Here With You Forever (Evermore Series Book 2)

by BriAnn Danae

You got your mama tying up her sneakers and shit.”

I deserve to be happy too, Mama.”

For her baby, she would go to war with whoever, whenever.

The movement symbolized her life. It’d been placed on hold to be with Terrance, waiting for him to get his life together and prove her wrong, but she could no longer remain stagnant. If she didn’t give her life some gas, she’d remain stuck, unhappy, and continuously grieving what didn’t work out.

Cree wasn’t a rebound; he was a reward.

Leerah deserved every uplifting word, sense of security, outpouring of love, unwavering support, and utmost respect he had to give.

“Yes, girl. It is what it is. I’m not worried about little fetus deletus.”

Women were on his line, in his inbox, and even in his business email, but none captured his attention. None of them, including the ones from his past, could hit him up and get him out of bed to pick them up. So, she had nothing to be worried about.

“Nah. I got everything I need right next to me.”

She complained that her feet hurt when they stepped inside the house, and three minutes later, he was solving her problem.

Cree was 95% dick and 5% body.

He said a quick prayer over her womb, knowing and believing that one day a life created by the love shared between them would reside there.

Seeing her wet his dick up as he slid in and out of her made Cree have crazy thoughts. Anybody who brought her pain and any type of suffering was going to have to see him. He was willing to fall out with whoever about Leerah and her good-ass pussy. Morals and relationship history be damned.

Cree had the type of dick that placed you in a straitjacket.

“This your dick forever. Now make it nut.”

“Exactly. So, if you want me, I’m yours. Fuck what anyone else thinks.”

There was a list of things Cree wanted her to have besides his heart. Commitment. Support. Attention. Effort. Time. Honesty. Protection. Respect. But most of all, a friendship

“I’m some pressure, huh?” “Big pressure, friend. That man would’ve folded quicker than a lawn chair,

Damn. I’m in love with this woman,

“That’s exactly how it’s gon’ be. Forever,”