker to fuck off as soon as I saw him go near her.

  "Listen, I'm really sorry about tonight."

  "It's ok, wasn’t your fault. Why'd you hit him? I'd already dealt with it."

  "Cause he shouldn’t be touching you." Just the thought of him with his hands on her, hell, anyone with their hands on her has me gripping the steering wheel hard.

  She nods then goes silent again. She's so damn expressive most of the time, when she's angry or irritated, then there are other times like now when I wish I knew what she was thinking.

  "You ready to go home? We could do something else."

  "Like what?" She looks at me suspiciously as I wrack my brain for something else for us to do.

  "I know just the thing." I shoot her a smile which she returns. She's got such a beautiful smile and in that moment I vow that I'll do anything to see it more often.

  It’s a half hour drive to where I want to take Liv. I don’t know why I want to take her to that place apart from the fact its special to me. I pull onto the familiar dirt road that has me wondering if my cars gonna survive this journey unscathed. It's been so long since I've been here, I have no idea if it's even the same.

  I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the old tatty gate at the end of the road, hanging from its hinges like it's always been. I pull to a stop in front of it and look towards a frowning Liv.

  "Ok, well we get out here."

  "In these shoes." She asks, her face covered in shock.

  "Yep, don’t worry, it's not far. I can always carry you if you like." I say wiggling my eyebrows.

  She reacts to that just as I thought she would, she shoves the door open and climbs out leaving me quietly chuckling. I follow her towards the gate as she looks back at me for direction.

  "Where are we?" She looks around, spinning in a circle while I lift and push the gate just enough for us both to get through without getting stabbed by a rusty nail.

  "Some old land just outside of town. I don’t know what it's for or who owns it, just that it's always been here." I grab her hand, feeling that familiar jolt of electricity running through me upon contact.

  We walk for a few more minutes until we've passed the bushes and undergrowth and arrive in a big open field. I'll have to bring Liv another time in the day so that she can see the field full of white Phlox flowers, it's way too dark here to see them right now.

  "We're in a field." She says deadpan.

  "Look up."

  She lifts her head and I hear her gasp. She looks at me with a wide smile on her face as she lets out a small giggle. I
look up myself to see millions and millions of sparkling stars high in the sky.

  "There are so many." There's no mistaking the awe and wonder in her voice and makes me feel fucking ecstatic that I helped put it there.

  "There's no light pollution, no lampposts or house lights. The only light here is from the sky."

  Liv stares at the sky, I'm sure it’s the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. Me, I'm definitely looking at the most beautiful thing I've ever seen but it's not in the sky. Luckily it’s a warm night and I pull my jacket off, laying it on the ground. I sit on the edge of it and pat next to me for Liv to follow.

  "How'd you find this place?"

  "My Dad used to bring me and Chase here when we were kids."

  "Do you see much of your Dad now?"

  I feel a pang in my chest, the same one I always feel when someone brings up my Dad. I clear my throat.

  "He died, a couple years ago."

  "I'm sorry, I had no idea." Livs voice is small and timid and I almost have to double check its still her. The look on her face breaks my heart, it's not pity, just sympathy. "How old were you when he died?"

  "Um twelve. He was sick for a really long time before that though. He had skin cancer, the guy had worked outside his whole life, he thought lotion was for chicks and it was too late when they found it."

  "What did he do? For work I mean."

  "Oh, he had his own construction business. Built most of the newer houses round here. God knows where that gene went, I can't even put a fucking table together." I let out a small laugh on the last sentence. "Anyway enough about that, what about you? It's gotta be tough being away from your Mom."

  Liv snorts, which is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen.

  "It's tough that I'm not further." She mumbles as I look at her confused, waiting for her to elaborate. "We don’t really get along, like at all. Its no biggy, shes a raging bitch and I have a low tolerence for raging bitches."

  We both laugh and settle into a comfortable silence. I realize that this is the most carefree I've seen her. The gentle breeze blows through her hair.

  "Thanks for bringing me here. Way better than a party."

  "Your welcome, come on, let's head back to the car. I don’t like leaving my baby there, don’t want no fucktards messing with her"

  I get up and hold my hand out to help her up before picking up my jacket and brushing it off.

  "What's the story with car? That’s not really a normal car for a seventeen year old to have."

  "It was my Dads. He had it when he was younger. Of course, by the time I was born, it was a pile of shit. When I was a kid, he'd be working on the car and I'd help him by passing him the tools. When he died, there was still a few things that needed fixing so I worked the cashier desk at a garage and instead of getting paid, they'd help me do up the car. They loved the car so much, they was doing half the stuff for free anyway. By the time I got my license, it was finished."

  She gives me a small smile that has me shooting one right back at her. The butterflies in my stomach are doing cartwheels or some shit.

  ***

  I pull up onto the driveway behind Livs red pansy ass Mini. I may have taken a longer way home so that I could spend more time with her. I look over at her to find she's staring at me intently. If this was any other girl id be freaked the fuck out but the invisible string pulling us towards one another is just too strong, I should know, I've barely been able to take my eyes off her all night. I take a strand of her windswept hair and push it behind her ear, feeling her rub her face into my hand. There are no words passed between us as we stare into each others eyes, my Emerald green to her Turquoise blue. I look at her full pouty lips, the urge to kiss them indescribable.

  "Why did you get so mad at Chris?" Her voice is just a whisper.

  I know that I have two choices in this moment. I can tell her that he was a too rough, that he shouldn’t be touching a woman, that wouldn’t exactly be a lie. I could bid her goodnight and we go our separate ways at the top of the stairs, me cursing myself for being such a fucking idiot. Or I could take the path that I have every intention of taking.

  I rub my palm against her cheek, her pupils dilate as her breathing becomes shallow matching my own. I want to take this slow, make sure it's ok and if it is, savor it. My body and mind are completely disconnected though as I smash my lips into hers, one hand l on her cheek, the other gripping the back of her neck. I feel her hand on my shoulder but she's not pushing me away, she's pulling me closer. Its like I cant get fucking close enough to her as I use my tongue to nudge open her mouth to explore it. The moans she makes, the sweet taste on her lips and in her mouth, they make me hard as a fucking rock. Our teeth clatter together, tongues battling and our hands roam. Her hands are running over my shoulders, down my stomach causing the muscles there to tense up. My body feels like its on fucking fire as it begs for release. Her little moans and purrs damn near making me lose my mind. Just then she tenses, her body goes rigid as her closed eyes open with a panicked look.

  "I-I can't, this is wrong."

  What the fuck?

  "Sure didn’t feel wrong to me. Have you got a guy or something?" My voice rises, I'm confused as fuck.

  "What, no of course not. I just, I just can't ok. I'm sorry." Liv throws open the car door and sets off running towards the house as I lie my head in my hands.

  What the fuck just happened? I know for definite that she feels the same way for me as I do her. Girls don’t react that way to guys who they don’t like. Fuck knows why she panicked though. I don’t give a fuck, shes not getting away from me that easily. Something changed during that kiss, something shifted and I sure as hell am not letting her go. Whatever the fuck her problem is now, well, she'll just have to get over it because I won't stop until she's completely mine.

  Chapter 6

  Liv

  That kiss. Christ, that kiss. It near enough killed me to stop it, to end the best fucking kiss of my life. Something happened though, something that’s never happened before. This guy is getting past all my defenses, breaking down all my walls and I just don’t know how to handle it. One part of my brain is telling me to just go with it, that this could be the best damn thing to ever happen to me. The other part of my brain is screaming at me not to let him in, not to let him see how truly broken and fucked up I am. I've only known Noah for a couple of days yet he is completely embedded under my skin. I mean, how the fuck is that even possible? This sorta thing happens in cheesy movies and books, not real life and definitely not my life.

  I lie in my scolding bath, nearly twenty two hours since I ran from Noah like a bat out of hell. Yeah, I'm counting. My fingers and toes are pruned since I've been stewing in here for the past two hours, adding hot water every time it got a little chilly. I've been staring at the same page of my dog eared copy of Little Women for the past half an hour. My mind constantly wonders back to Noah and the feel of his lips against mine, his muscles tensing and rippling under my touch. I thought if I avoided him, I'd eventually get him out of my head, his face fills my mind though.

  Aaaarrggghhh I feel like fucking screaming. Yeah sure, he took me to see the stars and it was the most romantic moment of my life. And yeah he punched a guy just for disrespecting me. He might be a complete hunk, so what. None of that matters, he's still the douchebag who shamelessly eye fucked me within sixty seconds of meeting me, who wanted to mess around in my panties. And, its his damn fault I was even at that dumbass party.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for the smell, the taste and the feel of him to just fuck off. Shit, I'm losing my mind here. I grab the huge fluffy towel that’s more like a bed sheet and wrap it around myself, not even bothering the rub myself dry. Yet again I've forgotten to bring my clothes in here for to change into. I really need to remember that I'm sharing my bathroom now. I unlock the bathroom door, taking a tentative step into the hallway. I breathe a sigh of relief that I appear to be alone.

  "YES MOM, I WON'T FORGET!"
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br />   Holy crap, shit, fuck. I'm standing in the hallway, in just a towel AGAIN! I can't see him, especially not like this. I fling open a door and throw myself in the room leaving the door to slam closed behind me, making me jump.

  Oh no, this cannot be happening to me, no one can have this much bad luck. This isn't my room and judging from the football trophies that litter the glass shelving against the far wall, this room belongs to the one person I'm trying to avoid. I frantically look around for a place to hide and eye the closet on the wall opposite what is definitely a King size bed. How come the fucker gets a King and I get a Queen? Never mind that, nows not the time for an inner debate on fucking equal oppurtunities. I slip into the closet, sinking to the floor in the corner as I whack shirts out of my face. I can hear Noah's stifled footsteps coming down the hallway becoming louder and louder as they get nearer and nearer. I've left the closet door the teeny tiniest bit ajar, just so I can see the door. I hold my breath, waiting for him to come in. I then hear knocking and I look around hoping to god that I haven't caused it and that it doesn’t bring attention to me.

  I realize the knocking is coming from out in the hallway. Whoever built this house must have made the walls paper thin if I can hear this much from in here.

  "Liv, Liv I know your in there. I heard you coming out the bathroom." The sneaky bastard, so this whole situation I'm in is cause someone is a nosy fucker. "I just wanna talk, please."

  He carries on knocking and I briefly wonder if he'll just walk on right into my room and find I'm not there. It's not like I could say much about it since I'm currently crouching in his closet in just a towel.

  "Fucks sake, you cant avoid me forever."

  There's no mistaking the determination in his voice as I hold in another breath as he walks past his own room towards what I'm guessing is the stairs. I wait a few more moments, petrified that he'll realize he has to get something and find me in all my naked glory in here. Pushing the door back open I scramble out sprawling in what I'm sure is a very unladylike fashion on the floor. I take a good look at the room. Its very grown up and I mentally curse when comparing it to my pink pussy palace next door. The walls are a light masculine gray, covered in shelves filled with football memorabilia and a few books. There are pictures of what I am sure are very famous, but not famous enough for me to know, football players. Its overall a simple room, all mature and looks very bachelory. It's so tidy which I'm sure is down to Pam, being the clean freak that she is.