Remember Me: Oakville Series:Book Two (7 page)

When we get home, Kyle takes the food to the kitchen to plate while I find a movie to watch. I’m not really sure what kind of movies I like. After giving it a little thought, I choose a horror movie. I figure it will give me a good excuse to snuggle up in Kyle’s arms. Every part of me wants him and I am finished denying myself. I need him to see that I’m here, I’m alive, and the fear he feels of something happening to me has to stop. The only way to make that happen is to start living again. Living like the married couple that we are, that I want to be in every sense. We both need to get back to living normal lives, free from drama, and I’ve regained enough of my memories to do just that. I can go back to working at the center again and Kyle can get back to the bar. Back to playing the music he loves with the guys.

“So, what will we be watching tonight? Some sappy love story?” Kyle teases as he lays my plate on the coffee table in front of me.

“I was thinking something scary sounded better,” I say. When I look over at him, he has his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. What’s that all about?

“Okay. That’s fine with me. If you’re sure,” he says with a hint of a laugh. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

“Do you not think I can handle a scary movie?”

“Well, you’ve always hated them because they scare the crap out of you.”

“Then I guess you will have to hold me if I get too scared.” Just a hint of a smile graces his handsome face. I can see how appealing the idea is to him by the way he has to adjust himself in his jeans.

“I think I can handle that,” he says as he starts to eat his cheese steak. Clark makes the best cheese steaks I’ve ever had. My mouth starts to water at the thought, so I begin to dig into mine.

Luckily, my mind is on my food and not on the ear piercing screams coming from the movie. I guess these movies still scare me. When both of our plates are empty, I jump up from the couch and carry them to the kitchen. I was trying not to look at the screen but of course, I do. Why do people like these blood and gore movies? Yuck. I take my time in the kitchen. Putting the plates in the dishwasher then throwing all of the trash away. When I can’t find anything else to do, I grab a couple beers and slowly make my way back to the living room. I hand Kyle a beer and sit beside him on the couch.

All of these movies are the same. Some woman is some place she shouldn’t be and you know she’s about to be slaughtered. I can feel myself shaking. Kyle must think I’m cold. He grabs the throw blanket from the back of the couch and spreads it out over me. But before I can thank him, a really gruesome part comes on the screen. I am practically on his lap with my face buried in his chest and the blanket covering it for good measure.

“Aww, princess, a little scared?” Kyle chuckles

“No. Not at all. Just getting comfy,” I say as innocently as I possibly can. Kyle is still chuckling. I do not like these movies. Not. At. All.

Laying against Kyle’s chest, wrapped tightly in his arms, is so relaxing. Today was a great day but a little draining. I’m enjoying the feeling of being here with him so close and I don’t want it to end, but unfortunately, my body has other plans. I fight it for as long as I can, but after a while, I have no choice but to give into the exhaustion.

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I climb the stairs, carrying a sleeping Amber in my arms, I think about the perfect night we had. For one night, it felt like we were a normal married couple without all of the baggage and drama that haunts us. Even though we only sat and watched movies, it was the most fun I’ve had in a very long time. I feel so relaxed and happy.

The best part of the night was the look of want in Amber’s beautiful brown eyes. How in the hell I managed to keep my dick in my pants, I will never know. Every time she buried her face in my chest, the air was knocked right out of my lungs. By the time the movie was over, I was so fucking turned on I wanted to take her right there on the living room floor. But I didn’t. For one, she was sound asleep. And two, I don’t want to push her.

So, here I am, hard as a rock, tucking my wife into bed so I can sleep in the chair across the room. I try to keep telling myself it will be worth it. When we finally come together again, it will be unbelievable. Thank God, she’s already in her pajamas. I would explode if I had to change her clothes for her. I lay her gently down on the bed and pull the sheet over her. I lean down and lightly brush my lips against hers. I miss the softness of her lips. It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away and not take it farther. Normally, I would be happy just to hold her close to me, but it’s been too long, I wouldn’t be able to stop there. I make my way to the chair and strip down to my boxers. After about ten minutes of moving around, I finally get comfortable enough to fall asleep.

“Kyle! Kyle! Please, help me! I don’t want to leave you! I love you! I’m so sorry, please forgive me!” I jump from the chair the second I hear her screaming. The terror in her voice shatters me from the inside out. My body is shaking as I crawl into the bed next to her. I wrap her tightly in my arms and pull her closely to me, calming her thrashing.

“Shh. I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re okay, baby. I promise,” I whisper, holding her tighter. I continue to tell her how much I love her and that she is safe, attempting to break through her cries. I wish I could erase all of the images that torment her night after night. After a few moments, she finally starts to calm, my voice breaking through to her.

“I’m sorry,” Amber whispers against my chest.

“Princess, you have nothing to be sorry for.” I raise her head so I can see her eyes. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But you have put your entire life on hold for me. And for what? A wife that doesn’t act like much of a wife? We don’t even sleep in the same bed. You sleep in that uncomfortable chair every night so you can calm me when I wake up screaming. You spend every second of every day with me. What about your bar? Your friends? Your band? You can’t possibly be happy. Maybe...I... maybe I should just leave.” She buries her head back into my chest, her wet tears hitting my skin as her shoulders begin to shake from her sobs. She can’t be serious. The thought of her leaving sends an unbearable ache straight to my heart. I know she’s frustrated and scared — hell, we both are — but there is no way she is leaving me now, we are too close to having our life back.

“Look at me,” I demand a little too harshly, needing her to hear me. Her head slowly lifts and her eyes find mine. “Please, don’t say you’re going away ever again. I’ve almost lost you too many times. This last time though…” I take a deep breath and shake my head, pulling myself together. “Sometimes you forget that I was there too. I had to helplessly watch the whole accident play out in front of me and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do to help you. I wanted to. So badly.” Tears flow down my face and I don’t even try to stop them. She needs to see that I am as affected by this as she is. That I’m right here alongside her. “For better or worse...that’s what we vowed. I’m not bailing just because we are going through a tough time. Would you?”

“Of course not. You have to stop blaming yourself for everything that’s happened. I don’t blame you for not being able to do anything. There was nothing you could have done. I know if there was something that could have been done, you would have done it. The person that caused all of this pain for us is gone for good. We have to stop letting him hurt us,” Amber says through her tears. I lean down and kiss her lips lightly. She has the softest, sweetest lips. I know that should be the last thing on my mind, they just feel so good against mine.

“Please don’t cry. I am so happy. Happy that you’re alive, happy you are here with me.” I kiss her again. “Every day you remember more and more. My life is not on hold. I am still doing what I want. I am still living my life with you. You don’t realize that without you I wouldn’t have a life worth living.” She takes a deep breath, grabs my face in her hands, and crashes her lips to mine. For the briefest second I hesitate, shocked. But when her tongue sweeps across my lips, I let go. The moment our tongues meet, my body is on fire. There is no hesitation on her part. I feel the want, the need, in the way she’s kissing me. I don’t remember ever being this turned on in my life. Allowing myself something I have wanted for weeks, I begin to run my hands over every part of her beautiful body. Her skin is so soft, like silk.

“Please make love to me,” she whispers. “I want you. I need you so badly. I love you and can’t wait any longer.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you.” I must be an idiot, am I really trying to talk her out of this? I have only a sliver of self-control left.

“I’ve remembered what it’s like when you make love to me, but I want to feel it. I don’t want to keep worrying about the old memories; I want to focus on making new ones.” She looks up at me, her eyes pleading with me to give in. I couldn’t say no to her now even if I wanted to, and I definitely don’t want to. I take her face in my hands.

“I have missed you so much, princess,” I whisper against her neck. “You are so fucking beautiful. I love you and only you forever. Let me show you how much.” I gently bring my lips to meet hers, my whole body shaking with a combination of nerves and want. I’ve missed this closeness to Amber. For a while, it’s something I didn’t think I would ever feel again.

Moving my lips to her neck, I trail my tongue along her pulse, kissing and sucking gently as I move my way up to that spot behind her ear. Her favorite spot. As soon as my tongue glides across that spot, her breathing instantly picks up, coming in short, sharp pants. Her hands slowly glide down my back as I squeeze her hip, wanting more. I continue to suck and kiss, moving my mouth down once more, my hand moving up to her stomach. Her fingers are still playing along my back; slowly teasing with feather light touches intermingled with light scratches. She finally reaches my ass and grips it tight, pulling my lower body into hers.

I grind my painfully hard cock against the heat I feel emanating through her shorts and panties, eliciting a breathy and deep moan from her lips. I slow my movements, drawing a path with my tongue from her neck to between her breasts in a feeble attempt to keep my control in check. She doesn’t need me losing control right now. No, she needs to feel everything I’m doing to her. Really feel how perfect we truly are together as one.

As I kiss along her ribs, I move my hand further up her stomach, pushing her shirt up as my teeth nip at her breasts and my other hand moves around to her ass, gripping the perfection and squeezing. I moan at the feel of her ass in my hand, the tease of her tits in my face still fully covered, the breathy moans she lets out as I touch her. My senses are reeling, my body tense from how turned on I am. My cock is so hard it could cut glass and I love every minute of this sweet torture. I find her nipple with my tongue and swirl around it, bringing it to more of a peak before gently biting through the material.

“Oh, god,” Amber moans, deep and raspy, her voice belaying just how turned on she is as her hands grasp onto my hair and pull slightly. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. She keeps my head where it is, pressing down slightly, taking control of where my mouth goes, and fuck if I don’t feel my cock swell even more. I lick and suck the sensitive peak through her shirt, moaning as I look down at the wet spot revealing just how beautiful her rosy nipples are. I go to move to taste her other nipple when she pushes my head away, releases my hair, and reaches up, pulling her t-shirt off over her head, finally allowing me to see her perfect tits. I groan, and it sounds feral to my own ears.

She smiles down at me when she sees me admiring her, her eyes hooded with desire, her breathing rapid. Fucking perfection. I reach up and cup them in my hands, watching as she licks her lips. In one move, I’m up over her, pressing my body firmly into hers and crashing my lips to hers as I tweak her nipples in my hand. She undulates her hips, trying to find the friction she needs, moaning with each brush of contact against my cock. Fucking gorgeous.