At the Risk of Forgetting

by A. M. Wilson

  “Fuck, are you mine, Cami?” He panted and dug his heels into the pillows to push himself further into my hand.

  There were only so many ways to answer that, but I think I had the perfect one. My palm slid up and around the head of his cock, gliding back down as I moved further beneath the blankets and crawled between his legs. What little room available was cramped, but I didn’t care. What I did care about was getting contact with as much of him as I could. My fingers curled into his jeans at mid-thigh, and with his assistance, I worked them off. A hand on each leg, I ran them up until they met at the juncture of his thighs, which happened to be my intended target. One hand slid to cup his balls, and I traced them with my tongue as I jacked him.

  “Holy fuck, your tongue is incredible.”

  His words spurred me on as I explored, something I hadn’t had a chance to do yet. I loved how he held his breath when I dropped kisses along the crease of his groin, and the way he jacked his cock into my palm when I ran my tongue along the skin beneath his balls. His hand trembled when he fisted my messy bun and pulled my mouth from him. “Suck my cock, honey, or let me fuck you, but do it before I make a mess all over my stomach.”

  A shiver racked my entire body at the heated look in his eye. I complied, scooting forward between his bent knees to take him fully in my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head, and I took him all the way to the back of my throat. My gag reflex tripped, tightening my muscles around him.

  “You are done,” he moaned. Hands clamped beneath my armpits, he hauled me up his torso, sliding my body over every hard inch. I’d wanted to kiss him, but he had other plans, shifting from beneath me so that I was on my belly in the pillows. He rolled on top, then did a disappearing act of his own.

  My jeans were gone in record time, much faster than it took me to remove his, and then his hands were back on me. “Scoot your knees under you.”

  Even though there wasn’t much room, I managed. My backside was in the air beneath the blankets. I felt self-conscious all of two seconds before Law made sure that didn’t last long.

  Each cheek of my ass was gripped in a palm, and he squeezed them one after the other, doing some exploring of his own. “Your pussy smells divine.” In one unhurried stroke, he flattened his tongue and licked me from my clit, over the entrance to my pussy, not stopping until he swirled it over my ass.

  My entire body bucked, completely out of my control to stop it. That was all the affirmation he needed to keep going. Over and over he traced the path. Beneath him, I was a quivering, shaking mess. “Please,” I begged at the deliberate torture. “I need you to fuck me.”

  In response, Law dipped his middle finger into my soaked pussy. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was a start. I rocked against his thick digit. His tongue joined his finger in overwhelming me with sensation. I was on the brink, panting and writhing against him. He withdrew his finger, plunged his tongue deep, and at the same time, sunk his slick finger into my ass.

  A scream tore from me as I came, throbbing around his finger and his tongue. If I had been capable of thinking about anything, I would have thought I scared the birds out of their nests. Good thing we didn’t have neighbors.

  Law didn’t delay in taking what he needed as I started to come down. Wiping his mouth where my thigh met my cheek, he rose to his knees, positioned his cock, and drove in, all without removing his finger.

  Harsh breaths and groans of pleasure erupted between us as we lost ourselves. Each time it got better and hotter and deeper than the last. Years of lost intimacy compounded into a love making so sweet it nearly hurt. I gave what he needed and he took what I offered, as the sound of our flesh slapping rang out in the early morning silence.

  “Your pussy’s sweet, Cami, but I can’t get enough of filling your ass.” As if to prove a point, he stroked his finger inside me, rubbing it along the thin wall of skin separating it from his cock. I whimpered when nerves electrified and something deep inside deliciously clenched.

  “I can’t wait until you let me take your ass with my cock.”

  My head flew back on a moan, and my body trembled as another orgasm rocked through me.

  “I’m right there with you,” Law ground out, removing his finger to grip my hips and slam into me once, twice, before the rhythmic throb of him coming filled me. My name fell from his lips, and his forehead touched my back.

  “I love you, Cami,” he confessed earnestly, a tremor threading his tone. One arm wrapped around me, and he stroked the back of my hand with his. Curling my fingers, I threaded them through his and pressed them together into the pillows. My grip was so tight it had to hurt, but he never let on. He just kept speaking into my back. “I love you. I’ll love you tomorrow and fifty years from now, and I’ve loved you for the past fourteen. I fell in love with you when we were kids and I stole your first kiss on that hill, and I won’t ever stop.”

  It took everything in me not to cry as I told him the words I’d wanted to say for so long. “I love you, too, Law. Yesterday, today, forever.”

  He slid out of me, and we both dropped to our sides facing one another. “Yesterday, today, forever,” he repeated.

  We kept warm beneath the blankets, soaking one another in until the moment passed. I knew it did when a gust blew across the exposed skin of my face, and I muttered, “It’s going to be shitty climbing out of here to get dressed.”

  “That’s what I’m here for.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead. Then he dove beneath the blankets.

  I giggled, watching the shape of his body move around and feeling his playful touches. A kiss on my knee, a stroke on the bottom of my foot, his teeth against my hip, his tongue tasting the side of my ribs. I was torn between getting my clothes on and shoving his head back down to play for a while.

  “Are you a magician?” I asked as he emerged fully dressed. Well, sort of. I snorted as he crawled to the end of the tailgate and saw his boxer briefs hanging out of his back pocket. He winked at me and tugged on his boots.

  After starting the truck, he climbed back up, scooped me and the sleeping bag I was in into his arms, and ran with me to the passenger door.

  “Get dressed in the warmth.” Depositing me in my seat, he kissed me sweetly, and slammed the door.

  Crinkling came from behind me as he covered the truck bed with the tarp. I was dressed when he finally joined me in the warm truck.

  “We’re going back to your house, and you’re going to make room in your closet for my stuff.”

  I looked at him and lifted an eyebrow. “You think so, huh? Moving out of your fancy place?”

  “Found a better one,” he grunted to disguise a laugh.

  His comment reminded me of something I wanted to ask him earlier. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Yeah?” Even though the radio was nearly silent, he reached over and turned the dial completely off.

  “When did you buy the land for the house?” The nagging feeling wouldn’t go away until I knew. How, in a few short months, did he not only find the perfect location, but had an architect draw plans to my ultimate dream house, all while we were (mostly) at each other’s throats? And why?

  “The day after the coffee shop,” he returned without hesitation.

  I covered my mouth with a shaky hand. “What?”

  “Told myself at the time it was for me, but I think deep down I always knew it was for you. Saw you and knew I wouldn’t leave without giving us the shot we deserved. Made a few calls, drove out to the land, and paid cash the next day.”

  “And the plans? Did you have those drawn up then, too?”

  “No, baby.” He reached over and squeezed my thigh. “In my mind, so long as that land was just a piece of land, I could convince myself it had nothing to do with you. I had the plans drawn up the day after I found the letter at my dad’s.”

  “Wow. Well, you couldn’t have picked a better spot. It’s incredible.”

  “What can I say?” The dimples on his cheeks surrounded the most mesmerizing gr
in. “I’ve always had a thing for waterfalls.”

  As had I.

  I gazed out the passenger side mirror, watching our new patch of land fade into the distance, and a sense of contentment washed over me. Peacefulness. Having Law in my life permanently meant I almost couldn’t wait to build our dream home and start our life.

  Almost.

  If I’d learned anything over the years, raising my daughter alone and building us a life, it was that I could wait. Sometimes, taking the slow path to something beautiful was worth it.

  So, that’s what we’d do. Take it slow. Law would move in. Construction of our new home would take months and be ready for us during the warm summer. And while we waited for that chapter of our lives, we’d close this one. Build memories to replace the years we weren’t together. This was a time to cherish.

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  A. M. Wilson loves infusing her stories with real life—the good, the bad, and the steamy parts. She thinks there's something special about romance; that pivotal moment when two characters realize their love for each other, but she likes wading through a little angst to get there. When she isn't furiously typing on her computer, she can be found searching for her next all-consuming read. A. M. lives in Minnesota with her husband, two children, and black lab.

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  Acknowledgments

  I don’t know what the hell happened, so I’ll do my best to explain it. This book didn’t exist in my mind...until it did. It all began with the first scene from their childhood—the first kiss. Last year was rough, as far as my writing was concerned, and one day in October this idea of a first kiss scene came to me fast and furious. Bam! Ten minutes later it was finished on my laptop. I loved it, set it aside to work on something else for a while since I wasn’t ready to write a new story, and sort of let it marinate. For some reason, this book wouldn’t leave me alone. The characters kept bothering me. After a few weeks of not being able to move away from the thought, I went back to working on At the Risk of Forgetting. In the month of November alone, I wrote 90% of this book. From there, I’ve also plotted the basic outlines for books for Nathan, Kiersten, Rhett, and someone you haven’t met yet.

  For that reason, I firstly need to thank my readers and friends. I am sorry it has taken me so long to put out another book, and that the book I released wasn’t the one you were waiting for. I honestly had no control over it. This story wanted OUT. For that reason, I had to follow my heart. But I promise you, (Toni, I’m looking at you), Sin is coming! Thank you for standing by me and giving me support and patience while I figure this journey out.

  JM Walker at Just Write. Creations, you rocked this cover! Thank you for adding me to your cover group so I could snag not only this, but also the cover for book two in the series. I can’t wait to show it off to the world.

  Robin Bateman at Robin’s Red Pen, I love you. Not kidding. I’ve been looking two years for someone who could edit my books and give it to me straight. You’re polite and professional, but not afraid to point out what needs to be corrected. Thank you for cleaning up my messy manuscript and catching my mistakes.

  Alex, Shameca, Clayr, and JC—you ladies were the lucky four who got to read this first. Thank you for your feedback and encouragement on a story I wasn’t sure I should’ve published. Love you girls.

  To my husband, who I’ve newly dubbed, Mr. Mom, thank you for homecooked meals and a clean home when I’m locked away for hours each day.

  And the bloggers, authors, design professionals, and readers who have ever liked, shared, or commented on one of my book posts, my deepest gratitude for the support.

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