Don't Forget About Me: A Second Chance Amnesia Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “I’m so glad I met you, Jensen Bradford,” I say, as he thrusts inside me, up and down, and grunts his agreement. “I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for you.”

  He sucks on my nipples while continuing to move in and out of me, causing my breathing to increase once again. I easily come again, and then I feel him pulse and grip my shoulders tightly as he himself comes.

  Lying back down beside me in bed, he says, “If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be hooked back up with that Charles loser, working at that awful firm again.”

  “And if it weren’t for me, you’d probably be in jail,” I say.

  We laugh as we hold each other tight.

  “Good thing Mr. Holt made me volunteer to help veterans,” I say.

  “Good thing my mom made me have to punch a guy out.”

  We lie together in the darkness for a while longer, a comfortable silence between us.

  “Jensen?” I ask.

  There’s no response, and then I hear his deep sleep breathing.

  Oh well. I was just going to tell him I love him. But I can wait to tell him tomorrow. And every day after that.

  THE END.

  Epilogue

  SEAL’s Magic Bullet (Extended Epilogue/ Follow Up Story)

  Riley

  Jensen and I just had a great time at a concert with his brothers, Brynn and some of our other friends. It’s late when we get back to my house. But not too late.

  “So, what is this Magic Bullet I’ve been hearing you and Brynn talk about?” he asks.

  I laugh. We’ve been dating for a few weeks now but he can still make me blush.

  “What?” he asks. “I told you I was going to make you come with your Magic Bullet— that I was going to make it my magic bullet. Now it’s time to make good on that promise. I’m always a man of my word. It’s time for the ‘deleted scene’ in our movie.”

  “Or our romance book,” I joke.

  “Or that.”

  He winks at me and shows me his devilish grin that I fell in love with at first sight.

  I take him upstairs and dig out the egg-shaped vibrator I still keep carefully hidden. I’m embarrassed, until he puts me down on the bed, turns it on and begins to work its magic on my clit.

  “Holy wow. Jensen.”

  “I told you,” he says, in a near-whisper.

  It feels amazing. Almost— but not quite— as good as his cock in my pussy makes me feel.

  I shake my head slightly at Jensen, but I'm smiling. He grins at me in return and winks.

  He lets it buzz on my clit and then moves it away when I feel a tingle. He raises his eyebrows at me.

  He's teasing me. Taunting me. With the threat of an orgasm I so desperately want.

  Just as I feel that I'm on the brink of that orgasm, he turns the vibrator off, as if to say, "That was just a little tease. There'll be more where that comes from later."

  He puts two fingers inside me, feeling how drenching wet I am, and I clench my pussy around his fingers, imagining that it's his cock. I can't help but want him to fuck me, even though I know we’re having fun with the vibrator.

  He moves it up and down on my clit, where I feel a rush of pleasure. Then he really turns up the intensity to full blast and finally I feel the sweet orgasm I’ve been so wanting. I grip the edge of the bed, feeling the ripple of pleasure coursing through my nerve endings.

  “I’m coming,” I tell him, allowing the feeling to wash over me completely. “It feels so good, Jensen.”

  I take a deep breath and look at Jensen as I experience an orgasm so good that it’s almost as great— but not quite— as when his cock is inside me. He raises the sides of his handsome mouth to me and then he licks his lips as he watches me come.

  He’s clearly enjoying the way he's driving me crazy by my need to be with him. To touch him, feel him, fuck him. Instead of just this piece of metal that's on me, making me feel so good at his command.

  Jensen continues to tease me with the vibrator, causing me to come again before he turns it off and spreads my pussy open wide. He looks at the juice dripping out of me, and smiles.

  My pussy aches for him. Then his fingers slip back inside me. He fingers me while rubbing the vibrator up and down my clit.

  Oh, my God.

  This feels even better. Because he's the one doing it to me. The only thing better would be if it was his cock. Fucking me. Like I love when he does.

  My legs are spread partway open for him as he uses his hand to fuck my pussy hole while the vibrator is making me come. I can feel both his hand and the vibrator get slippery inside me as I come all over both of them, trying hard not to whimper.

  I can't help but lean in close to his ear and whisper, "I want you."

  "No," he says back to me. "You need me."

  And he's right. I do need him.

  “And I love you,” he whispers to me.

  “I love you too.”

  "I’m going to take you now,” he tells me, pulling me up by my hand.

  My heart races in excitement. Every time I’m with Jensen is the best time ever.

  I’m ready for him to take me again and again, just like he took me for my very first time. He’s claimed me as his own, and I don’t want anyone else but my SEAL.

  Jensen

  I love how good I can make Riley feel, and how good she makes me feel in return. I love how she does anything and everything I want.

  "Get on your knees," I tell her.

  "Yes, Jensen.”

  She kneels down on the floor and takes my cock into her mouth. I ram it further down her throat, as she eagerly swallows it. Then I reach down and put the egg-shaped vibrator back on her clit.

  "Mmmm," she moans, as the vibrator does its job on her clit while I fuck her mouth with my cock.

  "Oh my god, Jensen, that feels so good," she mumbles, as I pull her hair back and shove myself all the way inside her.

  I push my cock in and then pull it out, over and over as she moans and groans. I look down and watch the vibrator moving against her pussy as she chokes on my cock.

  "I'm coming," she says, humming onto my dick.

  I want to come in her mouth and watch her swallow my load. But I can't take it anymore— I need to be inside her again. I wanted her from the beginning but every time I’ve been inside her, I’ve only wanted her more and more.

  I pull her up and turn her around. Then I take off my shirt and bind her wrists to the bedpost.

  “Wow,” she says, with a small laugh. “You’re tying me up.”

  “I am, “ I tell her. “You're still my slutty little girl whose virginity I took. I’m your boyfriend and I can do what I want with you, can't I?"

  "Yes, Jensen," she nearly whimpers.

  I reach a finger into her pussy, while still making the vibrator hum against her. I can feel that she's soaking wet.

  "You enjoyed the way that vibrator played with your clit, didn't you?" I ask her, slapping her ass one, two, three times, harder and faster each time.

  "Ouch," she cries out, but then she moans, letting me know that she likes it.

  "Yes, Jensen," she answers, causing me to have to give her another spanking.

  "Were you wishing I was fucking you instead of just using the magic bullet on you?" I ask her.

  "Yes, Jensen," she says.

  I like that answer.

  I spread her beautiful, curvy ass cheeks wide open and look at her pussy up close. I can see the juices dripping from her pussy and from the dildo half hanging out of it.

  Then I ask her, "Is my little girl ready to be fucked by her SEAL now that his magic bullet has done the trick?"

  "Yes, Jensen," she says, and my cock rises up even harder and stronger.

  I hurry to put on the condom. Then Riley grunts as I push my cock into her pussy.

  “Ouch,” she moans, but then she relaxes like I’ve taught her how to do.

  My cock feels so good buried deep inside her pussy, just like it did when I popped her ch
erry. I increase my speed, pumping my cock in and out of her.

  She’s up against the bed and I’m working her entire pussy, thrusting harder and harder while it throbs inside her.

  "Oh, my God," she cries out. I can tell she's as close to coming as I am, as I pump my cock in and out of her pussy. “Jensen, that feels so good."

  Holy fuck.

  This is mind blowing.

  It's always mind blowing when I'm with Riley but this, right now, as I'm on the cusp of coming after I made her come so much with vibrator, is so mind blowing I can barely stand it.

  "Good, because I’m going to fuck you over and over again, and more and more, as much as I want, whenever I want.”

  I come as I say it, and she’s already squirming because she herself was starting to come. So, we both come together and end up a panting, sweating mess.

  I untie her. Then we collapse together on her bed.

  “It really is so much more amazing when you use my magic bullet on me,” she says.

  “You mean my magic bullet,” I correct her. “Your SEAL’s magic bullet.”

  “Yes, exactly. But it feels even better when you use your cock on me. My SEAL’s cock.”

  “It definitely is your SEAL’s cock.”

  She snuggles her head up against me, blonde hair spilling onto my chest as I stroke it.

  She’s my virgin, and I’m her SEAL, forever and ever. As a man of my word, I will make it so. And it will be easy promise to keep.

  Thank you for reading. Another bonus book follows for your continued reading enjoyment. It’s “Just Pretend,” the second book in this Bradford Brothers story, which tells Harlow’s story.

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  Just Pretend: A Bad Boy Military Fake Fiance Romance

  Copyright 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved

  Chapter 1

  8 Months Ago

  Our Boeing CH-47 Chinook is barely off the ground before all of us within it begin celebrating.

  “Yeah buddy!” My brother Jensen shouts, high- fiving everyone around before swooping me up in an exuberant hug.

  “We did it!” shouts my other brother Ramsey, but the smoke that still fills his lungs forces him to cough out the last part of the exclamation.

  We’ve just successfully extracted eight downed servicemen from behind enemy lines in southeastern Afghanistan. Their plane had been shot down by a surface-to-air missile. Without us rescuing them from hostile territory they’d likely have been captured and taken as prisoners as war.

  “And this is why we do the things we do!” shouts Brian, a team member who isn’t my literal, blood brother like Jensen and Ramsey are, but one who has become a figurative brother— just as all the men in my unit have become.

  Then Brian yells out: “Leave no man behind!”

  Several other men begin chanting one of our mantras along with him and then calling out others.

  “Failure is not an option!”

  “The only easy day was yesterday!”

  As Navy SEALs, we spend years training for rescue missions such as these. We’re stealth and covert; we sneak in when there’s danger and fucking clean up the place and rescue anyone left behind.

  We do whatever it takes to rescue even one service member who may be at risk. It’s nice to know that our hard work and perseverance have paid off, and that once again we’ve rescued American lives.

  And yet…

  As my brothers in arms continue to celebrate, and I chant along with them, I can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. I hear shots being fired in the distance, and think of how we’ve been warned that rescue helicopters and their crews often come under fire during or immediately after their rescue efforts.

  “Are we completely in the clear yet?” I ask Jensen, looking out the window at the smoldering scene below us.

  It’s only getting more dangerous out here: insurgents lay ambushes and place bombs or other devices that specifically target our missions and those of search and rescue teams who also help rescue downed servicemembers. We call these “SAR traps”: Search and Rescue traps.

  “Lighten up, little brother,” Jensen, jokingly punching me on the shoulder.

  He’s always been the playful one out of the three of us. As the middle brother, although to the outside world he’s had his share of drama and problems—as all of us Bradford boys have— within our family he’s lived up to the stereotypical reputation of a peacekeeper, a “fixer,” a friendly face who is always eager to make us smile, a listening ear when we’re going through anything. And we love him for it.

  “Shut up, spoilsport!” Brian shouts, and a few other people chant, “Shut up Harlow! Shut up Harlow!” in a teasing manner.

  “Seriously, Harlow,” says Ramsey, always the voice of reason. “You did well, and it’s time to celebrate.”

  As the oldest of us three brothers, he’s always Mr. No-Nonsense, dispensing advice even when it’s unsolicited and sometimes downright unwelcome, but always being the firm yet somehow still gentle hand that guides us.

  Fuck it. If everyone else is in good spirits, I might as well make sure to shift my own mood to match theirs. If even Ramsey says it’s okay to cut back and have a little fun for once, I’d better listen. As the youngest brother, I have the reputation for being the prankster, the fun-loving free spirit among us— even if this external demeanor is only a mask for the internal worries and constant anxiety I keep shoved deep down within myself.

  “Leave no man behind! Failure is not an option!” I shout, beginning some of the chants anew that they had all been stuck on before they started telling me to shut up.

  They soon join me but my voice is louder and stronger than the others, since they had been repeating the phrases for quite a while now, while I had only been quietly brooding. I’m on a roll, swept up by the momentum and exhilaration we’re all feeling.

  I’m giving into my brothers’ and team members’ advice. I’m celebrating our victory instead of worrying about what will happen next, as I too often do. I’m going with the flow, feeling great for once.

  And then it happens.

  Our helicopter is spinning out of control, being downed just as certainly as the one from which we just rescued the eight other men.

  “We’ve been shot down!” someone yells.

  This obvious statement is the last thing I hear for a while. As I drift into unconsciousness, I’m wondering if it will be the last thing I ever hear.

  I come to in the aircraft that is now flaming and downed. I see an uncountable number of unconscious people in the helicopter, so I spring to action, extricating them from the burning wreckage.

  Where’s Jensen?

  Where’s Ramsey?

  Where are my other team members?

  There are many limp bodies, but I don’t see Jensen or Ramsey among them. Although amidst the flames I can barely make out who’s who, I’m certain I could recognize my own brothers, whom I’ve known since I was born. I can only hope the fact that I don’t see them in this pile of wreckage means that they’re among the men helping to rescue others, as I myself begin doing.

  Those of us who are conscious work to remove those who are unconscious, without looking at or talking to each other. We’re simply determined to save lives before we run out of time. Time until the aircraft explodes. Time until the enemy shows up…

  In the back of my mind I fear captivity and torture, and I can’t help but hope that someone just like me is on the way to save us. A backup team of SEALs, although I know that those of us assigned to this mission were all contained in the downed helicopter. There’s not much time for fear, though, and pure adrenaline keeps me working like a madmen to scoop up the bodies out of the plane
before…

  … boom.

  Our helicopter explodes.

  I’m trapped, I can feel that my flesh is on fire, and I’m certain I’m headed to hell. Guys like me aren’t likely to be welcome in heaven. Sure, I’m a hero for what I do professionally, but the same can’t be said about my personal life.

  I blink and call out my brothers’ names, desperately searching for them in the hopes that I can find them before I lose consciousness… perhaps before I lose my very life…

  Chapter 2

  Present Day

  My patient stretches lengthwise across the ballet barre in the physical therapy session room. He’s a young Airman Basic who was injured when an IED blew up his caravan. Normally he wears a uniform or fatigues, but for our sessions he changes into gym clothes.

  “You can do it, Jim,” I assure him, feeling more like a cheerleader than a physical therapist intern.

  He stretches a bit further, and now he’s supposed to remove his foot from the barre, but his position looks so precarious that I doubt he can make it. I glance nervously at Lance, who is lingering in the corner of the room, politely pretending not to be observing me as closely as I know he actually is.

  He’s the proctor for my internship— and therefore technically my boss— but ever since we’ve worked closely together during my internship, he’s become my friend as well. I’m so grateful for a good working relationship between us, which makes my job a lot easier.

  He nods at me, so I know I have to continue to encourage the patient, even though I myself feel a bit doubtful.

  “Just a little further,” I tell Jim. “Now let go.”

  He lifts his foot off the barre and plunges downward, about to fall face-first onto the floor.

  Great, I think, doing my best to try to catch him or at least break his fall.

  “It’s okay,” Lance says, as he somehow miraculously appears by my side.

  He holds onto Jim while I steady his arms.

  He doesn’t fall. But it was close.