Forever: A Novella

By Tiffany Patterson

Falling in love with the popular, gorgeous, NFL quarterback was the easy part…

 

When my engagement to NFL player Landon Rogers becomes public information, not everyone shares our joy. In fact, one person in particular is dead set on destroying our happiness. Landon ends up accused of some serious allegations. 

 

But my fiancé is not one to cower from a challenge, especially when it threatens to stand in the way of our happily ever after. Despite Landon's incredulity at having to fight for his good name in the court of public opinion, his main goal is to shield me from it all. Unfortunately, that leads to him shutting me out. 

 

With this and other major events happening in my work life, I decide to take matters into my own hands. Will my decision to help clear Landon's name have the intended outcome? Or will I find myself in over my head?

 

Forever is an BWWM interracial novella that tackles the complex issues of sexual assault and false accusations. If those are sensitive topics, you may want to skip this book. As always, there is a happily ever after guaranteed.  

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: TMP Publishing LLC
• Release date: May 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781393290070

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Landon

Keep it up! You can do it. It’s our last set. Finish strong! I hear the annoying instructor on the workout DVD yell out as I come down the stairs to see the love of my life panting while she lifts each knee in quick succession to keep up. I tilt my head and bite my bottom lip, staring at her round ass through the light pink workout shorts she’s wearing. From the profile, I see her ass and tits jiggling as she begins her end of workout cool down. I adjust myself through my sweatpants and I move fully into the living room.

You know I can help you work out if you need me.

She’s startled when I come up behind her. Landon, I didn’t know you were awake, Melody answers breathlessly.

Her hard breathing reminds me of the night before when I had her panting for me to give her a break. I mean, if you didn’t get enough of a workout last night. I lean down and bite her earlobe, knowing she loves that shit. I smile when I feel her shiver in my arms.

Babe, I need to finish stretching. I’ll be sore later on if I don’t. She tries to squirm out of my grasp.

Let me help you stretch. I turn her to face me and I get lost in those large brown pools. I reach down and grip her full ass with both hands. Luckily for me, I have large hands because my woman’s ass is two handfuls worth of delectable firmness. I’ve always liked different types of women. It never mattered to me. If I found them attractive, I made my move. When I saw my brown skinned, curvy goddess by that pool in Puerto Rico, I knew she’d wind up in my bed. Little did I know she’d steal my heart in the process. Now, nearly nine months later, not only is she in my bed every night, but she is sporting a huge-ass rock on her ring finger letting the world know she is taken.

I can stretch on my own, thank you very much.

I finally loosen my grip and let her step out of my hold. I decide to watch as she bends over, loosening up the muscles she’s worked out. The stirrings in my pants begin again. Why are you working out so much now anyway? I ask. She started this kick about two weeks ago, around the same time I proposed.

She picks up the remote and presses the power button to turn off the huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall. She turns, placing a hand on her hip and gives me a questionable look, as if asking, ‘Are you serious?’

What?

You can’t possibly be asking me why I’m working out so much. Hello? she says, holding up her hand with her engagement ring on it. We’re getting married soon. I have to look good in whatever dress I end up choosing and the pictures. I’m marrying Landon freaking Rogers, football god. I don’t even want to think about how many people will end up seeing our wedding pictures. She walks over to our sub-zero refrigerator, opening it and taking out a pitcher of lemon water, pouring both of us a glass.

I gratefully take the glass of water and drink it down in one gulp.

So, you’re working out because we’re getting married? I ask after placing the glass in the sink.

Well, yeah, I want to look good for you on our day.

That response knocks me right in the gut. This woman can’t possibly see herself the way I see her. Even now, sweaty, in a pair of pink workout shorts, a black workout top, and barefoot, she’s the most beautiful image I’ve ever seen. Yeah, I know. I’m pretty far gone over this woman. Oh well…

The only way you wouldn’t look good on our day is if you weren’t to show up, and I’m not about to let that shit happen. As far as I’m concerned, you’re already my wife, I say as I make my way over to the kitchen sink closer to her. I pluck the now empty glass from her hand and place it on the counter. I capture her lips in a possessive kiss, laying claim to her. All of her. I then pull back. "I’m marrying you for you. Not because you fit into a certain size wedding dress or because you look good on my arm, which you do by the way. We’re getting married because you are the love of my life and I’m yours. Everything else is bullshit as far as I’m concerned."

I have no idea where these words come from, but with her, it’s just easy to express what I’m feeling. I never want her to doubt me or what we have. I can tell I’ve said the right thing because she smiles and lowers her head, stepping into my embrace.

I love you, she mutters, squeezing me around the waist.

I move my arms around her sides, under her shirt and cup her breasts through the restrictive sports bra she’s wearing. I frown. I hate these damn things. I much prefer her in one of the lacy bras I’ve purchased for her in the last eight months, or better yet, no bra at all. That will be the situation soon enough, I think to myself as I lean down and lick the side of her neck. I taste the salty sweat from her workout. When she moans my cock jumps in my pants, demanding a release soon.

"Landon, we can’t. You’re going to make me late for work again," she purrs.

If she thinks she’s going anywhere while this raging hard-on still exists, my sweet fiancée is sadly mistaken. So quit. You don’t need to work anyway, I taunt as I push her out of the kitchen.

I’m not quitting. I need to shower.

That’s exactly where we’re going.

When we make it up to our bathroom, I turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature. I turn to my love and pull her shirt over her head and toss it into the laundry basket in the corner. I move to her shorts and push them down her hips and legs. When she steps out of them I stand and unzip the sports bra, releasing those heavy mounds I love sucking on. I bend down and twirl my tongue around one distended nipple. I move to the other one and give it the same attention. I pull back when my erection begins to get painful. I push her cotton panties down her legs and make quick work of getting out of my own clothing. Without thinking, I pull her into the steamy shower.

Landon! My hair! Melody yells.

I laugh at the scowl she gives me. I forgot how pissed she gets when I get her hair wet.

Sorry, babe, I say, but instead of letting her grab the shower cap she keeps by the shower door, I press her body against the wall. I reach up and take the little holder she was using to keep it in a bun. I put my hand in her hair, massaging her scalp as her kinky, coily locks fall down around her shoulders. I’ll wash it later for you, babe.

Landon, I don’t have time to wash my hair, she pouts.

She doesn’t, but oh well… Instead of responding, I lean in and take her lips once again. She doesn’t refuse me. She never does. Our kisses are always amazing. Whenever our lips touch it’s always as if it were the first time. I take my time allowing my tongue to explore the depths of her warm mouth. Her arms reach up and grip the back of my head, just the way she knows I like it. She presses her entire body against mine. I break off the kiss and immediately fall to my knees. I place my arms under her knees and place her legs over my shoulders, bringing me level with her intimacy.

Landon, hurry. She begins thrusting her hips in my face and I can’t refuse the delectable meal she is offering.

I know she does need to get to work soon, so I decide to go directly for her hot spot. I flick my tongue over her distended bud, and then twirl my tongue around it. As I suck her sensitive clit, I insert two fingers inside her. She is already wet, so I slide in easily. I pump my fingers into her at the same time my mouth continues working on her clit. Her grip on the back of my hair tightens as her hips pick up speed.

Ohh, fuck! she yells as she cums.

I feel her pussy walls tighten around my fingers and I groan against her sex. When the last of her convulsions leaves her body, I place her legs down, and immediately stand, pushing my thick cock into her. I push all the way in to the hilt, and she gasps as I moan against her neck. You’re so fucking tight, I grunt. I pull her head back by her hair and kiss her hard and I begin pounding into her.

Fuck me, baby, she pants as she thrusts her hips into mine. Just like that. Oh shit.

I fucking love it when she talks dirty. I grow even harder from her words, and reach down to pull her legs up. I brace our bodies against the shower wall and push both of her knees toward the wall, opening her up wider for me. I give her one long stroke and then a short one, followed by another long one. I keep up this rhythm, allowing the top of my cock to graze her clit every time I push into her. That how you like it, Red? I ask, reverting to the nickname I gave her for the red bathing suit I first spotted her in. It’s my favorite color on her.

Yes, give it to me.

As you wish. I pump in a frenzy, giving her everything I have and soon we are both cumming. I pump her full of my semen. We stopped using condoms months ago when she went on the pill. Hell, I would’ve stopped using them birth control or not, but Mel insists on being married before even entertaining the idea of getting pregnant.

Now, for your shower and to wash your hair, I gasp, still working to catch my breath from our lovemaking. I cut her off with a kiss when I see she is about to protest. I love this woman. Nothing is ever coming between us. I simply won’t allow it.

Melody

I hurry through the huge double doors of the school building and rush up the steps, making sure that the black, pencil skirt I am wearing doesn’t ride up my backside. I make it into the main office slightly winded and sign my name in at 7:59. The bell rings at 8:01. I barely made it. While I’m still not considered late, I like to get to my office at least fifteen minutes early to go over my day. Although, I’m not a teacher, and I don’t have a classroom to set up or assignments that need to be ready for my students as soon as they enter the door, I do like giving myself a few minutes of breathing room before that first bell rings.

Just barely made it in, I see. Again, the hint of laughter in her voice causes me to chuckle.

But I made it, I turn and reply to my good friend, Paulette. Paulette is actually the school nurse. She used to work full-time at an area hospital, but once she got married and started her own family, she wanted a position that had

Reviews for Forever

[Nakeesha · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Landon and Melody have a whirlwind love affair since meeting on vacation in Puerto Rico. Fast forward 9mths later and their secretly married. What could go wrong? Did I mention he is a professional Football player with a vengeful ex?