A Beautiful Forever

chapter 16

Paige

“I can’t believe this! After all she did to me! She gets to have her happily ever after! This is bullshit!” I screech, shaking with the rage I

feel at seeing my mother again after so many years. “I hate her Elliot, I hate her so much that I can’t even breathe through it!” I start to

pace up and down the room as he sits on the edge of the bed watching me as I rant. “She looked for me!? Bullshit she looked for

me! It’s been 10 years! You’re telling me she couldn’t have gone through every Paige Larsen in the phone book a thousand times by

now!? Who the f*ck does she think she is!? Everything that has happened to me is her fault, she was my mother! She was

supposed to care about me!”

I stop pacing and shut my eyes, placing my hands on either side of my head and gripping handfuls of my hair. My mouth opens and

a wretched cry unrecognisable as my own comes from deep within me. Two firm strong arms slip around my waist, as Elliot pulls my

body against his rock-hard chest. I collapse, literally. My knees give way and my body sags against him, so I’m hanging off him,

sobbing wildly against his chest. He holds me steadily while I cry, kissing me in my hair and shushing me.

“It’s okay. I'm here. You're not alone anymore. Everything will be ok,” he repeats like a mantra, slowly calming me down.

Scooping me up, as though I’m a child and weigh next to nothing, he carries me over to the bed and places me gently down,

smoothing my hair out of my face. Lying next to me, he curls his body around mine and holds me tightly, protectively. My heart aches

so much right now, and I just want it to stop, but I don’t think it ever will.

At some point, I fall asleep in his arms, overcome with the exhaustion but filled with a comfort that only he can give me, no one else

makes me feel this way. No one else gives me hope.





Elliot


I lie on the bed holding Paige tightly as she sleeps, all the while replaying the morning over and over in my mind. Mentally kicking

myself each time. I feel like I let her down, I should have taken her home when she asked me to the first time. I was supposed to

protect her, and now I feel like all I did was put her in a position to get her heart broken.

I run my free hand over my face as I stare up at the ceiling, I’m a little out of my depth here, and I don’t know what to do or say to help

her. I’ve been harbouring so much hate towards my own father for using his money to control me for so many years but at least my

mother has always been supportive of me, and really my father cares about me too – he just wants things for me that I don’t. I feel

selfish and spoilt – I was given everything while Paige had everything torn from her when she was cast out into the world on her own.

I dread the thought of what her life must have been like since then, how the hell did she even survive?

When I feel Paige stir, I reach over to smooth her hair away from her face. She wore it out in her natural curl today, and it’s not keen

on being tamed. After a few attempts, her face is free, and we’re looking at each other.

Her hand scrunches tightly as she pulls at my shirt, urging me towards her. I slide down the bed a little so our faces are level,

touching her face softly, trying so hard to be what she needs right now.

“Kiss me, Elliot,” she whispers, her eyes swimming with more tears she has yet to shed.

I brush my lips lightly on hers and slowly deepen the kiss as she responds fervently. Our tongues slide against each other as we

moan softly into each other’s mouths, pulling at each other’s clothes, repositioning ourselves, so she is on top of me, her legs

straddling me either side.

She starts to move her hips against me, rubbing herself up and down my already hard shaft. Watching her as she works, I’m lost in

the sensations of what she’s doing to me as my fingers ache to feel her skin underneath them. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I

massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples gently as they stand erect between my fingers.

“Oh!” erotic whimpers escape her throat as she leans down, kissing me and rocking over me. I feel close to bursting and try

desperately to keep myself calm. Removing my hands from underneath her shirt, I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her

head steady, as I trail kisses down her delicious neck.

She has a look of pure ecstasy on her face as she rocks her hips against mine. I don’t think I have ever been this turned on fully

clothed. Placing her hands on my chest she sits up and continues her movement, gasping and moaning, causing my head to swim

and my body to scream with my need for her, until finally she opens her eyes and cries out, her hips stilling to a gentle pulse before

she collapses in a heap on my chest. I breathe steadily, amazed by what I just witnessed. The throbbing in my own pants threatening

to explode each time her body moves as she’s heaving against me.

“Do you have anything with you?” she whispers breathlessly in my ear.

“In my wallet,” I say, reaching over to the bedside table where I’d placed my phone, wallet and keys when we arrived.

She sits up to undo the top button of my jeans and then pulls at the button fly to pop the rest, releasing my erection. I lift my hips as

she works my jeans off my legs and drops them at the end of the bed, removing her own jeans at the same time.

Tearing the foil open I pull out the condom and move to apply it. “No, I want to do it,” she says, climbing on top of me and reaching

out to take the circle of rubber from my fingers.

She pinches the bubble and places it on top of my shaft, rolling it down to the base in long languid motions. As she positions herself

on top of me, I hold my breath, waiting for her to take me inside.

Looking at me wickedly she uses my tip to tease her opening, flinching slightly as she moves it over her * and back again before

slowly sliding down my length. She does this little grind when she hits our deepest point, and I moan, placing my hands on her hips

as she rides me.

She is so tight as she squeezes herself around me, and I’m excruciatingly close to coming but I don’t want this to end. Her face is

perfect as she focuses on her movement, grinding against me each time she takes me in.

“Are you sure about this Elliot?” she whispers in between her moans.

Gripping her firmly, I hold her hips still, stopping her movement and getting her full attention. Her eyes focus clearly on mine and a

slight look of panic flits across her face.

“Sure about what?” I ask, slightly confused.

Her eyes close and I can see she’s on the verge of getting upset again. “About me… about us…” she barely breathes out.

Reaching up, I take her face in my hands, keeping her face steady so she can’t look away. “Paige, open your eyes.”

For a moment she squeezes them tighter, but I wait, gently stroking her cheek with my thumb, until they slowly flutter open, focusing

again on me.

“I want you Paige. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I have wanted you. So yes Paige, I’m sure. I’m f*cking positive.”

Her eyes close again as she sucks in her breath, and I draw her face towards mine, crashing our lips together as we continue or

movement, pressing our bodies together until there isn’t even a millimetre’s worth of space between us.

She’s still wearing her shirt, so I pull it up, urging her to take it off. She complies, removing her bra as well, dropping them down the

side of the bed before reaching down to lift my shirt.

I crunch up and remove it, dropping it with hers before I lie back and pull her towards me, kissing her passionately. My chest aches

from the intensity of my feelings for this woman, I want to possess her, to know everything there is to know about her, to spend every

living moment with her. But I know that, emotionally, she’s holding back, keeping herself just outside of my grasp, and I wonder

whether she'll ever surrender fully to becoming ‘us’. I deepen my kiss, wanting to hold on so badly, knowing this could all be too

fleeting.

She starts to make noises while she kisses me, I can tell she’s about to come again. I try not to move too much more than a small

pulse as we fully connect, letting her guide the rhythm. When she cries out, I finally let go as well, pushed over the edge by the

pleasure from her moans.

She lies down on my chest again, breathing hard, and I roll us both so that I ‘m on top now, kissing her face, her neck. I run my

fingers over her body and enjoy the smoothness of her skin beneath my fingertips.

Placing her hands either side of my face, she guides me, so I’m looking at her, there is such adoration in her face as she gazes up

at me, tears still threatening to spill from her eyes. I lean down and kiss each one, tasting a slight saltiness on my lips when I do. Her

hips rock up against me and I'm instantly hard again, moving inside her, setting aside my worries and losing myself in our blissful

connection.

Paige

Being with Elliot is a heaven I never thought was possible for me to experience. I don’t think I ever want to go back out into the real

world again. I don’t want to face the things I have to face, or speak of the truths I have to tell. I just want to be right here, right now,

connected with him – forever.