UNFORGETTABLE (Able Series Book 3)

by Aceves, Gigi

  When you carry secrets, guilt isn’t that far away. Simple words are given different meanings. Actions are misconstrued. Relationships are strained. Motives are questioned. Life—life becomes complicated.

  “I just want you to be comfortable, Brian.”

  Giving her a small smile, I turn to leave while my brain is stuck on her wanting me to leave her. Rarely would she want to be alone, hence, the late night call when Jake was in the hospital.

  LT gives me a chin nod as soon as he sees me. “Last time I checked, Tami’s doing okay, what’s with the face?”

  “Something is off. I can feel it. Where’s everyone?”

  Pursing his lips he says, “You’re just on edge, man. Don’t put meaning to everything. They went to the cafeteria.”

  “Well, just let them know Tami is staying overnight. Everything is good, the nurse said, it’s just precaution. I’ll call first thing in the morning.”

  “Okay, I’ll let them know,” LT says as he prepares to leave.

  “Wait. What did the Secret Service say?”

  Shaking his head, LT says, “Spoiled brat daughter broke protocol. How she talks her way into doing what she’s not supposed to is beyond me. I’m telling you right now, if I were watching her, she’d do as I say. Thank God, I don’t have that job. She’s like Roxy, but ten times worse.”

  “No one is worse than your sister, man.”

  Slapping my shoulders, he walks toward the elevator as I give him a two finger salute. As I walk back to Tami, I can’t help but think, God may be playing a trick on us since our group seems to always end up in the hospital somehow.

  BRIAN

  TEN O’CLOCK THE FOLLOWING MORNING, we’re driving back to the farmhouse, and Tami is noticeably quiet the whole time. Not wanting to prolong the awkwardness, I take a detour and drive toward the rose garden next to a trail, instead of heading straight for the farmhouse.

  She turns to me and eyes me suspiciously. “Why are we stopping?”

  “Is something bothering you? You seem off, angel.”

  She turns her head away from me, and I wait until she opens her mouth. Tami doesn’t play games. She’ll call it the way she sees it. Her silence is getting to me. This is supposed to be a week of letting loose, and her indifference isn’t my idea of relaxation.

  She speaks, finally, “I’ve asked you many times over the past couple of weeks if you want to have kids. And, if not now, then when. It’s not like I want to have kids, right now. I thought I made that clear, and even with that, you haven’t said a single word. Why is that, Brian?” Then, she swings her gaze to me.

  I start the car to buy me some time to think of a response. Why can’t she just let this baby making shit go? I feel as though I’m being cornered, and my impulse is to run. The truth is, I want to have kids . . . just not now. I’m not fucking ready.

  The five minute drive from the garden to the farmhouse is nothing but silence, on both our parts. I go around to open her door as I thank God for small mercies since she actually stays put. I reach for her hands, linking our fingers with one plan in mind—I need to take her in our room ASAP.

  Tami isn’t a nagger. She gives me space and time to think, but I know that once we set foot inside our room, it’s game on. Closing the door behind me, I watch her walk straight to the window as she waits on me.

  Clearing my throat, I begin, “What’s up with the baby fever, T?”

  Shaking her head, she answers, “I ask you a question, and you answer it with a question of your own.” She asks as she turns to face me, “When will you ever give me an answer? There are only three possible answers, Brian. One is yes; the others are no or wait. I’m not asking you to marry me. I don’t understand the apprehension.”

  Typical male that I am, my solution is to have sex with her; one because I want to and second, it’s a distraction. I stalk toward her, not breaking eye contact. Now that we’re face to face, I give her an answer she wants to hear, and a half truth I’m willing to divulge.

  “I want to have kids, of course, just not now. I want to enjoy us. Now that Jake is cancer free and we’ve dealt with the cartel, I want to just be with you. I want to do regular things couples do like go on dates, a walk on the beach, shit like that. I want to travel with you, go on a vacation with nothing to worry about. Is that acceptable?”

  Seeming to be placated by my answer, she says, “Yes. You’re my future, honey. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

  Nodding in agreement, I state, “Of course, you’re my future. God, Tami after everything else that’s happened, all I want is just to be with you.” Cradling her precious face, I confess, “There’s no one else for me, but you. Promise me forever, Tami. . . . love me forever.”

  “Without end . . .” Breathily, she answers.

  She looks at me with so much intensity that my heart is thundering in my ears, I wouldn’t be surprised if she heard it. Her eyes switch from calmness to hot intensity as her love for me coats my heart, making me forget my half assed answer I’d given her a short time ago.

  I pin her against the wall while ravishing her mouth, inundating her with hot scorching kisses that I’m sure prickles her nerve endings, which jump start my dick, instantly arousing me.

  Between kisses I say, “I love you, angel.”

  Another love bite, a sensual lick invokes yet another lust filled moan as I grind myself against her hot dripping core. As I hold her ass, her legs are snug around my waist while my middle finger runs through her folds sliding effortlessly, pushing her to the brink of uncontrolled arousal. Back and forth my finger moves, unstoppable in its quest to make her as wet as possible.

  “Are you sore? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Spearing my hair with her fingers, she tugs on it gently to get my attention. “I’m not sore. I want to be, though, knowing it’s you who’ll make me feel that way.”

  Gently, I lower her all the way down while my eyes eat her up, and as soon as her feet hit the floor, I link our fingers together, bringing our tangled arms over her head, pinning her again. She looks at me lovingly before I slowly lower my lips to meet hers. I gift her lips with the most sensual of kisses, between showering them with nips and bites, as part of the sexual dance we both enjoy before succumbing to the mind blowing ecstasy of our love making.

  “First things first, I need to suit up, angel.”

  I know she’s watching my ass that she loves on full display. Reaching into my overnight bag for a condom, I turn around tearing the cover with my mouth while stroking my hard dick, watching her watch me while licking her lips in anticipation. I roll it on my hard length, giving myself a few slow strokes, knowing I’m getting a rise out of her as I head back her way.

  “You want it against the wall, angel?” With my eyes moving from her to the bed, I continue, “I kinda want you spread eagle for me on the bed. I want every inch of me touching every inch of you. I want the tip of my cock buried so deep in you, you’ll remember for days how it feels to have me there . . . snug and hard.”

  Cocking my head at her, I wait for her answer. I know she likes the sound of both. She’s as greedy as I am when it comes to us. She satisfies me in every way, and I her. There’s really no one for me, but this woman, who stands before me. She’s eye fucking me at the moment, letting her eyes travel from my shoulders to my arms. Her gaze moves down my abs and well defined ‘V’ lines, which according to her, catapult her to a mind numbing lust that fills her brain, leaving her moaning in pleasure.

  She stares at my cock that I’m stroking, and as soon as I’m directly in front of her, she reaches for what’s hers, enveloping all of me with her hot, soft hand. “This sends me to another dimension in itself. Every single time you’re in me, I feel complete . . . satisfied. . . . alive. Every single powerful thrust sends me on a greedy desire to feel you explode deep inside, while I writhe in ecstasy. So, to answer your question, can I have both?”

  “Which one do you want first, Tami?”

  �
�Spread eagle.”

  I quickly lift her up and walk determinedly toward the bed. I slowly. . . . sensually let her slide down until her lovely ass lands on the bed. With my finger, I motion for her to move back until she lands right where I want her.

  “Lay back, angel.”

  Standing in front of her, I reach for her ankles and slowly move them apart, inch by inch. I only stop when she’s completely open . . . exposed only for me. Seeing her wet, her folds glistening for my eyes to feast on ramps up my desire to levels I’ve never, ever felt with anyone. The bed dips as soon as my knees make the contact, my tongue starts its journey to the promise land, licking her from her ankle, sensually moving past her calf, then the inside of her knee. My tongue continues its exploration toward her inner thigh, giving it a few love bites until I reach my final destination. Still using my tongue as a guide, I open her folds and lavish her core . . . sucking . . . licking until the tip of my tongue touches her clit. I continue to suck on her very sensitive nub, while I inhale her scent.

  She’s writhing in euphoria as I continue my relentless tongue invasion of the best kind. Then it happens, her body quakes from sheer sexual explosion, while her hips unashamedly push toward my tongue seeking more . . . wanting more. After surviving her first trip to oblivion, I move up using my tongue again to taste her skin. As my tongue and lips graze her body with small wet kisses, I can’t wait until my lips meet hers. Once they do, she moans as she tastes herself on my lips, which sparks her need again. With fevered hands caressing every inch of each other, we tease our bodies to heights so high we’re both hungry for each other.

  “Honey, please. I need you in me, please.”

  “I’m right there, angel.”

  Excruciatingly slow, I thrust in . . . sliding out. Pushing back in . . . pulling back out. Our hips meeting half way, wanting more of each other, giving every inch of ourselves to each other. It doesn’t take us long to get to the edge where we both want to jump in head first, experiencing the blissful free fall of unguarded-sweat induced-emotional climax.

  It hits us both at the same time as I say, “Promise me forever, Tami. Love me forever, please.”

  “Without end . . .” she whispers softly.

  Then, I cradle her head as I kiss her passionately, still inside her as I continue to . . . pulse . . . throb against her slick walls. As my own body slows down from my release, so do my kisses, while her hands glide down my back and up all the way to my head, her fingers running through my hair as she grips them as her arms surround me. . . . loving me. Her incessant finger gliding starts me up again, as my own kisses become more aggressive . . . more needy. I release her, admiring how her lips look so well kissed . . . so well loved as I pull her toward the edge of the bed.

  With a husky voice, I command, “Wall . . . now . . . angel.”

  She walks toward the wall while excitement inundates every cell in my body, and my dick is throbbing while I’m certain her pussy is waiting to be consumed . . . pummeled. Holding her slim waist, I gently nudge her against the wall, her chest warming it as her arms and hands are on each side of her head.

  I lean toward her ear, licking the outer edge before saying, “I can’t wait to take you, right here. Are you wet for me, angel?”

  I let my fingers do the talking, and without a word plunge inside her waiting, hot core. Her moans echo in our room, which are music to my ears, knowing I’m the cause of them. I spin her around to face me, her needy eyes, open lips greet me as I lift her up as if she weighs nothing. Holding her weight against the wall with my hard chest pressed against her soft breasts, I anchor her ass on my leg as I hold her face, taking her mouth hostage.

  While I take her hard, my mind trumps over the baby issue, and the secret I’m hiding. It’s just her and me that exists, right now. No baby fever . . . no secrets. . . . nothing, only her body against mine, my tongue tangling with hers, her fingers caressing my skin, her core waiting for my invasion.

  She opens her eyes as my mouth stops moving, and her look says it all, the acceptance in her eyes to the answer I gave her. My own selfish shit hits me like a bullet train, shaking my world to destruction. I made a choice I wish I could undo. I picked a path I wish I could change. But more than anything, I wish I could make her forget. Is it even achievable . . . to forget the unforgettable?

  TAMI

  This is so much different from the sweet sensual dance we shared a while ago. This is raw, he-wants-to-mark-me-as-his sex. His thrusts are more forceful, they ignite the fire within me to give myself freely to him and only him. Skin against skin, he slams into me as I match it with my moans of appreciation and complete satisfaction. Without warning, he pulls out causing a whimper to escape me. Then, he slams right back, hard . . . unforgiving, but I love it. I can feel him deeply imbedded inside me. Each powerful thrust sends me closer to the edge . . . I’m so close . . . close to exploding . . . shattering and falling into the purest form of completion.

  Huskily he whispers, “Angel, tell me you’re close.”

  Just then, I explode into a million pieces, multiple facets of different emotions of how much I love this man fly out of me and land directly on him, encompassing all of him as he gives it right back to me, enveloping me in a loving cocoon.

  Moments later, I feel him tense up, and like always, when he reaches his peak, he whispers, “Forever.”

  To appease him, I confidently, breathlessly affirm, “Without end, Brian.”

  I forget about my doubts, my questions, my entire being is centered on him. His need to be loved only by me is seared in my heart and remembered by my brain. His wet kisses against my neck bring me back to the now, and I savor every moment with him. He’s right. After everything that has happened in our lives, we need this. We need time for us.

  Though at the back of my mind, the proverbial biological clock keeps ticking. Its reminder is incessant in its quest to let me know I need to get a move on. There’s a four year difference between Brian and me. I’m not completely selfish, I know he’s young. I know he doesn’t want to have that responsibility yet, but I also realize, while I need to consider his needs and feelings, I also need to understand my own.

  I’m thirty-three, this time next year, I’ll be thirty-four, and on it goes. So, when do I begin? When does he begin? Going into this relationship, I knew age could become a potential problem. Is it finally making its presence known? Can we handle it? Can we?

  Brian’s kisses put the brakes on my self-induced-age battle. “Want to shower with me?” He mumbles against my skin.

  I can only nod, because my brain is tired, and my body is weak from his assault. He carries me to the bathroom. Takes care of me as no man ever has before. Right at this second, I know if I lose Brian, my heart will never recover. It will suffer a blow so severe, no one could ever put me back together.

  After showering, we both dress to meet the rest of our group in the kitchen. We seem to converge in the kitchen wherever we are. Roxy’s infectious smile greets us, while the quads’ mumblings serve as background music. Hearing them makes my heart needy to have my own little one, but I quickly push that thought aside, shelving it for another time.

  “Finally! How are you feeling, T?” Roxy asks while Cody’s lips are buried on her neck.

  “Much better. A little sore, but nothing I can’t handle.”

  “You should have seen, what’s her name . . .” Roxy turns to face LT. “Sophia right, Damien?”

  “What about her?” LT asks, being indifferent as always.

  Roxy frowns at him and swings her gaze back to me. “Anyway, Sophia tried to explain herself, but Mr. Bully Pants over here . . .” she points at her brother. “ . . . put her in her place. Leave it up to my brother to do just that. I wouldn’t be surprised if the President calls and rips him a new one.”

  Brian sits next to LT, while I make his coffee. “LT, didn’t you apply for the Secret Service? I know Gunny mentioned it to us before hiring you. That could be a sign, bro.”

  Smi
rking, LT says, “I haven’t heard from them. Although, one of the agents on her detail knows me. We worked together in Panama.”

  “Will you accept if they call, Damien?”

  Looking at Roxy, his eyes softening a bit, Damien answers, “I don’t know, Rox. Now that you have Cody and mom has you both, I don’t see why not. We’ll see.” He stops, then says, “Hey, Rox, don’t give me that sad look.”

  “I want you close to mom and me, Damien.” Roxy’s sad tone puts a frown on LT’s face.

  Cody leans back and says, “What am I chopped liver?” Taking one step away from his wife, he says, “So, you just use and abuse my dick? I’m filing for spousal abuse. Bro, can you drive me to the court house?” Cody looks seriously at LT, while we’re all smiling, and Roxy is looking at her husband as though he’s gone crazy.

  Roxy rolls her eyes and grabs Cody’s face. “Husband, I love you. Besides, you like being abused.”

  Cody sings, “Can’t stop, suck it time!”

  “Cody!” Trish yells, while Jake hits him on the head.

  “What?” Turning to Trish, Cody says, “Trish, the quads can’t understand yet. If I did this . . .” Cody makes the hand job motion. “ . . . then, you should be very afraid since Trevor is a fast learner, but since I didn’t, park your kitty in the litter box, will ya?”

  “Cody,” Jake gives Cody a stern warning.

  As I look at these amazing people around me, I can’t help but push aside all my wants and needs to enjoy this moment. We’ve been through a lot, and probably, I shouldn’t rock the boat with all my questions. I will let go and let God handle my life, instead of me fussing over it. As I look at them while sipping my coffee, leaning against the pantry, I suddenly feel warm hands snake around my waist and warm breath fanning my ear.

  “You have that look, T. The look that says you want to have what they have. We have it, too, angel.” Kissing me on my neck, he whispers, “I love you, Tami.”

  My eyes water, but I blink it away. I’m overwhelmed with his love and by his presence. Taking a deep breath, I face him with a smile on my face. “I know, honey. And, I love you, too.”