UNFORGETTABLE (Able Series Book 3)

by Aceves, Gigi

  “More . . . oh . . .”

  While I plead and beg for more, his mouth continues to move, his thumb now plays with my overly sensitized bud, pressing and moving round and round until my whole body vibrates and pulses in need. Releasing my breast, his lips kiss their way up my neck to my jaw until they make a stop on my lips, claiming them once again.

  He slips inside me slow and tender. Everything around me stops as I revel in my own fullness of him. Brian is tender with me, moving slowly, then gradually shifting to hard and fast. His thrusts are relentless, his need for me—for us is so intense every nerve-ending in my body is heightened.

  “Need you.”

  Kiss.

  “I’ve missed this.”

  Kiss. Nip

  “Love you, forever.”

  Lick. Bite.

  “Without end,” breathlessly, I answer as we continue to worship each other’s lips and body.

  Our rhythms match each other, one receives what the other gives, both meeting in the middle, him deeply rooted inside of me while I wrap him with my warmth.

  “Together, angel. Need it. Crave it.”

  He puts my leg on his shoulder and bears down hard, pushing into me as fast as he can and as quick as I can receive it. Pounding . . . thrusting hard, and I’m ready to surrender to the pull of sexual desire. I need it to be quenched. I need to be sated. . . . and it happens, we both fall. He releases my leg resting on his shoulder as he sinks deeper inside me while I squeeze him as our bodies spasm in complete fulfilled bliss.

  We’re both breathing heavily as his lips rest on my neck. My body is a heap of boneless goo. Movement is impossible at the moment. He’s still inside me, and with the look of it, he’s not going anywhere. I nudge him to move, but he shakes his head as he thrusts into me one more time.

  “Babe, are you gonna stay inside me all night?” I jokingly ask with a giggle.

  Chuckling he answers, “Yeah, I want all my swimmers in there.”

  I’m shocked with his admission. I, of course, am happy, but I wasn’t expecting him to want to try, like right now. I was prepared to wait on him until he’s fully ready.

  I search for his face still attached to my neck and yank it so we’re meeting each other’s eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “Angel, I’m sure. I’m scared, yes, but you’re here. You comfort me in ways I can’t even explain, just don’t ever stop, okay?”

  He rests his chin on my chest while I run my knuckles on his cheek. We share a moment where words aren’t needed and explanations need not be given. Our hearts are on the same wavelength. Maybe, mine’s just a little stronger and his needs a little nurturing and coaxing, but in his weakness my strength is adequate enough for the both of us. He slackens slightly inside me, but still he refuses to move even an inch.

  “I love you for doing this for me—for us. I know it’s hard, because it brings painful memories, bad ones you want to escape. One request though, I need you to talk to me when you feel overwhelmed. I can’t help you if you won’t let me in, okay?”

  His eyes well up, and they speak volumes. “I am, now. I want this so badly; I’m scared. What if . . .”

  I silence him with a simple kiss that slowly turns into something more—more than the fear, more than the apprehension, more than the hurt. I take control of our kiss as I anchor my palms against his face. Holding it with such tenderness, just like how I’m gently taking ownership of his heart, with my hands.

  “I’ll follow you wherever your fear takes you, just don’t let go of me, ever. It’s you and me through the darkness until it passes, okay? You know there’s no way around it only through it.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I am because I’m sure of us. I’m sure of Him.” My eyes follow his as his wander all over my face.

  Finally, he speaks; his words and his voice spear right through my heart and an instant ache covers me. “Make me forget.”

  His pleading voice strengthens my heart. It moves him to physically push his fears through me. He captures my lips with his own and leaves them as abruptly as he captured them, only to take hold of my breast as he starts with the nipping and the sucking that drives me mad. Brian releases my breast as he pulls me toward him, sliding us both toward the edge of the bed. He carries me toward the bathroom and gently sits me on the edge of the counter pushing my legs apart as he stands between them, just as he cups my cheeks taking my lips captive.

  “I need this fast, T.”

  Without waiting for my answer, he slams into me hard making me gasp out loud which normally would have him kissing me, but this time he doesn’t. Instead, he grips my hips with both hands and crashes into me roughly, taking everything he wants and giving everything he’s got. I can sense his frustration, feel his pain, but he doesn’t need me to do anything other than give myself to him to help him forget. He finally leans in to kiss me, and I can taste his fear in his kiss. I wish I could kiss it all away. His hand slides down my stomach straight to my clit, flicking it until I’m almost at the cusp of pleasure.

  A few more strong and unrestrained pushes, and I fall before he does.

  I feel him shake, and I feel his tears.

  I feel his release, and I feel his aches.

  I feel him—I feel me—I feel us.

  BRIAN

  I SLOWLY PLAY WITH THE ring that beautifully rests on her finger, where it’ll stay forever. While my heart is completely on board with kicking my fear in the ass, my brain is still entertaining the thoughts of everything that could go wrong. It methodically reminds me of what happened, and what could happen during a pregnancy.

  “Thank you for saying yes. You don’t know how much you and this day mean to me,” I thankfully say as I look up to my future wife.

  “I think I do. Actually, I’m positive I do, because it’s the same exact feeling I have. The same need that couldn’t be quenched by anyone else. It’s the same want that can’t be satisfied by anything, and it’s the same wish that can’t be given by anyone, but you.”

  “You make me so happy,” I whisper against her lips.

  Her lips spread against mine in a smile. “Yeah? I make you so . . .”

  “Loved.”

  “Hmm, so . . .”

  “Hopeful,” An answer I give with so much conviction a single piece of doubt will never enter her brain.

  “So . . .” She continues to ask after she pecks my lips.

  “Strong. What about you, angel? I make you feel so . . .”

  “Complete in every way.”

  “I love you, T. So much. Don’t leave me again, please.” I’m thankful my face is concealed, deeply buried in her neck because I can feel tears threatening to spill when I remember how close I came to losing her.

  She pulls me closer to her as she makes her promise. “I won’t. I was just giving you time to find yourself. I needed to help you realize that even though I let you go, I’d never let go of us.”

  I lean back to look into her eyes, to see what they’re saying. “You mean you were going to take me back?”

  She shakes her head which makes my heart stop. Why is she shaking her head? I don’t understand. My hands feel clammy, my head is spinning, and I feel as if I want to jab something into my chest to make it start beating again. Tami must have sensed the impending doom currently residing in my brain, because she smiles at me, knowing her smile calms me.

  “Honey, I was gonna chase you. There’s no taking back what already belongs to me. I needed to make you understand that in this world, while we’re both in it, we belong together. Time apart was the only way to show you that. I also needed to understand your pains and fears separate from my own. Sometimes, time is our friend—a lonely friend that teaches us to wait. Have you heard of the saying, ‘if you truly love someone, set them free; if they come back, they’re yours to keep forever’?”

  “I heard something like that. So, you let me go . . .”

  My eyes well up with tears as the realization hits me. I need to
let go of the hurts and fears of losing my babies so that I can—maybe someday receive another little angel with less fear and more strength, with less despair and more hope. Sensing my relief brought by my latest epiphany, she gifts me with yet another smile, but this time, her eyes are shining with pride.

  “It’s time to let them go.”

  “I’m scared.” My voice breaks as the heavy fog of fear tries to veil me, yet again.

  Tami’s fingers wipe away the few tears that finally fall on my face while she silently and patiently waits for me. “I’ll help you. You can’t receive anything if your arms are closed off, babe.”

  Doubts still linger and a few sharp arrows still make their way to inflict fear, but knowing she’s going to walk me through it gives me courage. So, I nod, but she arches her brow, wanting to hear me say the words. Knowing that once those words leave my mouth, I’ll die trying to honor them.

  “I’ll try. For you, I’ll try through the pain and fear.”

  As soon as those words leave my mouth, she slams her lips against mine as if she wants to relieve every pain I’ve ever felt for losing each of my babies. Every swipe of her soft lips against mine brings comfort to my heavy heart. I don’t know if she’ll ever know how deeply she affects me. Her presence gives me peace, but her touch—her touch alone covers any guilt, shame, weakness, and fear. While her lips continue to graze mine, I allow myself to immerse in their pleasure and the sufficiency they give my mind and heart.

  Breaking the kiss she whispers against my lips, “How about we sleep? Tomorrow, I know I’ll be assaulted with wedding plans.”

  “I want to get married as soon as possible. I also want to try. . . .”

  She silences me with her finger on my mouth. “Okay. May I add that we’ve already started the process.”

  As we both smile at each other, I carry her back to our bed to sleep this time. I’ve given her body a good pounding which probably helped with the glow she’s wearing right now. As I lay here, I calm my over active imagination thinking she’s already pregnant. Surprisingly, all these thoughts lull me to sleep.

  Even before the sun breaks through the clouds, the need to take Tami once again is relentless. I kiss her neck, then with my tongue, I make lazy circles as I palm her ass.

  “Hmmm, morning, honey,” she purrs as she stretches like a Cheshire cat with her ass saying hello to my hard dick.

  “Do you want me?”

  “Always.”

  “Need to go to work.”

  “Hmmm, work on me, first. I’m already wet, this won’t take long.”

  She surprises me and abruptly turns, wasting no time pushing down my pajama bottoms. She straddles me as she guides my hard dick inside her while her mouth takes mine hungrily. So, our love dance starts, and while our tongues waltz seductively against each other, her thrusts are the exact opposite. She’s taking me hard and quick to the edge of oblivion, and she’s the only person I’d go there with.

  TAMI

  It’s been a month since the proposal. With everything going on with the planning of our quickie wedding, I’m so stressed out. To top it off, I’ve been feeling sick. I dare not mention this to Brian, because all he’ll do is worry about me.

  Neil claps, distracting me from my inner thoughts. “Chop, chop, Mama Cougar; there’s so many things to be done! Dress, flowers, entourage selection, venue, food, cake, band, song. Oh, the list goes on and on and on,” Neil’s rant just keeps going and going.

  “We need to share the load or split it because we can’t waste any time. We have to hit this hard and fast. We need a frontal and rear attack; you know, double penetration to get a lot of things done. Moving at the speed of light, no time for foreplay. Definitely, no time for indecisions. We go in full force, and boom we have an intense climactic experience.”

  “Oh, Roxy, I like the way you’re thinking. All the push and pull in your brain makes me all kinds of bothered. Though, all this physical exertion may cause me to gasp for breath; let me assure you, I will pump it up with everything I’ve got!”

  I start laughing at the double entendre bantering Roxy and Neil have going on. There’s definitely not a dull moment when these two are together.

  “We’ve decided. We’d like our wedding to be in my parents’ backyard, reception and everything. I know it’s where my dad would want it.”

  On cue, Roxy cries, “OMG, he’ll love that. I can see it, now. I’ll be a blubbering mess that day.”

  “I can picture it in my mind. Mason jars hanging on the trees and along the cabana, tea lights spread across the pool, chairs with beige Bengaline cover and gold ribbon on the back. Neil, can you call Beth and ask her where we can purchase wedding wagons for the quads? I want the girls to be my flower girls and the boys the ring bearers.”

  Neil starts scribbling and tapping on his phone. Roxy is on the computer checking out chair rentals, while my mind is working nonstop. Hopefully, we can achieve everything I’ve pictured in my brain. I force myself to concentrate on running payroll and answering emails as my assistants are getting things in order.

  Between Roxy and Neil showing me pictures of chairs, chair covers, cake designs, flowers, wedding invites, wedding favors and menus, I’m surprised my eyes aren’t crossed at this point. About the same time Roxy’s stomach starts making strange noises, my world starts spinning and my hands feel clammy. Instinctively, I close my eyes, slowly lean against the back of my chair, and start taking deep breaths, hoping I’ll feel better.

  “Time to eeeat,” Neil’s voice gradually fades once he sees the current state I’m in.

  “Neil, I don’t feel right,” A weak mumble escapes me.

  Roxy’s worried voice alarms me even more, “You want me to call Brian?”

  “I think we should take her to the hospital! She needs Dr. Doug Rosenthal!” Neil’s frantic voice sends my emotions in overdrive.

  “Neil! Seriously, we have a situation here. Stop thinking of George Clooney!” Roxy yells making me wince.

  “Okay, fine! But, we need to Will Smith her ass out of here!”

  “That’s one of my favorite movies—Hancock. Yeah!” Roxy bellows again.

  “Oh, honey, that movie got my attention from the word ‘cock’!”

  I shake my head, praying their overreaction and crazy antics will stop soon because they’re just adding to my stress. It seems my deep breaths are working since the spinning stopped. Cautiously, I open my eyes, and anxious eyes greet me.

  “Are you pregnant?” Of course, Roxy doesn’t waste any time.

  Not wanting her to be overly excited I answer, “No.” I groan. “I think I’m just hungry. It’s way past lunch, just get me something to eat, Neil. Please.”

  “When was your last period?”

  “Okay, chica, I’m buying food. I’ll be right back.”

  “Tami, answer me! When was your last period?”

  I loudly groan while closing my eyes again, hoping she’d stop asking questions, but no such luck. After a couple of seconds without hearing a squeak from her, I open one eye to check if she’s left me alone—again, no such luck.

  “Roxy, I’m expecting Aunt Flow next week. So, no, I’m not pregnant.”

  “But. . . . but. . . .”

  I snap my finger at her to wake her up from her open-eyed daydreaming. “Please, no buts. You’re forgetting I was pregnant before, and I’m telling you right now, I didn’t feel like this, then.”

  “Just promise me, when you don’t get Aunt Flow next week, you’ll take a test.”

  To appease and stop her nonsense, I nod my head in agreement since arguing with her is too tiring. A couple of minutes later, Neil walks in with food, and like hungry pigs, we annihilate it. What a difference food makes, that’s all I’m saying. Once the food settles in, I feel like a million bucks; and four hours later, we’re ready to go home. Finally!

  Seeing Jake’s Suburban and my mom’s new Mercedes in the driveway puts a smile on my face, knowing the quads are in the house. Until God b
lesses me with one of my own, I’m going to love on and spoil my nieces and nephews rotten.

  “Hello? Anybody home?”

  Squeals coming from Jillian greet me, but when my eyes land on Brian with Jaelin in his arms as she coos and he listens, my heart hurts. The hurt is brought on by sadness for something we so very much crave. At the same time, my heart bursts in happiness knowing my soon to be husband, if blessed with a child, will be one of the best fathers I’ll ever know. Just then, his eyes lock with mine and the same emotions swirling inside of mine dance in his.

  The same feeling—different intensity.

  While my happiness overpowers the hurt, his is the reverse. He’s drowning in longing, the depth of which no one knows. How I wish I could yell at the top of my voice, ‘I am pregnant’ to wipe away his sadness, but I can’t. I often wonder how long our wait will be. As he releases my eyes and gives his sole attention back to Jaelin, my feet stay glued to the floor.

  “He’ll be an amazing father, Tami. You just wait,” Trish says, nudging me.

  My mom hugs me from behind then says, “Tami, it’ll happen when you least expect it. Patience, honey. Brian needs you to be that for the both of you, because his heart won’t allow him to be as patient as you would like him to be. Be his steady heart in this.”

  With my heart in my throat, I squeak out, “How much longer, mom?”

  “We’re all praying, sweetheart. It’ll happen, just have faith. Believe it.”

  I’m just glad my mom can read me like my dad. God knows I need them more now than I’ve ever needed them. If there were ever a time I wouldn’t mind being the indecisive one, it would be at this very moment. I don’t hate him for it, I just wish I didn’t have to be the strong one in this part of our life.

  BRIAN

  A MONTH AFTER I PROPOSED we thought we won the lottery, but after taking three pregnancy tests, the results disappointed both of us. I don’t even know why I thought it would be any different. It’s either we lose a child, or not get pregnant at all. But persistence is Tami’s middle name, so we keep trying; but the emotional toll of ‘trying’ is getting to a point where I don’t even want to try anymore.