Feeling Forever (Tasting Madness, #3)

by Albany Walker

“No, but there were three that were always there.” I lick my lips, not ready to tell them that their voices are the ones I grew up hearing. “The new voice was… mean. It said things that scared me, and I would run to my parents’ room.”

“Waylynn, you haven’t said shit that frightened me away. I’ll admit to being a little surprised. It’s not every day you find out there’s proof you have a soulmate, but, baby, you’re still the same girl from yesterday, and I still want you, all of you—voices or not.”

knew it was you the moment you said, ‘Do you ever watch where you’re going?’” Waylynn deepens her voice, trying to mimic mine. “It never stopped me from wanting to be around you or from falling in love with you.”

“Thank fuck, because hiding out in your basement and creeping on you when you sleep just so I could be around you might have gotten me arrested.” Waylynn rolls her eyes at me, like I’m joking. I don’t think she understands the depths I would go to just to make sure she’s mine. I hope we don’t ever need to explore them.

“Thank God he has football to wear him down a bit. I can barely keep up with his chaotic energy as it is now,”

“Normal is way overrated, Waylynn. There’s nothing wrong with being extraordinary, and you don’t have to thank me for standing up for you. I’ll always be there for you—always.”

I started thinking about how he’s never fucked up and how she’s never had to question his loyalty, and I realized that while I will always love her, I can’t control if she loves me or not, and that threw me into a fucking tailspin of negative thoughts. I told myself I’d be happy with whatever she would give me, but that’s not the truth. Anything less than all of her will never be enough.

“I love you so, so much, but I love them too.” She grips my wrist while I’m still holding her neck, as if she thinks I might let her go. “I know, sweets. That’s all I need.” “Will you promise to tell me if that ever changes?” As she meets my gaze, her beautiful eyes implore me to agree. “I promise,” I tell her without worry, because I know I will always love her.

“You know how pretty you’re going to look with my cum dripping down your neck when I fuck these titties?”

A sweet caress of fingers over my stomach ties it all together. I know it’s Memphis because I can feel the way he loves me with the brush of his hand, almost like he’s greedy to touch me.

I make sure he sees me right on her ass, so there’s no question who or what I am to her. I never thought of myself as a jealous person, but that was before I had something I was afraid to lose.

“You have no idea. I was thinking about you the entire time.” He rocks his lower body against mine, allowing me to feel how hard he is. “Jerking off in a tiny airplane bathroom with my teammates on the other side of a thin door was almost impossible.” “Christ, Oz.” Bates sighs behind us. “What? I said almost. Don’t worry, baby, your boy’s a closer.”

“Waylynn,” he murmurs sweetly, and I feel his head rest against the back of mine. “You’re too sweet. I love every bit of you, but you’re too damn good. Thank you for even wanting to wear this. Don’t take it off. Please.” The final word comes out the softest, like a prayer that I’m compelled to answer.

“She’s not going anywhere, man. She thinks you hung the fucking moon. You could tell her up was down and she would swear it was the truth. I’m not worried about her leaving you. I’m worried about you hurting her and breaking that thing inside her that makes her so damn special, because even then, she would stand by you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me you’re sorry for wanting me. Finish what you started.”

“Ready?” He puts just the head inside me, and I push off the wall until I’m only using my fingertips. One of his hands curls around my hip, while the other covers my mouth. Before I can register why he would do that, he slams himself inside me, and I let out a scream that is muffled by his hand. He pulls me up so his front is against my back and warns, “Quiet, because I’m not going to stop fucking you until you’re squeezing my cock no matter who opens that door.”

“Then don’t fuck me when I have to be quiet,” I hiss. His mouth pops open like he’s about to say something, but he frowns instead. “I’m getting you a gag, and quit saying fuck—that’s how we got here.”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” “It will never matter how he looks at me because he isn’t you.”

It takes her a second to do anything but stare at the side of Memphis’ face, but she finally pivots on her little slipper and asks Waylynn, “Where can I find a pot?” Smart move not asking Memphis. He probably would have found some way to make her look even more like an outsider. “I’ll grab it for you.” Waylynn starts to get off the stool. “It’s okay, just tell me.” Before Waylynn can answer, Memphis leans to the side and opens a drawer. After reaching inside without even looking, he sets the pot on the counter and resumes working. It seems he found a way to prove she’s the interloper after all.