Remember Me: Oakville Series:Book Two (8 page)

I move lower, taking first one, then the other nipple into my mouth. Nipping, sucking, kissing, licking, and biting. I continue to alternate until she’s writhing beneath me and my control is on the verge of extinction.

“Fuck, Kyle, more. I need…” Just like that, I snap. A growl travels up my throat as I pull her shorts off and rip her panties away from her body. The next instant, my mouth is on her, my tongue dipping into her folds to find her clit swollen and throbbing. I moan against her, sucking it into my mouth as I swirl my finger into the wetness around her entrance. Fuck, she’s soaked.

“Yes… god, Kyle. Yes,” she moans, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I thrust two fingers inside of her as I wrap my lips around her clit and moan. She bucks off the bed and my cock twitches painfully. Jesus Christ, I’m so close.

“Does that feel good, baby? God, you’re so fucking wet,” I say, my fingers still moving in and out of her as my thumb reaches up, applying pressure to her clit, circling.

“Tell me what you need, princess. Tell me.” I reach up with my other hand and tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, my eyes transfixed on her beautiful pussy as she rides my hand.

“Kyle, I…I need…” she moans, a guttural moan that comes straight from her lips to my cock. I look up, taking her in. Her eyes are closed, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, a light sheen of sweat covering her body as her tits heave with each inhale and exhale of breath, bouncing so fucking perfectly with each thrust of my fingers. A light blush erupts across her skin. So close, she’s so fucking close. I move my thumb away from her clit and lower my head once more. My fingers continue their rhythm as I curve them forward, rubbing against that spot inside of her. I suck her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue and nipping softly.

“Holy…fuck…mother of...” Amber yells, her body shuddering underneath me as I roll her nipple once more. I remove my fingers and plunge my tongue inside of her, lapping at her juices as she rides my face through her orgasm. As soon as her body calms, I stand up, forcefully removing my pants from my body. I grip my cock, stroking it only slightly as I take her in. She’s perfection in every way. And, mine. Mine, still. Mine, again. Mine.

I ease my body over hers, kissing her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her mouth.

“Are you okay, princess?” I ask, gently nipping at her lip as I swirl my cock in her wetness.

“Yes, god, I’m more than okay. I need you, Kyle. Need to feel you, need you to make us one.” Her eyes flutter open as the sexiest blush rises to her cheeks. I stare into her eyes through my own hooded lids. She rubs herself along my shaft and I shudder, my body tensing as her eyes reveal everything I need to continue. Love, so much fucking love my heart skips a beat, stuttering in my chest. I have her back. She may not have all of her memories but she’s mine, just as much as I’m hers.

She moves her entrance over me, the tip of my cock slipping inside of her.

“Kyle,” she moans as she begins to move herself on me, pushing me in deeper with each thrust of her hips. I moan low and push the rest of the way in until I’m fully seated inside of her.

“Amber,” her name is a whisper dancing across my lips. A promise in so many ways. Never again will I allow anything to happen to her; never again will she be harmed. Because here, just like this, I’m home. Amber is my home, my heart, my soul, and I’ll be damned if anyone takes that away from me.

Her nails scratch down my back and dig into my ass, propelling me forward.

“I need more, Kyle. I need you to move…” She smirks.

“As you wish, baby.” I give her my own smirk as I move almost completely out of her and slowly, oh so slowly, push back in. Her jaw slackens and her eyes close. “Amber, baby, look at me,” I say as I pull out of her once more, gritting my teeth against my impending orgasm, trying to force it back. The moment her eyes open, I become lost. My eyes never leave hers as I move in and out; moans and heavy breaths are the only sound in the room, like our own beautiful sheet music. A song made just for us.

“Oh, Kyle. Yes, Kyle. I…I love you. I love you.” Shudders instantly wrack her body, her pussy spasming against my cock, squeezing it so beautifully I can’t help but let go and fall with her. Our eyes never disconnect, our jaws both slackened, mouths open. Absorbing the pleasure running through our veins, humming against our skin, adding to the melody that is ours and ours alone.

“I love you, Amber. So much, baby. So much.” I gently pull out of her and lay down next to her. She cuddles up close with her head resting on my chest. As I wrap my arms around her, I can’t help but think that I am the luckiest man on earth. I’ve never been happier. I knew when we connected again it was going to be amazing, but this was so much more than I had imagined. Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it.

“Wow. I know there are a lot of things I don’t remember still, but I think it’s pretty safe to say that was the best ever,” Amber says with a giggle as she places light kisses on my chest.

“It was the best...so far anyway.” I look down at her and give her my cocky grin. “Does this mean I don’t have to sleep in the chair any longer?” She raises up so that she can look me in the eyes. Is this something she actually has to think about? No. She’s teasing me. This is new. Amber never was much of a tease. That was always my job. I like this new part of her, though. It’s pretty hot.

“Hmm. I guess it would be okay if you slept here with me from now on, but only on one condition.”

“And what would that be?”

“That you promise to hold me just like this all night.” I see the blush creep up her face before she lowers her head back against my chest.

“There is nothing I would rather do,” I tell her as I squeeze her a little tighter. Again, she lifts her head with a lopsided grin. She’s trying not to laugh as she speaks.

“Are you sure about that?” I give her a questioning look. “Are you sure there is
nothing
you would rather do?” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. She is so cute when she’s trying to be funny.

“When you put it that way, of course I would rather be doing you. However, I think we should get some sleep.” She smiles up at me and snuggles back in as close as she can to me.

“That does sound good. Goodnight, Kyle.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

I’ve been lying here watching Amber sleep for the last hour. Several times during the night, I woke up and pulled her closer to me, happy to know it wasn’t all a dream. This is how I had always pictured our lives. Making love to her every chance I can, falling asleep with her wrapped in my arms, and waking up the same way. Yes, I could do this every night and day for the rest of my life.

“Good morning, handsome,” Amber says with a sleepy voice and a beautiful smile. “How did you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a very long time, thanks to you. How about you?”

“I feel really rested. So rested that I think we should just stay in this bed all day.” Oh, how that offer tempts me.

“You have no idea how badly I would love that, but I invited Beasley over so the two of you could spend some time together. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Of course I don’t mind! Thank you. It will be great to spend some time with him.”

“Good, now let’s get dressed.” I place a quick kiss to her lips and guide her to the shower, planning to take her at least once before the day begins.

“S
O...WHERE
are we going?” I ask Beasley as we continue our drive down an unfamiliar road.

“This may sound a little silly, but when you were little I always wanted to take you to the county fair. I never had the chance back then. The county fair is going on right now and I thought, better late than never.” He looks at me with a nervous smile. This is the sweetest gesture. I can’t believe I am going to spend the day at the fair with my dad. Suddenly, I feel all giddy inside. Now I’m the one being silly. I am a grown woman for goodness sakes.

“It sounds perfect. I love the fair and I haven’t been since I was in high school.” I bet this was partly Kyle’s idea. The other night, he told me about all the times we went to the fair when we were younger. I had remembered how much fun it was and I told him I would like to go again sometime. I wonder why he didn’t want to take me. I’m looking forward to spending a day with my dad, but I was looking forward to the fair with Kyle.

“I begged him to let me take you. He mentioned your conversation about the fair and about it bringing back some good memories for you. It really is a place I’ve always wanted to take you. So much of your time is spent trying to regain old memories, I thought it might be fun and a hell of a lot more relaxing if we just made some new ones.” He smiles sweetly, reminding once again how lucky I am to have him as my dad. Kyle put my relationship with Beasley and Beasley’s feelings ahead of his own. I should have known better.

“Thanks. Sounds like we have a fun day ahead of us,” I say as I smile brightly back at him.

The rest of the drive is relaxing. We chat about anything and everything we can think of. I’m always so comfortable and relaxed around Beasley. It’s almost as if I’ve always known that he’s my dad. The second I open the car door, the smell teases my nostrils. I take a deep breathe. God, I love that smell — fried food and cotton candy. It has my mouth watering.

“Today is your day, Amber, so you lead the way. Where do you want to start first?” I look around and think for a minute before grabbing Beasley’s hand and pulling him through the crowd. Being here makes me feel like a kid all over again. I look back over my shoulder and see that Beasley is smiling and laughing. At least he doesn’t think I’m crazy.

It doesn’t take long to reach my destination. I remember sitting on my grandpa’s lap in the bumper cars as a very small child. I loved them more than any other ride. When I got old enough to drive my own bumper car, he would always pretend he couldn’t get away from me, knowing how much I enjoyed crashing into him. Of course, I didn’t know he was pretending when I was little.

“Gene would always tell me how much fun the two of you had riding the bumper cars.”

“I was just thinking about that. This has always been my favorite ride. Want to give it a go?”

“You bet I do. Why don’t you hold us a spot in the line and I’ll go buy us a wristband for the rides. ”

“Sounds good to me.” I got in the back of the line as Beasley walked over to purchase our wristbands. It’s a weekday so the lines are nice and short. Beasley comes back just in time for our turn.

As soon as I’m through the gate, I see the car I want. In the far back corner is a black car with dark purple flames along its sides. Rushing over, I jump in and buckle the straps around my shoulders and lap. When I look over at Beasley, he has a grin on his face that stretches from ear to ear. I can only imagine it’s the same look that’s on my face. The buzzer goes off, letting us know we can start, and I slam my foot on the pedal.