Unforgettable You (Me, You, and Us Book 2)

by Hall, Deanndra

  My search is over. She’s the one.

  There’s no easy way to get us apart and off the table, at least no graceful way that I can find, so I whisper to her, “Can you get up?”

  “I’ll try.” She manages to get back down onto her knees, and I zip my leathers and climb off the table, then take her hand to help her stand. Instead of letting her walk back to a private room, I pick her up, and her hands wind around my neck, her fingers finding their way into my hair. The way she strokes my scalp gets me hard all over again, and by the time we reach the private room, I’m right back to aching for her.

  Once the door is closed, I lay her on the bed, then climb in beside her and whisper softly, “Do you have any idea what you do to me, girl?”

  There’s that sleepy smile when she answers, “I don’t know what I’ve done before, but I hope I’ve given you another hard-on, because I really want you to fuck me again.”

  I try hard not to laugh. “Again? Didn’t I do a good enough job before?”

  “Nope. I want more.” Before I can say anything else, she grabs my face in both hands and kisses me, running her tongue all over mine and down my throat, and my cock starts to absolutely throb. “Will you fuck me again? Please? Sir?” she asks, her eyes searching mine once she’s broken the kiss.

  “No. I won’t fuck you again.” That answer meets with a frown of disappointment until I add, “But I’ll gladly make love to you, and I’ll do it all night if you want.”

  “I do.” She kisses me again, and then I hear her mutter, “I guess that’s as close as I’ll ever get.”

  Now I’m confused. “As close as you’ll ever get to what?”

  “Oh, never mind. Just kiss me again.” She tries to pin my lips to hers, but I’m having none of that until she answers my question.

  “What did you mean? As close as you’ll ever get to what?”

  Out comes a long sigh. “I said never mind. If you keep talking, you’ll go limp, and then you’ll be of no use to me.” She lets out a giggle with the last part of that sentence, and I know it’s to deflect my question, but I also know she’s right. This line of conversation will waste a perfectly good erection, and I know it won’t be too many years before I’ll wish I had this boner back, so I’d better get busy.

  “You’re exasperating, know that?” I snicker as I slide my steely length into her wetness. God, she’s decadent.

  “I know, but you know what they say.” My puzzled look makes her finish with, “Practice makes perfect.”

  “You’re already perfect, baby. There’s not one thing I’d change about you.” I reach up and move a couple of strands of hair out of her face. “Not one thing.”

  Chapter Eight

  The restaurant isn’t crowded at all for a Friday night, but then, Christmas was three days ago and people aren’t having their New Year’s parties yet, so it’s kind of dead everywhere. Decorations are still all over the place, and theirs are particularly impressive – deep reds, golds, and copper. I made reservations and told them I wanted something kind of private, and it couldn’t be more so. They’ve given us a two-person booth midway back with a small serving space and curtains around it. Perfect. I owe somebody a big, fat tip.

  Once we’re seated, I order a nice wine and try to relax a little. I’m forty-five years old and this is a conversation I’ve never had, so I hope I do it right. If I mess this up . . . well, I can’t. I’m not sure how anything can go wrong as long as I’m honest, but I guess anything’s possible.

  I’m so nervous I feel like I’m going to throw up. “So, I thought Christmas went pretty well.”

  “Yeah, me too! You and Kenny really seemed to get along.” Her youngest brother and I have a lot in common, and we really hit it off. He’s a fun guy.

  “I like him a lot. I like your whole family a lot.”

  “Well, just so you know, they liked you a lot too.” She grins and I feel my chest start to warm. “And I really enjoyed Thanksgiving at your mom’s. She’s such a lovely person. I’d love to spend more time with her.”

  “I’m sure we can do that. She’s asked me to set a regular dinner time weekly, but I’ve always been too busy. Maybe I should make time though.”

  “I’d say you should.” She took another sip from her wine glass. “They finally caught that bank robber guy, so he’s no threat anymore. I was so worried about you.”

  “And that was good news from the parole board, right?”

  Relief is painted all over her. “Oh, absolutely! I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”

  Good. This is all going to be okay.

  Our server, Armand, brings our appetizer, a beautiful crostino. I can tell Sheila’s impressed, but that wasn’t my intent. I wanted her to be relaxed and happy. I hope she’ll be happy at the end of the evening too. We devour that, our salads, the entrée – she wanted filet mignon, and I want her to have whatever she wants – and when it’s dessert time, I order the most disgustingly decadent, elaborate, complicated thing they have. I want it to take a while to make it to the table so I can talk to her.

  “Sheila?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I have something I need to say to you.” My stomach is churning and I’m pretty sure I’m sweating.

  Her eyes pop open and she looks a little afraid. That’s not a good sign. “Yeah?”

  I reach across the table for her hand, and when she drops it in mine, she visibly relaxes. That’s exactly what I was hoping for. “Baby, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a couple of weeks, but I had to be sure I was ready.”

  I see a tiny little smile form in one corner of her mouth. “And?”

  I take a deep breath, straighten my spine, and look directly into those incredible eyes. Here goes, Cothran. Sink or swim time. “Sheila . . . babe . . . I just want you to know that this isn’t some fun thing that I’m going to want until I’m tired of you. You’re not just some toy for me. You’re not just another submissive.”

  She drops her eyes, bats her eyelashes, and responds with, “And I wouldn’t do the things I do with you with anybody else. Ever.” She turns those eyes up to me and says, “I trust you, Steffen. Completely. I’ve never trusted anybody this much.”

  My heart almost bursts. It’s so right. This is all so right, and I can’t even slow down. “That’s all I needed to hear. Because I want you to know, this isn’t just some game for me. Sheila . . .” I only hesitate for a second. “I’ve fallen for you. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I never dreamed it would, but it’s true and it’s not going away. And I only hope that someday you can . . .”

  She shoots me a grin, puts her finger to my lips to shush me, and quietly says, “Steffen, shut up. I love you too. Just kiss me, please?” And I do something I never thought I’d do.

  I get up, fall to my knees beside her chair, wrap my arms around her waist, and kiss her. And I feel it. It’s like some kind of agreement has been reached, and it’s accompanied by that sure sensation that tells me it’s not fading away or petering out. She drops into the kiss like a skydiver out of a plane, and for the first time in my life, I realize I’m in a real relationship, not some Dom/sub thing that’s all about play and nothing about real life.

  I’m in love with a woman who’s in love with me.

  Hot damn. Cothran finally made it. Took me long enough. I guess it’s true; it’s never too late. When I finally break away from her, I look up into her face with a grin I can’t seem to control. “Glad we got that settled.”

  Her smile is huge and genuine. “Me too. I’ve wanted to say that to you for weeks and couldn’t work up the nerve.”

  “Glad I could be of service!” When I pull the box out of my pocket, I see her eyes light up. She can tell from the shape that it’s not a ring. I’m pretty sure I’m not ready for that yet, but even so, when I hand it to her and she opens it to lift the bracelet out, she’s beaming. It took me forever to pick it out. I was at the jewelry store all afternoon – so long, in fact, that my poor secretary, Bridget, thought
something horrible had happened to me. It’s platinum with alternating blue sapphires and blue tourmalines, and I think it’s just about the most striking piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen.

  “Put it on me, please?” My hands are shaking, so I take a deep breath to calm myself, then manage to get it fastened around her arm.

  “Like it?”

  “Oh, Steffen, I love it! It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

  I kiss the back of her hand. “Just think of it as a ‘going steady’ gift, I suppose.” I take my seat again just as the dessert shows up. When the server leaves, I grin over at her. “Come over here and sit in my lap. Let me feed this to you.” She doesn’t say a word, just gets up, settles herself on my lap, and opens her mouth when I spoon up a huge bite. Then I take my napkin and wipe the chocolate from the corners of her mouth before I take a bite myself. And now I’m absolutely, positively sure that this is the best night of my life. There’s an angel sitting on my lap, and I can’t wait to get her home and lay her across it.

  I’m being a real smart ass when we get back to the house. “You are staying, right? Please, god, tell me you are?” We’re both laughing like teenagers.

  “Do I have to do the walk of shame tomorrow morning at nine?” she laughs back.

  “No. I’ll let you sneak out at eight if it’ll make it easier!” I give her my best fake smirk.

  “Wow. Thanks for that.” She play-slaps me on the arm as I unlock the door. “I swear, I’m taking two days off next week so I can get moved in here. I haven’t had time for anything.”

  “Glass of wine? Because I’m definitely having one.” I pull down two glasses.

  “You know it. I want to toast us.” As I pull out the bottle of Dom Pérignon, she reaches for one of the glasses, then turns and gets a look at the bottle. “Champagne! Did you already have this planned?”

  From under my brows, I grin at her. “Maaayyybeeee . . . let’s just say I was hoping.” I pour, hand one off, then lean toward her and hold out my glass. “To us. May this thing between us grow until we think it can’t grow any more, and then may it grow even more.”

  “To us. Ditto.” We clink and she drinks a little. “I know I’m not just your submissive, but I still like to play. So, do you want to . . .”

  “Oh, absolutely! You, my dear, are the best sub I’ve ever had in my life. No way am I giving that up unless you just don’t want it anymore.”

  “Oh, no. Not gonna happen. I want it. God, yeah, I want it, babe. Actually,” she says, rising and taking my glass out of my hand to set it on the counter, “I want it right now.”

  Moving to trap my ass against the edge of the countertop, her pelvis presses against mine to pin me, and I reach up to grasp her chin. “Right now, huh?”

  “Yes,” she hisses. “Right now.”

  “I think I can make that happen. In the bedroom. Now. Everything off. I’ll be right there.” I watch her ass sway as she heads down the hall, a little extra “oomph” in it for my benefit. Umm-mmm-mmmm. My cock is tenting my slacks as I go back to make sure the door is locked and I turn off lights on my way out of the room, grabbing the bottle and the glasses as I go by.

  And yeah, she’s naked and on my bed. Which is now our bed, and maybe someday soon will be permanently. I never thought marrying would be appealing to me, but damn, this girl makes me want to bind myself to her and never turn loose. “Elbows and knees.” She scrambles up and I take the restraints from the hook in the closet. The larger end I fasten around her ankle; the shorter, around her wrist. It leaves her face down on the bed and helpless, head turned slightly, and that headful of lustrous hair fanned out everywhere. One look at that glistening pussy and I’m so hard I feel kind of dizzy. She’s so damn beautiful, and I can’t understand what a woman like this wants with me, but I’m sure glad she’s here. Then she says something that makes my heart leap. It’s breathy and low, but I hear her loud and clear.

  “Oh, god, Master, please. Take me. Please?”

  I can’t wait. I roll the condom on as fast as I can and bury myself in her so far that I may not be able to get back out. Her cry and the way she presses herself back onto me makes my heart race out of control, and my hands are shaking as I grip the soft, ivory globes of her ass. My god, she’s amazing, and she’s all mine, all five feet and six inches of her. “Angel, I want to hear your pleasure. Make all the noise you’d like; you’ll only make me fuck you harder and longer, and I know that’s what you want.”

  “Yes, Master. Please. Oh, please . . .” When her voice trails off, I slam into her twice with considerable force and she cries out, “Oh, god! Oh, oh, fuck me, please! Harder!”

  All my temperance falls away. Everything in my body and my mind and my soul is dead-set on watching her come apart. I lean in and reach under her to stroke her clit and she cries out, “Oh, Master, oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  I nibble her ribcage and growl, “I want you, Sheila. I need you so much. Come for me, baby.”

  Before I can take three more strokes, she cries out, “Oh, god, Steffen, I love you too! Fuck me so hard, baby!” That makes me ramp up my stroking of her bud, and in seconds I feel her tighten just before she screams out, “Oh, god! I’m coming! Oh, Steffen, I’m, I’m . . .”

  Her pussy chokes down hard on my cock and I almost see stars as she contracts around me, but I keep stroking, wanting to give her everything she needs. When she’s finally reduced to moaning, “Oh, god, oh, please, oh, god, oh, please,” I stop.

  “Get ready. You’re gonna fly, angel. Spread those wings.”

  I tear into her like a maniac, and she’s right there with me. Within minutes, she cries out, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh god, oh god, oh, I’m coming, oh, OH GOD!” and her whole body shakes. I wring it out of her, every bit, and keep going. My cock’s so hard that I really think the tip will probably blow off like a bullet out of a gun, but I don’t even slow and she’s winding up again. Five minutes later she shrieks out, “Oh, god, Steffen, oh, god, oh god, oh god, FUCK!!! OH GOD, FUCK YEAH!” and she totally loses control. And that’s it for me. My balls draw up hard until I think they’re going to choke me and I shoot off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Grinding into her, I listen to her moaning and crying out until I’m done, then practically fall onto the bed.

  She’s still trembling. I tip her over and pull her back into my chest, reaching around her to take off the restraints. When they’re off, she rolls to me, still shaking, and buries her face in my chest. I hold her; I hold her so tight that I’m not sure she can breathe, but I just want to hold her forever. I whisper to her, “Baby, you’re such a damn good fuck. You’re the most important thing in my whole world. I want to be with you forever.”

  She turns her tear-stained face up to mine. “I love you too, Steffen. I never want you to let me go.” I lean down and kiss her nose first, then her lips, and I feel her yield to me, uninhibited and unreserved. “I’m all yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

  “Forever?”

  She nods against my chest. “Forever.”

  “Then my life is complete.” She sighs against me and, for the first time ever, I know I have a real good shot at happiness. This girl is now the center of my universe, and I’ll make sure I’m the same for her. We’re an us. And that’s everything to me.

  We sleep until morning, tangled around each other like honeysuckle vines. “Hey, sleepyhead!” I kiss her forehead when I find her looking up at me with one eye. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re asleep?”

  “No. Why don’t you tell me?” She grins and rims one of my nipples with her fingertip.

  “You are. You’re gorgeous when you’re sleeping.” I snicker. “You’re also not bratty. And I like that very much.”

  “Oh, when I’m awake I’m bratty, huh?” she laughs and tweaks one of my nipples.

  Now I’m laughing outright. “Yeah, if your eyes are open and you’re breathing, you’re pretty much being a brat.” I kiss her lips lightly and add, “But my little brat is adora
ble. Now turn me loose. I’m going to the bathroom.” When I take my arms from around her, there’s a definite sense of loss in my chest. I want to stay here with her forever.

  I barely get a good stream going when I hear her call out, “Hey, somebody’s at the door. Are you expecting anyone?”

  “No. Get it, wouldja? I’m in no position to!” I hear her shuffle out of the bedroom. But when I come out of the bathroom, I hear her voice call back, “Steffen?” And it’s got a weird edge to it. Commando’s faster, so I slip on my jeans and stride up the hall.

  Nothing could’ve prepared me for what I see there. Sheila’s holding the door, an odd, lost look on her face, like her whole world’s disintegrated. And standing there in my doorway was the one person I never thought I’d see.

  Adele. The one name that can blow my world apart and send it to hell in a split second.

  “What the fuck? What are you doing here?”

  The bitch shoots me that wicked grin. “Why wouldn’t I be here? I’m your WIFE.” She spits the last word at me, and I know I go pale. Now I match Sheila’s coloring. There’s not a drop of blood left in my face, I’m sure.

  “Wife?” Sheila’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “Wife. Steffen, is this woman your wife?”

  And just like that, my whole world comes crashing down around me. “Sheila, it’s complicated. I need to explain to you . . .”

  She shakes her head, her face still blank, and she refuses to meet my gaze. “Oh, no. No explanation needed. I’ll just get out of your way and let the two of you talk.”