Remember Me

by Jo-Anna Walker

  Keisha nodded, her eyes darkening.

  “I also promise that the amounts of pleasure we will feel will be nothing like what we’ve felt before,” he said, placing a kiss between her breasts. “It’ll be better.”

  “Really?” she asked, her chest rising and falling.

  “That, I promise you.” He could feel the walls of doubt crashing down around them. The level of trust that she was giving him, after all that they had been through, made his love for her deepen. He never thought that he could love her more than he did already but at that point, he did. This woman, he would spend the rest of his life with. Showing her things about herself that she never thought was possible. He would teach her. They would learn together and they would be happy. Yes, they would struggle and yes they would fall but as long as they had each other, they could get through anything. Garrith was damn determined to make her happy and he would spend the rest of his life giving her what she needed.

  ***

  Keisha placed a hard kiss on Garrith’s lips, igniting a deep rumble to erupt from his chest. Although he was always in control, at that moment, he gave her free reign to do what she wanted. And that was just to kiss him. To feel his warm, soft lips against hers. Not sexual. Not filled with passion, but filled with a sense of completion. Kind of like sealing the deal. She would spend the rest of her life making him happy and even though she knew at times it would be difficult, it wouldn’t be real if it weren’t.

  “I love you,” she breathed against his mouth.

  Garrith cupped the back of her neck and pushed her tight against him, deepening the kiss. Her body bloomed when his tongue entered her mouth in a slow, even stroke. Their tongues massaged, dueled, fighting for a sense of control that only he had.

  “Undo my pants,” he demanded, gripping her ass.

  Her core clenched and she did as she was told. No toys, no equipment was needed as Garrith held her against him. As much as she loved the feel of the cool leather under her heated skin, she’d rather be restrained by his hard body.

  “Stroke me.”

  She reached into his pants and freed his straining erection, moving her hand from base to tip. The velvety softness moved under her fingers, sending a tingle of desire down her spine. “My love.”

  He smirked and shoved his tongue between her lips in a rough demanding kiss. “Fuck me.”

  Keisha lowered herself onto him and whimpered. Her body opened to him, taking him as deep as possible before she started moving her hips.

  “That’s it, kitten,” he groaned. “Ride my cock. Give me what you want.”

  Lifting herself up and down his rigid length, she bit back a gasp as his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass. “Help me ride you hard.”

  “Look at me.”

  She gripped his shoulders and stared into his lust-filled eyes.

  “Ready?”

  She nodded.

  He gripped her hips and lifted her, slamming her back onto him in a smooth move.

  A jolt of electricity travelled through her at the rough impact. “Again,” she cried out.

  He repeated his movements, deepening the thrusts each time. Her muscles burned and sweat ran down her back but God, did he ever feel good.

  “Come with me but not until I tell you to.”

  She licked her lips and moaned, her core pulsing at not being allowed a release quite yet. In a quick move, Garrith spun her in his arms and held her against him. She gasped and wrapped her legs around his hips.

  “Feel me deep inside you, love. Get used to it, because I’m not going anywhere. Ever. I could live in you,” he breathed against her neck.

  She moaned, her body burning, begging for a release that she knew only he could give.

  His hand wrapped around her throat while the other ran down her body to her bare mound. “You’re going to ride me hard and I’m going to play with your clit. You will come, and, love?”

  “Yes?” she asked, gripping his thighs for leverage.

  “You will come over and over again until I tell you to stop.”

  Chapter 24

  “Garrith Michael Jameson.”

  Garrith winced at the firm tone of his mother’s voice. He turned around and sure enough, her hands were on her hips, her beautiful face in a hard scowl. He put on a brave face and plastered on a smile.

  She shook her head, her gray bob moving from side to side. “Don’t try and charm me with your boyish smile. I know your ways.”

  “Yes, Mommy.”

  Marilyn Jameson raised a finger. “And don’t you yes, Mommy me. Where have you been? Why have you not called? And where is my Keisha?”

  He swallowed hard at the rapid fire of questions. Opening his mouth to speak, a hand clapped down on his shoulder, squeezing in a firm grip.

  He looked up into his father’s pale blue eyes. Garrith was tall at 6’4” but his father, Nick Jameson, was a monster. 6’6” and 250 pounds of love, as his mother always said.

  “Where have you been, boy?”

  Garrith bristled at his father’s deep voice. He loved his parents. Always had and always would but their need to know his every waking move used to drive him insane.

  “I’ve been around,” he bit out.

  “That’s not the answer we are looking for. Your friend Sebastian asked us to hold their wedding in our backyard. Why didn’t you come to us?” his mother asked, her eyes narrowing.

  Garrith thought a moment. What could he say? No answer would be a good enough reason for ignoring his parents for six months.

  “Answer your mother,” his father demanded.

  Garrith let out a deep breath. “Keisha and I have been going through some…stuff.”

  His mother’s dark eyes softened. “Are you guys alright?”

  Garrith smiled. “Yes.” And were they ever. Since submitting to him, things hadn’t been the same. Keisha couldn’t keep her hands off of him and he reveled in it. Needed it. Loved every fucking second of it. His muscles burned and twitched from the rough but delicious session they had that morning.

  “Good. Now,” his mother looked around the backyard, “since the wedding is two days away, I’m dying to know when you’re going to marry my Keisha.”

  Garrith choked. “Excuse me?”

  His dad chuckled. “I think you’re gonna scare the poor guy, Marilyn.”

  She smiled. “Well you’ve been dating for years and I’m not getting any younger. I want grandbabies.”

  “Well, we’re just getting back to normal so I don’t think babies or marriage are in our future quite yet.” Call him selfish, but he wanted Keisha all to himself for at least a little bit before they had a little person running around.

  “How is she doing? With losing her memory and all? She got it back completely, I hear.” his mom asked, curling her fingers in her husband’s large hand.

  “She’s doing much better and yes, she has her memory back,” Garrith answered. He looked around the back yard. White chairs were lined up behind a large gazebo. Sebastian Chelios was getting married. In two days. To Tori McLeod. Garrith shook his head. Maybe it was about time he proposed to Keisha. If Sebastian could settle down, then so could he. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her anyways.

  “What are you thinking about, son?” his dad asked.

  Garrith smirked. “Nothing.”

  “I know that look.” He looked at his wife. “I think you put ideas into our son’s head.”

  A cheesy grin spread on her face. “Who, me? I would never do such a thing.”

  ***

  Keisha ran her hands down the front of her, smoothing the material out against her skin. The black maxi dress went to the floor, hugging her shapely curves. She smiled at herself in the mirror and was turning to leave when she saw Garrith standing in the doorway.

  He grinned and took a step towards her before capturing her mouth in a hard kiss. Her body bloomed, humming at the rough impact. More.

  All too soon, he released her and placed a soft peck on her
forehead. “I have something for you.”

  She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

  “Now, I’ve been stressing the fuck out over this because I don’t know how you’ll react.”

  “Garrith, what is it?” she asked, her heart racing against her ribs.

  His eyes heated as he reached inside of his jacket. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out a large square box.

  Keisha reached for it, the soft blue velvet caressing her fingers. Opening it, she gasped, her eyes widening. A glass-stemmed rose lay in black shiny satin with a white pearl-beaded collar wrapped around it. A red rose charm dangled at the front of the collar. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It was simply gorgeous.

  “You don’t like real flowers because they die too quickly but this one, you can have forever,” he said quickly and cleared his throat.

  “Garrith, I…it’s…wow…” She stared at the item before her in astonishment.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Oh of course. It’s beautiful. I wasn’t expecting this. At all.” She pulled the collar out of the case and turned around. “Will you do the honors, my love?”

  He smiled and brushed her hair off her nape. “This is only temporary. As your trust grows—”

  “I do trust you,” Keisha said, frowning.

  “As your trust grows,” he repeated, his voice firm. “I will eventually get you a collar that will lock in place. Only I will carry the key.”

  “Garrith…”

  “Love, this new step in our relationship doesn’t happen overnight. I know you are impatient but we have to learn. We have to take it slow. Understand?”

  She sighed. “Yes.”

  He smiled. “Good.”

  An electric thrill ran down her spine as she watched the white pearled collar fall into place around her neck. A flush ran over her body, the small beads heating against her skin.

  Garrith kissed the side of her neck, inhaling deep. “It’s perfect.”

  “Don’t they have ceremonies for this kind of stuff?” she asked, caressing the small charm.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed lightly. “Would it excite you if I claimed you as mine in front of a bunch of people, kitten?”

  Although she knew he wasn’t talking about sex, his words dripped with lust, making her core pulse. Her gaze met his in the mirror, her throat going dry at the deep huskiness of his voice. “Yes.”

  He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “I love you and the day we get married will be our special ceremony.”

  Her heart lifted. “I like the sound of that.”

  He winked. “I know. Now,” he took a step back. “On your knees, kitten.”

  Keisha’s head whipped around at the hard demand but did as she was told.

  A smug smile formed on his handsome face as he undid his belt. “Lift your dress and bend over. I want that beautiful ass in the air. And Keisha,” his voice lowered. “You better not be wearing any panties.”

  Her body vibrated. She wasn’t.

  ***

  Keisha listened to the noisy chatter of her friends, people she just met, and others. It was the night of Tori and Sebastian’s wedding rehearsal and dinner. She couldn’t believe they were getting married in two days. Who would have thought that anyone would be able to tie down Sebastian Chelios, but somehow Tori managed to.

  Keisha sighed and glanced around the big backyard when her gaze landed on Garrith. He winked and smiled at her. Her stomach flipped. God, he was gorgeous. Dressed in a pale blue linen button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and beige khaki pants, he looked like he walked right off of a Hollywood set.

  Her fingers went up to the collar around her neck, her body heating with memories of him giving the small item to her earlier that evening. Its white hue was accentuated by her tanned skin; the small red rose charm swayed every time she moved. The collar, although small, symbolized something bigger than the both of them. Knowing she would be getting a collar that actually locked around her throat in time did things to her. It left her breathless and wanting.

  His gaze followed her movements, his eyes blazing with love. He said something to the gentleman that he was speaking with and walked over to her. She wiped her clammy hands down her thighs and looked away. Her heart thumped hard against her ribs.

  A warm but firm hand landed on her shoulder. “I like seeing my collar around your throat, kitten,” he breathed against her neck.

  Oh God. Her body vibrated. This was not the time or the place but she couldn’t get enough of him. It was like her sex drive was taking full control. Things had changed since the other night. Everything was more intense, passionate. Never like before.

  He wrapped a hand around her jaw and tilted her head, placing a hard kiss on her lips. “I love you.”

  She smiled. “I love you.”

  A throat cleared. “Do we have to separate you two?” Sebastian teased, clapping a hand on Garrith’s shoulder.

  Keisha’s cheeks heated while Garrith laughed. The clinking of a glass interrupted their banter.

  Everyone turned to Tori as she stood a few feet away. “Baby, stop,” she said to her son, Antonio as he grabbed her leg.

  Keisha giggled and headed over to them, picking him up in her arms.

  Tori smiled. “Thank you.” She turned to the small gathering of people in the back yard and sighed. “Where’s my fiancé?”

  Sebastian stepped up beside her and kissed her head before placing an arm around her shoulders.

  “We just wanted to thank all of you for making this day special to the both of us. We know that it’s kind of last minute but we wanted to get this done before the baby comes,” she said, rubbing her lower belly. “Also, I needed to get this over with before Sebastian changed his mind.”

  An eruption of laughter sounded through the big back yard.

  Sebastian shook his head and placed a firm kiss on her mouth. “Never. You’re stuck with me for life, little one.”

  Keisha looked away, feeling like she was intruding on a private moment. Antonio squirmed in her arms when she gave him a hug. The little guy sighed against her and wrapped his arms around her neck. He looked up at her a moment later, his big brown eyes filled with so much love and trust, it took her breath away. “Don’t ever change, big guy. Keep that love, deep inside you,” she said, tickling his chubby belly.

  He giggled and struggled against her hold. She placed him on his feet, watching him run to his mama. Tori smiled at her and Sebastian picked him up.

  “Hey hun.”

  Keisha looked up as Susan McLeod, Tori’s mom, approached her. Her short black hair glistened in the dim outdoor lighting. “Hi, Susan. How are you?”

  She smiled. “Good. How are you?”

  “I’m well, thank you.”

  Susan’s eyes softened. “Are things going okay?”

  Keisha’s heart warmed. “They are.” Better than ever actually. She couldn’t believe how quickly she and Garrith had bonded in the past couple of days. Talking to Matteo had helped but she felt that it was mostly them. They both opened up finally after all of this time and it brought them closer together.

  Susan pulled her into an embrace. “I’m glad. Now don’t you be a stranger. I look at you like a daughter as well.”

  Tears welled in Keisha’s eyes. She swallowed past the hard lump in her throat and returned the much-needed hug.

  The small hairs on her body tingled when warm fingers brushed her nape. She shivered and looked up at Garrith.

  Susan smiled. “Take care of my girl.”

  He nodded. “I will.”

  His eyes darkened, drawing Keisha in. She fell into the depths, captivated by his stare. Something had switched between them. Things became more intense. Raw. Real.

  He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, brushing his nose along the side of her neck. “You smell good.”

  She smiled, knowing the scent that was invading his nostrils. “Yeah, I sme
ll like you.”

  “Hmmm…God, I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he purred.

  Her heart skipped a beat. “Don’t. I always want your hands on me. Don’t ever stop touching me.”

  His hold on her tightened. “Never, love. My arms will always be here to wrap around you. To hold you when you need it. Even if you don’t need it, I am here. Always and forever, kitten. I am yours.”

  Keisha looked up at him. “And I am yours, my love.”

  Chapter 25

  “Do you, Tori, take Sebastian to be your lawfully-wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, forever and always, ‘til death do you part?”

  Tori giggled. “Yes. I do.”

  Sebastian grinned.

  Keisha’s heart warmed as she watched her friends standing at the altar, getting married.

  The priest turned to Sebastian. “And do you, Sebastian, take Tori to be your lawfully-wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, forever and always, ‘til death do you part?”

  “Fucking right.”

  Tori gasped while an eruption of laughter spread through the small group of people sitting in white lawn chairs. “Sebastian!”

  “Sorry.” He cleared his throat and looked at the priest. “I do.”

  Keisha shook her head and met Garrith’s gaze. He chuckled and winked at her.

  The priest’s mouth turned up at the corners. “I’ve never had that answer before.” He shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Well, now that we have that over with. By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. Sebastian, you may kiss your bride.”

  Sebastian pinched Tori’s chin. “With pleasure.”

  She placed her hands on his chest. “PG, baby.”

  He winked and crashed his lips to hers. Hoots and hollers sounded around the big back yard as their kiss deepened. It definitely wasn’t a PG kiss.

  Tori broke the kiss, giggling. “God, Sebastian. Trying to devour me in front of all these people?”

  Sebastian looked around them. “No, but I do want to devour you.”