Forever and Ever (Complete #1-7) Read online

  Forever and Ever Boxed Set One

  Books 1-7

  E. L. Todd

  Hartwick Publishing

  Contents

  1. All I Want Is You

  1. Cayson

  2. Skye

  3. Cayson

  4. Skye

  5. Cayson

  6. Skye

  7. Cayson

  8. Skye

  9. Cayson

  10. Skye

  11. Cayson

  12. Skye

  13. Cayson

  14. Skye

  15. Cayson

  16. Skye

  17. Cayson

  18. Skye

  19. Cayson

  2. If Loving You Is Wrong

  20. Cayson

  21. Skye

  22. Slade

  23. Trinity

  24. Cayson

  25. Skye

  26. Slade

  27. Trinity

  28. Cayson

  29. Skye

  30. Slade

  31. Trinity

  32. Cayson

  33. Skye

  34. Slade

  35. Trinity

  36. Cayson

  37. Skye

  38. Slade

  39. Trinity

  40. Skye

  3. You Are All I’ll Ever Need

  41. Slade

  42. Trinity

  43. Skye

  44. Cayson

  45. Roland

  46. Trinity

  47. Slade

  48. Trinity

  49. Cayson

  50. Skye

  51. Trinity

  52. Slade

  53. Roland

  54. Trinity

  55. Skye

  56. Cayson

  57. Slade

  4. Having You Is Never Enough

  58. Slade

  59. Trinity

  60. Roland

  61. Cayson

  62. Slade

  63. Cayson

  64. Skye

  65. Trinity

  66. Slade

  67. Trinity

  68. Slade

  69. Slade

  70. Trinity

  5. We Belong Together

  71. Trinity

  72. Slade

  73. Roland

  74. Conrad

  75. Slade

  76. Trinity

  77. Cayson

  78. Slade

  79. Skye

  80. Skye

  81. Cayson

  82. Skye

  83. Slade

  84. Cayson

  85. Skye

  86. Skye

  87. Cayson

  88. Skye

  6. You Have My Heart

  89. Conrad

  90. Silke

  91. Conrad

  92. Silke

  93. Theo

  94. Conrad

  95. Silke

  96. Theo

  97. Conrad

  98. Skye

  99. Cayson

  100. Slade

  7. You Will Be Mine

  101. Silke

  102. Conrad

  103. Theo

  104. Silke

  105. Arsen

  106. Conrad

  107. Skye

  108. Trinity

  109. Trinity

  110. Theo

  111. Cayson

  112. Conrad

  113. Silke

  114. Theo

  115. Conrad

  116. Skye

  Also by E. L. Todd

  1. All I Want Is You

  “What if I fall?

  Oh but my darling, what if you fly?”

  Erin Hanson

  1

  Cayson

  I needed to get a new laptop. The damn thing ran so slow at the most crucial times. I was trying to submit my paper to the teacher’s website when my computer decided to take a break instead.

  I decided to call the one person who knew everything about computers. He worked for a successful software company in New York City, and he was paid big bucks to make sure their servers weren’t hacked.

  It rang three times before he answered. “Hey, Son. How’s college life?”

  “Good. How are you?” I thought it would be rude to skip all the pleasantries.

  “Great. Your mother and I just got back from the Van Gogh museum.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “Haven’t you been to that already?”

  “Yeah…but your mother loves it.” Dad pulled the phone away then whispered in the background. He was probably talking to my mom. “I’ll be there in a second.” He was back to me. “Any particular reason why you called?”

  “My computer is acting weird. Everything is running slow.”

  “Is it a virus?”

  “If I knew, why would I be calling you?” The smartass inside me was coming out.

  “You’re starting to sound like your cousin, Slade.”

  “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.”

  “An insult, actually.” He breathed into the phone while he moved around. Then I heard typing. “It’s probably running slow because you’re downloading too much porn.”

  “I don’t download porn,” I argued.

  “Hey, I’m not judging you.”

  “Well, I don’t.”

  “Come on…let’s be real here,” he teased.

  “I’m not dumb enough to download it. I stream it.”

  He laughed. “Smart boy.” He typed on his computer. “Let me take a look.”

  The mouse on my screen started to move. “How the hell are you doing that?”

  “Uncle Sean and Uncle Mike don’t pay me a fortune just to look like a stud in the office.”

  “You don’t look like a stud. You look like an old man.” I watched the mouse move across the screen of its own accord. I had no idea my dad could do this. He clicked on a few icons then accessed my system setup screen.

  “I’m not old. Your mother tells me I have the same stamina I did in my twenties.”

  I cringed. “Let’s keep this PG.”

  He chuckled. “What? You think your mom and I conceived you then we just threw in the towel?”

  The idea of my parents doing it was absolutely disgusting. I wanted to gag. “Just fix my computer, Dad.”

  “Geez, someone’s in a hurry.”

  “I have to submit this paper in…” I looked at my watch. “Half an hour.”

  “I’ll be done long before then.” His mouse made a few adjustments before it went idle. “There. Brand new.”

  I used my mouse to access the website. Then I attached my paper to the correct folder and submitted it. It went through without any problems. “It worked.”

  “You sound surprised.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Maybe you should try being humble once in a while.”

  “No. As your aunt Janice would say, if you got it, flaunt it.”

  “I think she was referring to something else, Dad.” Sometimes my dad was oblivious to other people’s meanings.

  “So, how’s everything going?”

  “About the same.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me.

  “You’re doing well in your classes?”

  “Yep. Biochemistry is a snooze fest but I’m passing.”

  He chuckled. “By passing, you mean getting straight A’s?”

  I shook my head. “Unlike you, I choose to be humble.”

  “The most successful people in life didn’t stand in the corner and hope their talents would be miraculously noticed. They put themselves out there and blatantly told the world what they had to offer. Keep that in mind.”

  “Seriously? You’re giving me a pep talk?”

  “Just some wisdom from your old man.�
�

  “I thought you weren’t old?” I challenged.

  He chuckled into the phone. “Your mother says I’m like wine. I taste better as I age.”

  I cringed again. “I know you guys still have sex but do we need to talk about it?”

  “I know you jerk off but do we need to talk about how you access your porn?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Touché.”

  “Well, I’ll let you go, Son.”

  Thank god. “Thanks for your help.”

  “Anytime, kid. I love you.”

  He always said that when we got off the phone. My mom was worse. She would blabber about how much she missed me then she would discuss her favorite baby picture. My dad was the lesser of two evils. “I love you too.”

  “Call me if you need anything else.”

  “I will.”

  “Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  I dropped the phone on my desk then looked out the window. Winter was coming to Boston, and it was bringing a deep chill. Soon the ground would be covered in snow. Everyone would huddle near the fires in the student lounge. Girls would don their boots and scarves. But winter was my favorite season. I wasn’t sure why.

  I walked into the bathroom then washed my face. When I stared at the mirror, I couldn’t deny the similarities between my father and me. I had blond hair just like him, crystal blue eyes, and a fair face. I didn’t understand how I didn’t inherit any of my mother’s exotic looks. My sister did. Sometimes people didn’t believe we were siblings.

  I left my apartment then headed to Skye’s, knowing the football game was about to start.

  “What took you so long?” Slade came up to me with a beer in his hand. Of all my friends, he was definitely the closest one to me. Just like our dads, we were best friends.

  “I had to submit my paper but my computer was acting up.”

  “Too much porn?” he blurted.

  I glared at him. “No.”

  “Because you can put that stuff on a separate hard drive so it won’t affect your computer. Or you could just get another computer strictly for porn. Personally, I go with the second route.”

  “Good to know,” I said sarcastically. “My dad said my system setup screen was messed up. A virus or something. He fixed it.”

  “Uncle Cortland, the Geek Squad.”

  I eyed the sleeve of tattoos up and down his arm. His entire back was covered with different colors and so was his chest. There was hardly any virgin skin left. “At least my dad knows how to do something other than ink people.”

  “What’s wrong with inking?” He held up his beer. “You know how many tramp stamps my dad does a day? Let’s just say he sees a lot of hot ass—and gets paid for it.”

  “I’m sure Aunt Janice is thrilled about that.”

  He rolled his eyes. “My mom is annoying. Who cares what she wants?”

  I eyed the TV. “What’s the score?”

  “27-0. Seahawks.”

  “Ugh. I hate the Seahawks.”

  Slade shook his head. “Don’t let Aunt Scarlet or my dad hear you say that.”

  I opened the refrigerator then pulled out a beer. The apartment was spotless. The smell of rose hips came to my nose, the distinct scent of Skye and everything she touched. Her white furniture contrasted against her hardwood floors, and the flowers she had arranged everywhere made the place look like something you’d find on Pinterest.

  I opened a drawer then grabbed the bottle opener. After I popped the cap off, the smell of rose hips became more prominent.

  “Hey.” Skye approached the counter wearing a white shirt with a red cardigan. A silver necklace hung around her throat, and the diamond pendant in the center caught the light when she moved. “What took you so long?”

  I faced her while I gripped the bottle. “I had to turn in a paper for my theology class.”

  She cringed. “Sounds brutal.”

  I smirked. “Why do you think I’m drinking a beer at…?” I looked at my watch. “Noon.”

  She laughed. The lighthearted sound echoed in my ears. Her perfect teeth were displayed, and the tiny freckle in the corner of her mouth was more noticeable. Her hand moved to her stomach while she laughed. Then she smiled at me. “Would you prefer something stronger?”

  “No, it’s okay. It would be too easy to become an alcoholic right now.”

  “True.” She leaned against the counter while facing me. Her skintight black jeans clung to her perfect curves. And she was gifted in the chest department, just like her mom. “Business is challenging but I’m sure it’s nothing like biochemistry.”

  I shrugged. “You can’t compare the two.”

  Her eyes twinkled slightly. “Always so modest.”

  I didn’t have a response to that. I drank my beer, not sure what else to do. When I was around Skye, I was nervous. My heart rate was always a little quicker when she was near. It was difficult to pay attention to anything else in the room because she consumed my thoughts. I had her wardrobe memorized, and I recognized her scent from a mile away.

  “There’s pizza and appetizers on the table.”

  It took me a moment to process what she said. I was too busy eyeing the freckle in the corner of her mouth. “Thanks. You’re always a great host.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I really am my mother’s daughter.”

  “That’s not a bad thing.”

  “Are you kidding me?” She rolled her shoulders then stretched her neck. “These damn boobs are killing my back. Sometimes I just want to chop them off.”

  I didn’t glance down, keeping my eyes glued to her face. “Most girls would kill for your curves.”

  “Then they would change their minds when they realized how painful it was.”

  I put my beer on the counter then grabbed her elbow. “I can loosen things up for you.”

  “No, it’s okay—”

  I turned her around then rested my hand on the area between her shoulder blades. I massaged the muscle, feeling the tightness. My hand was large enough to span her entire back. I kept the other one on her hip, holding her in place.

  Skye immediately fell quiet, moaning softly at my touch. She rolled her head and closed her eyes.

  I was over a foot taller than her, and I was twice her size. Her petite frame made it easier for me to massage her. I could do so much work with just a single hand. I rubbed my fingertips in a circular motion, relaxing the muscle underneath. With her petite waist and small rib cage, I understood why her back hurt all the time. Her breasts were disproportionately large in comparison to her small stature. My hand moved to the back of her neck and I loosened the muscle there. Being this close to her, touching her, made my breath hitch.

  I looked past her and saw everyone on the couch. Slade rolled his eyes then acted like he was jerking off with his hand.

  I ignored him and kept moving my hands.

  After a few minutes, she finally turned around with sleepiness in her eyes. “Now I’m ready for a nap.”

  I laughed. “It is Sunday. That’s allowed.”

  “It’s rude for the hostess to ignore her guests.”

  I scanned everyone on the couch. Their eyes were glued to the TV. “I don’t think anyone would notice.”

  “They would if the food was gone.”

  I laughed again. “Animals.”

  She touched my forearm then dropped it. “Thanks for the massage.”

  “Anytime.”

  She walked back to the living room then took her spot on the couch. I stayed behind the counter and drank my beer.

  Slade made his way over, standing beside me. “Massive hard-on?”

  I didn’t deny it. “Yep.”

  “I thought so.”

  I stayed in my spot and watched the TV from where I was standing.

  “You know what works for me?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Imagining an evil clown busting the shit out of a piñata.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “That’s oddly specific.”


  He shrugged. “I’m telling ya, it works.”

  I drank my beer and pictured it.

  Slade winked at me. “Told ya.” He walked back to the living room.

  I walked behind the couch then took a seat. “Hey, Trinity.”

  “Hey.” She had a magazine in her lap. Her long blonde hair reached her chest. Gold hoop earrings hung from her lobes, and she wore a purple scarf. Her outfit was usually splashed with color. “How’s it going?”

  “Good. I’m glad it’s Sunday, but it’s also the day I’m most depressed.”

  “Why?”