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  A Forbidden Love

  NIQUEL

  NIQUEL Copyright © 2013 Niquel

  All rights reserved.

  This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are used in a fictitious matter or are products of the author’s imagination.

  *Warning* This book is not recommended for readers under the age of 18 due to the use of strong sexual language, adult content, and violent situations.

  ISBN: 1494301156

  ISBN-13: 9781494301156

  Table of CONTENTS

  DEDICATION

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to Chris, for pushing me to finish this project even though it was just a crazy fantasy I had written down in a single red notebook.

  To my girls K&K for putting up with mommy being stuck behind a computer screen for hours at a time and still loving and accepting me.

  To my sisters, Coco, Dee, Mishoo & Ruppster. Thank you girls so much for making me do this! You never stopped believing in my story for one second and stood behind me every step of the way!

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  T.E & J.S I thank you girls, for being brutally honest with me and being the best beta testers a girl could ever ask for!

  J.L I am forever grateful for you re-editing this book for me and pushing me to my full potential. I’m so happy that you were 1000% honest with me and didn’t coddle me. It certainly helped me become a better author and story teller!

  To my BGE girls, I love you all for putting up with my constant postings, messages, and annoying pictures and for standing behind me 100% with this project.

  To the rest of my family and close friends, I appreciate all the support you guys have given me, whether it was supplying me with pens, helping me with the girls, or just checking in to make sure I was writing. I appreciate the faith you all had in me!

  Chapter 1: What Have I Done?

  “What did I just do? I’ve only been here a few hours and he’s already attempted to fuck me.” My heart raced as he firmly held the door shut, preventing me from leaving. Releasing my grip from the doorknob, I backed away, staring at him in a complete daze. It felt as if I were under a spell gazing into those solid green eyes of his. The profound dimples in his cheeks, sexy lips and his thin, neatly trimmed goatee, also complimented his infectious smile.

  While grasping my not so tiny frame with his thick, strong hands he tossed me back onto the mattress, gently caressing every curve of my spine with his fingers, as he proceeded to unhook my black bra, and rip off my red t-shirt.

  “Allan, wait.”

  “Don’t worry, there won’t be any more interruptions,” he reassured me.

  I felt the warmth of his tongue gliding around my breasts, hardening my nipples as he removed my khaki shorts and black lace panties. I watched his hands closely as he anxiously removed his pants, exposing his large hairless erection. He teased and taunted my sex with his massive tool, deliberately stroking it against my clit and making me wet as fuck.

  Desire burned between my legs craving him inside of me, wanting him to pound my slit until I couldn’t bear to stand. He finally relieved my need after sliding himself inside of me, lifting one leg into the air and placing my foot over his shoulder; sending tiny waves of pleasure throughout my entire body as our hips moved together in harmony. After hours of intense bliss, I could feel my eyes start to roll into the back of my head.

  My body quivered uncontrollably as he brought me to orgasm, which was a feat no other man had accomplished until now. Sweaty and covered in my juices, he slid off my naked body and left the room briefly to clean himself up. Upon his return he gave me a warm kiss goodnight, while I laid their panting, trying to regain my composure. I couldn’t resist the temptation to stay the night, not now, not after the way he made me feel.

  I rolled over and faced the wall, tightly clinching the sheet around my torso, wondering why it was so easy for me to let myself go with him? Was it his insanely large sexy back tattoo? Those thick, toned, delicious legs? His sweet semi-southern accent? Or was it the fact that I had been crushing on him for so long, that I felt this would instantly make him mine? Either way this wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time I’d succumb to him sexually.

  Awakening the next morning to the flash of golden sun rays beaming directly in my face, I glanced between the blinds, feeling a gentle breeze blow through the bottom.

  “Holy shit Allan! Was that open the whole time? What if someone heard us?”

  “So what if they did? Who cares?” he said.

  “You’re right,” I said hesitantly.

  Rolling off the single queen-size mattress onto the floor, I pulled my long, flow-y, brown sun dress out of the bag and slipped the straps of my tan wedge shoes over the heels of my feet. While clutching the small black bag close to my body, I strolled down the narrow hallway towards an old wooden door with a weird navy blue mail slot; to take my walk of shame to my car.

  Allan swiftly snatched me by my arm and gave me a long passionate kiss goodbye. “Text me when you get home Ice.”

  “I will,” I said sweetly as I crept down the slightly broken brick stairs to the passenger side door of my car.

  I named the car Tina after my late grandmother; she passed it on to me just before she fell ill with cancer. It was an old red Chevy Malibu, decorated with random rusty blemishes under the gas cap, all four door frames and my front right headlight. She wasn’t pretty, but we’ve been through a lot together! I opened the door and dropped my duffel bag in the front seat.

  As I walked around the back of my car to the driver side door, with a huge grin streaming from my face, I heard an unfamiliar voice say, “Looks like you had a good time last night!”

  My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as I opened the door. Glancing over the roof of my car, I locked eyes with a mysterious stranger. He was about six-feet tall with short, dark, spiky hair, covered in random tattoos, standing directly behind my car. His face was similar to Allan’s minus the dimples and goatee, his skin wasn’t as tanned and his voice was a lot deeper without an accent.

  “I’m Jake, Al’s brother. I’m here to give him a lift to work, is he up?”

  “Nice to meet you Jake, and yea he’s definitely up,” I nodded.

  I shut the door behind me, clicked my seatbelt, and drove toward the highway. While approaching the on ramp, traffic was at a complete stand-still. Cars were bumper to bumper and there seemed to be an endless amount of brake lights for miles. “Great, gridlock traffic-whose bright idea was it to leave at 8:30 A.M again?”

  Angrily waiting, my phone vibrated underneath the center console, making my body slightly jerk in fear behind the wheel. I turned the mini Bluetooth device on in my ear and proceeded to answer with caution.

  “Hello?”

  “Where have you been? I’ve been calling and texting you all night!”

  Frazzled from the traffic jam, and clearly not thinking straight, I asked who it was.

  “Uh- Nikki!” she shouted back at me. Nikki was my best friend from childhood. She lived right
next door to me and we were pretty much inseparable. I’ve known her all of my life and no matter how much time has passed between us over the years, we’ve always seemed to make our way back to each other.

  “Oh, hey- I was out.”

  “Were you ‘out’ with Mr. Allan?” she said sarcastically.

  “Maybe,” I chuckled, as a warm tingling sensation radiated from beneath my dress. I started reminiscing about the wall shattering sex I had last night.

  “Let me call you back, I’m stuck in horrible traffic right now.”

  “Whatever, bye!” she snarled back at me.

  After three grueling hours in traffic, I finally made it home and immediately texted Allan, like a thirteen year old school girl would after her first encounter with a crush.

  Me: I’m home, thanks for the wonderful night!

  Twelve hours passed, and I still hadn’t heard back from him. I wondered if he was ignoring me on purpose, or did he simply not give a damn that I made it home? Whatever, it’s time for me to go to bed, not dwell over some one night stand.

  In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by an annoying vibration coming from my night stand. I looked back at the clock and in bold, bright red numbers it flashed one A.M. Who in their right mind would be messaging me at this time of night? Of course being a nosey person by nature, I crawled out of bed to check the message. It was from Allan, but I saved his number under the name “Lover.”

  Lover: Hey my sweet, sorry it took me so long to get back to you, I had a rough day at work and I’d like to see you again... tonight.

  “This man must be insane! He lives an hour away and it’s extremely late!” I sat down on the edge of my bed and imagined his hands all over me again. Firmly cupping my breasts with his palms, as he gently sucked on my neck and explored the inside of me with more than just his fingers. I decided to take the trip and urgently messaged him back.

  Me: I’m getting dressed, and I’ll be on my way!

  I’ve officially gone crazy for this man, and I couldn’t figure out why! I quickly packed my overnight bag, freshened up, and made my way out the front door.

  The hour drive to Auburn felt like an eternity, but I knew I would be safe in his arms once again. I pulled into the long, dark driveway, parked by an old tree that rested at the end of the pavement, and sent Allan a text.

  Me: Hey babe, I’m outside. There was no response, so I decide to call, and there was that unfamiliar voice again.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, can you let Allan know I’m outside. It’s Alecia.”

  “He’s not here right now, but I can let you in. It’s Jake, by the way.”

  “Why would he ask me to come all this way and not be home? This makes absolutely no sense to me.” Jake appeared at the door shirtless, wearing a long black pair of basketball shorts, that stopped just below his knees, and a pair of black sneakers.

  “I can take that bag for you, just head on upstairs.”

  Still confused by the situation I asked, “Where is Allan, and why are we going upstairs? His room is on the first floor.”

  “I know that but I didn’t want to leave you there by yourself. He knows you’re here and he’ll uh, be back soon.”

  I had a feeling “soon” wasn’t actually going to be soon enough. I anxiously walked up the wooden stair case, cringing as each step slightly caved under my feet. I went through the white door, and spotted an old wooden backless stool in the corner of the room. Jake placed my bag on the floor in front of me while I sat down.

  “Would you like a drink?” he asked.

  “Sure, what do you have?” Anything was better than sitting here staring at my lover’s half naked brother.

  “What about Sex on the Beach?”

  My jaw nearly hit the floor. “I’d prefer it on a bed but…”

  “No, no I meant the drink!”

  Utterly embarrassed, I took the beverage and it was delicious. Two of my favorite liquors, schnapps and vodka, were mixed in with cranberry and orange juice on the rocks. After pounding back three drinks, I felt completely inebriated. I noticed Jake staring at me from afar, undressing me with his eyes. By the weird expression on his face and the awkward silence, I sensed Allan had no idea I was here and it scared me a little. I wasn’t wearing anything extravagant, just black leggings, an oversized white t-shirt, and my black flip flops.

  “So, what do you do for a living Jake?” I asked as a distraction.

  “I tattoo part time, but construction is my nine to five.”

  “What about you?”

  “Well right now I’m in school for Graphic Design, but I also work part time at a sub shop.”

  “How old are you exactly?” he inquired.

  “Twenty-four. And yourself?”

  “Twenty-seven years young. Would you like to watch a movie or something til Al gets here?”

  “I don’t know, Jake, he’s taking quite a long time to get home.”

  “It’s okay, you’ll be fine. So what kind of movies are you interested in? Let me guess girly love shit right?”

  “I love action, comedy and some girly love shit, thank you very much!”

  As he began searching through his huge stock pile of DVDs, I found myself studying his random tattoos. He had a huge lion’s head on his left arm with a snake in its mouth.

  “What’s the story behind that tat?”

  “Which one? I have hundreds.”

  “The lion head with the snake in its mouth.”

  “The lion is the king of the jungle and rules all animals. The snake is one of the sneakiest poisonous animals around, so I combined the two as a representation of pride, strength, and to fear no prey”

  “Wow, I didn’t expect that to have such a deep meaning behind it.”

  He stopped looking for a movie and slowly began creeping closer and closer towards me.

  “Do you have any tattoos?”

  “I actually have two of them, this purple butterfly on my right foot, and the other one is on a need to know basis.” I said with a smirk.

  “How about one more drink?” Jake said slyly.

  “I knew I shouldn’t have, but agreed out of the sheer fear of what would come next.”

  He walked over and handed me another full cup. The robust scent of liquor quickly filled my nose as I placed the red cup to my lips. This last drink was quite a bit stronger than the others, but I inhaled it none the less. I watched Jake closely as I gulped it down so fast it nearly knocked me on my ass.

  “You sure make some strong ass drinks Jake,” I slurred.

  “Hey, what can I say? I like to have a good time!” he said, as I felt the warmth of his breath against the nape of my neck.

  “Jake what are you doing?”

  “I was searching for your mystery tattoo.”

  “Well it’s not on my neck.”

  Panicking, I grabbed his arm and yanked him back in front of me. While tightly grasping his forearm in my hand, I pointed out another tattoo. This time it was a wolf with a scar over its left eye, with a dream catcher dangling off his bottom fangs.

  “You sure have a lot of animal tattoos. What’s the story behind the wolf and dream catcher?”

  “The wolf epitomizes leadership, strength, and determination. The dream catcher is symbolized for keeping bad dreams away, so in reality, it means to find your inner strength and pursue your dreams no matter what. So about that secret tattoo, what part of your body is it on?”

  “I’m not telling you, and if you want to know so bad ask your brother since he knows where it is.”

  “That’s not fair; I need to see it for myself.” He stepped directly behind me and placed his hand upon my shoulder. Feeling him slowly inch down the front of my t-shirt, I pushed him away.

  “Jake, stop.”

  Suddenly the door swung open and Allan appeared right before my eyes. With his fingers tightly clenched by his sides and a scowl on his face, he looked pretty pissed off. Looking at his brother then back over at me he s
hook his head in both disappointment and disapproval.

  Despite being upset, Allan looked amazing tonight. He wore a black sleeveless undershirt and a pair of fitted ripped blue jeans. I wanted to pounce on him and rip his clothes off that instant!

  “Allan, I got your text and came right over to see you.”

  “Alecia, I never sent you a text.”

  I stood up and staggered towards him, extending my arms to give him a hug and said, “I don’t understand.”

  “You’re drunk. Maybe you should lie down and we’ll talk about this in a few.”

  Sitting down on a long, blue futon, I shook my black flip flops on to the glossy wooden floor beneath me and lay down. I watched as Allan and Jake stormed through the white bedroom door, and listened as they stomped down the stairs like a herd of elephants. There was so much yelling and cursing going on, but I was too intoxicated to comprehend anything they were saying. I closed my eyes and fell into a drunken slumber.

  Next thing I remembered, I awoke well after 1 P.M. the following day. It wasn’t as sunny and bright as the day before, but dark and gloomy instead. I rolled over hoping to see Allan’s face, but he was nowhere to be found. My head felt as if someone had smashed it in with a sledge hammer and I was in desperate need of caffeine right away.

  One glimpse around the room and I quickly realized Allan had abandoned me in Jake’s bedroom last night. Allan didn’t have any posters of tattooed, topless women, or silver guns hanging up in his room, nor did he have a large plasma TV mounted to the wall.

  In a panic, I slipped into my flip flops, grabbed my duffel bag, and bolted through the empty liquor bottle and plastic cup obstacle course on Jake’s floor. I pulled my phone out of my bag to check my messages and one was waiting there from Allan.

  Lover: I didn’t mean to ditch you like that Alecia but I had to get to the bottom of this. I couldn’t understand why the fuck Jake lured you over the house. If I knew he would’ve pulled this, he could’ve kept his phone and let mine die. We both went straight to work this morning so that’s why I never woke you.