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Chapter Twenty-Two

Tessa

It takes another couple of days before I get my wish.

In these two days, I’ve come to understand that my near drowning wasn’t an accident. The police have come by the hospital a number of times, but Nathan keeps turning them back or speaking to them himself.

I’m so close to recalling all the details, but everytime I push my mind harder, I get a splitting headache and an inexplicable sense of doom.

I know it must be something very bad.

Yet, I’m surrounded by so much good. A loving boyfriend, supportive friends and coworkers. Nathan’s mom, who visits me everyday.

And early this morning, just before Nathan arrived to take me home, Max told me something that I’ve decided to keep to myself until I remember more.

I cradle my still flat belly, giddy with excitement and nursing a secret smile on my lips.

Now, we’re in an Audi A8 I don’t recognize as one of Nathan’s, speeding toward his Hollywood Hills home.

Although there’s a lot I still don’t remember—nothing about my childhood, parents, or high school—the moment we enter the gated driveway, flanked on either side by manicured lawns, I know without a doubt that I’ve never been here before.

But that doesn’t make sense, not if I’m dating Nathan. I mean, what girlfriend hasn’t seen where her boyfriend lives? “You’re not really my boyfriend, are you?”

Hesitating to answer, he shoots me a look as if to decide if he thinks I can handle the truth. Finally, he admits, “Not yet. But we were working our way there. Why do you ask?”

I remain silent, unsure how to process the news.

“I want you, I just want you to have your full memory back so you can decide if you want the same thing.”

“Is there a reason I wouldn’t want to?”

“Not really, no. It’s just because once you’re mine, Tess, there’s no turning back. Ever.”

I like the sound of that. “But what if I never regain my memory?”

“You will. Tess, what you have is dissociative amnesia. The emotional and psychological trauma you experienced triggered your mind to block out those deeply disturbing memories. But there are enough clues still in your life that one of them is very likely going to trigger you to remember everything.”

I nod, rooted to the spot as he gets out and rounds the car to my side. Just the thought of regaining my memory sends a bolt of panic through me. Whatever it is must be bad, and it might change my life, so I’d rather live in the moment.

He pulls me into the house. The interior looks even better than the outside, but I don't bother to take it all in because, suddenly, I have him exactly where I want him.

“Nathan,” I murmur, snaking my arms around his neck and playing with the silky hair on his nape.

He nuzzles my skin, gently biting down on the skin of my neck and making me shiver involuntarily. “Yes, baby?”

I set to work on the buttons of his crisp shirt. “I want to be with you, no matter what.”

“Duly noted.” His mouth descends on mine in a hungry kiss while I work feverishly to peel him out of his shirt.

Running my eager hands all over his silky chest hair and muscles and feeling them twitch in response to my touch gives me a shot of feminine pride unlike anything I’ve ever known.

When we come up for air, he rasps, “Any more serious requests before I lose all higher functions and rational thought?”

“Just one. I seriously need to come, like right now.”

“That sounds reasonable.” He picks me up in his arms and takes me to the sofa, but instead of laying me across the cushions as I was expecting, he bends me over the high back. My ass is up at the perfect height for his crotch, but my feet aren’t touching the floor.

Oh, shit. I don’t remember ever taking it this way. Is this the kind of sex we have?

He fists the back of my hospital-issued cotton T-shirt and tears it clean into two, then places his naked chest against my back as he folds over me.

“Ahh… Nathan.” That initial contact of his warm, sweet-scented skin on mine feels so unbelievably good. I want more.

He reaches beneath me and palms both my breasts, gently pinching my nipples, and my moans get louder.

He rains open-mouthed kisses and nibbles across my back, and in less than a minute, I start to grind my butt back onto him, seeking his hard length.

“Nathan, please, it’s been too long. I want you inside me.”

“Will you be a good girl and take it hard?”

Will I? “Yes,” I say while panting. “Please, please.”

He undoes my jeans and pulls them off me, taking my panties with them. Then, he palms and gently kneads my ass.

“You have the most gorgeous ass, baby.” He spreads my cheeks apart and swears at what he finds.

I know it’s because of how soaked I am.

“Fuck, Tessa, you’re dripping. Look at the thick, gooey mess you’ve made everywhere.”

I can only whimper, his words driving my arousal higher, and I feel more of my juices slip through my folds. I’m glad my flaming face is pressed against the plush, velvet backrest.

“I cannot wait to taste you,” he coves over me to whisper in my ear.

A single long finger runs along my folds, then repeatedly taps against my swollen clit until I’m almost screaming, begging him to make me come.

Without further warning, Nathan gets on his knees and falls onto my pussy like a starving man, licking my folds rhythmically, taking me right to the cusp of orgasm. When my back bows and my muscles tense, he suddenly stops.

“Nathan, please, don’t stop. Make me come,” I mindlessly yell.

“Oh, you will.” He stands and pulls down his zipper, and the sound is enough to cause a shiver to run down my spine.

I don’t remember everything about Nathan, but something tells me I’d better hold on for dear life right now.

And then, I can’t think anymore because the fat head of his steel-hard cock is stretching me so well, wringing out a groan of pleasure from me.

“You’re going to come, Tess, thrashing on my cock.” My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m not sure what is driving me the craziest: his words or the fact that he’s only pushed a few inches inside me, and he already feels too good.

By the time he bottoms out in me, my thighs are shaking with pleasure, and my skin feels too hot.

He gathers my hair in one hand and holds my waist in his other, then starts to fuck me with deep and hard thrusts, repeatedly hitting that spot inside me that drives me insane. It robs me of sense and decorum.

I get loud, begging for him to end my torture and make me come before I die of pleasure. Begging for him to never stop because it feels too good.

This time, when I reach the point of no return, he fucks me through it.

“Come for me, baby girl,” he commands, but I’m already unraveling.

My orgasm hits me like a burst of fireworks exploding in the sky. “Fuck! Nathan!” I scream.

“That’s it, baby. Revel in it. I’ve got you,” he croons, wrapping his big arms around my jerking torso in a reassuringly firm hug, even as he keeps fucking me through my unending climax.

When I become aware of my surroundings again, my thighs are slick with my juices, but he’s still hard as stone and thrusting inside me.

Suddenly, Nathan withdraws, and he puts me back on my unsteady feet.

“Get on your knees,” he commands.

I don’t need any coaxing to fall to my knees and worship the cock he just fucked my brains out with.

I taste myself on him but recognize his own essence. He’s hard and hot, and oh so big. I run my tongue along his veiny length and around his sensitive head, loving the grunts I’m drawing out of him.

Feeling powerful, I wrap my mouth around his length and start to suck. He groans as if he’s being tortured. His hand fists on top of the couch’s headrest, his other hand returning to my hair. Pulling on the strands and rocking his pelvis into my mouth with a decadence that both shocks and arouses me, he orders me to go faster and to suck him harder.

Nathan is crazy about what I’m making him feel. He isn’t just a guy getting head. There’s more to it than that. I think I just found a major weakness of his.

The notion pleases me to no end as I imagine driving him insane by sucking him off over and over again until he begs me to stop.

I increase the suction and pace, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth. The raw sounds he’s making get even louder as filthy words pour from his mouth, making me blush and ache for relief.

“Tess, I’m coming,” he warns, gasping, and I moan, eager to taste him. My fingernails scoring his thighs trigger his orgasm.

With a shout, he starts to come, filling my mouth with his thick, salty cum. I swallow everything he gives me until he finishes.

Still panting, he pulls me to my feet but then swings me up in his arms when he sees how wobbly my knees are.

“Nathan,” I whisper into his neck.

“Yeah?”

“You should know that I really, really love the way you taste.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Christ, I am so fucked.”

“I know, babe, you are.” I giggle.

He starts walking, heading further into his house.

“Where are we going now?” I ask.

“Bedroom. I want to kiss you until either of us can’t breathe, then fuck you in my bed. Then, we can carry on christening every other surface in the house if you’re up to it.”

My only response is to lick the tanned, salty skin of his neck, something I’d been wanting to do since I laid eyes on him at the hospital.