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

by Eva Luxe

  I never expected Harlow’s brother to be such a good musician, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Now, as the bridesmaids begin walking down the aisle, he switches to a “Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Beautiful World” mix.

  The ambiance is casual yet elegant. The bridesmaids wear black and white dresses that Riley was clearly kind enough to let them choose on their own, which definitely fits her laid-back and thoughtful personality.

  A cute little boy and girl pair toddle down the aisle as ring bearer and flower girl. And after Ramsey puts his guitar down and joins Jensen in front, Pachelbel’s Canon in D starts playing over the speakers. We all know to stand up, because the bride is on her way.

  Riley looks beautiful in a ruched white dress with lace and pearls woven throughout. I want to cry when I sneak a glance at Jensen’s face, because the look I see there is so touching.

  The wedding officiant begins a unique and personal ceremony, which she says that Jensen and Riley wrote together. She mentions how they met under tumultuous circumstances but began to rely on each other as both advocates and lovers.

  The story sounds rather similar to that of Harlow’s and mine, and he winks at me, letting me know he thinks so too.

  “Before today’s festivities, I met with the bride and groom and their families to go over the type of ceremony they wanted,” the officiant says next. “Both of the groom’s brothers were quick to let me know that they can’t believe he is getting married. But he told me privately that he knows he started a trend, and that they’ll both be next. I hear one of them is already in a committed relationship that Jensen himself at first couldn’t believe.”

  Harlow winks at me, and I know our turn is coming soon. His deployment will be hard, but I know it’s for a good cause, and I know he’s worth the wait. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and he’s changed my life for the better in every possible way.

  I know for sure that we’ll be together for the long haul. One of these days it will be him and me standing front and center as we exchange vows in front of our friends and family members.

  I’m not sure exactly when we’ll get to that destination but I sure am enjoying the ride.

  Epilogue

  Whitney’s Slip and Slide SEAL –Super Steamy Follow up Story / Epilogue

  Whitney

  It’s late when Harlow and I get home from the wedding. We climb our apartment stairs, both tired, but there’s something I want to tell him.

  We’ve been living together for over a month now. I know it’s fast, but that’s how Harlow and I do things. It’s nice to spend all this time together before he leaves for his deployment.

  As soon as we’re upstairs, I start taking my clothes off.

  “There’s something I want to tell you,” I say, as I throw my fancy dress on my vanity.

  “It’s that you can’t wait to fuck me,” he says, taking a cue from me and undressing himself. “I don’t even have to take your clothes off. You’re doing that yourself because you want me so badly.”

  “Exactly,” I tell him, letting my styled hair down so that it hangs loose over my back. “I have some exciting news for you.”

  “And what is that?” he asks, stepping close to me and taking my hands in his.

  “I got into medical school!” I tell him, jumping up and down.

  He gets distracted for a minute, watching my boobs bounce along with me, but then he finally pulls himself together and joins me in the jumping.

  “Yes!” he says. “That’s amazing. Congratulations.”

  He pulls me up in his arms and swirls me around.

  “My fake fiancée is going to be a real doctor,” he says, with a wide grin spreading across his face. “This is amazing.”

  He kisses me, long and hard.

  And then he sets me down on the bed and reaches for something in the drawer of our bedside table.

  I assume that it’s a condom, but inside, I see a tiny little blue box.

  “Whitney Reid,” he says, getting down on one knee and holding open the box, which shows a very shiny diamond. “Will you marry me? For real this time?”

  “Yes!” I say, falling into his arms while he hugs me and twirls me around again. “I’m so glad you’re finally asking me for real.”

  “Are you kidding?” he says. “Who wouldn’t want to marry a doctor? And this SEAL wants his real fiancée flashing a shiny real diamond while he’s deployed, so everyone knows exactly who she belongs to.”

  I hold it up, and it glistens in the near darkness.

  “It’s gorgeous,” I tell him, leaning down to kiss him. “It really is. Thank you.”

  “Thank you,” he says, holding me tight.

  “And now,” I tell him, “there’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.”

  “What’s that?” he asks, perplexed. “Something more than getting real engaged?”

  “Yep,” I say. “Now lay down.”

  He lays down and I smear cocoa butter all over his abs. I look at his amazing tattoos and run my hands all over him as I lather him up.

  Then I climb on the bed next to him.

  “Okay, I tell him. I’m going to use you, if you don’t mind.”

  He laughs, and says, “Go right ahead. Use me however you need.”

  “Good,” I tell him, “I’m going to use you as my slip and slide SEAL?”

  “Oh yeah?” he asks, his interest piqued.

  “Oh yeah.”

  I turn around and squat over him with my ass facing him and I lower myself onto his chest. It feels so slippery, just as I wanted it to.

  “Oh yeah,” he says, and I look back at him and smile.

  I grind my pussy up against his chest and I instantly feel like I could come.

  “Oh, my God,” I say.

  After grinding around I slide slightly down, along each rib cage of the body I know so well from working with it so much during physical therapy sessions. And each time I’m a little closer to the edge of climax.

  “Wow, Whitney, this is so hot,” he says, as I slide down to the next one.

  Bump.

  Now I’m on his hard, six pack abs and I keep sliding.

  Bump, bump, bump.

  Each time, I’m closer to orgasm until finally I’m coming on his stomach.

  “Harlow, I’m coming,” I cry out, unable to keep myself from shouting.

  “Come on me,” he says, grabbing my ass cheeks and sliding me around in place while I come all over him.

  He pulls me back so I start at the top again and with each bump, bump, bump on my way down, my orgasm intensifies.

  “Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh my God,” I call out.

  He holds onto my waist and slides me all over his body, while I finish coming. Then he holds onto my clit and rubs it while he pulls my long, flowing hair and continues to make me slide all over his wet, hard body.

  “I can’t stop coming,” I call out, feeling as if I could die of ecstasy. “This feels so good. This feels amazing.”

  “Keep coming on me, Whitney,” he commands. “I’ll be your slip and slide SEAL forever, now that you’re my real fiancée.”

  And with that I explode into what feels like a tiny thousand orgasms mixing into one giant one. He plays with my nipples and moves me up and down on him while I finish coming.

  “Now turn around,” he says. “Your slip and slide SEAL wants to fuck you.”

  Harlow

  I can’t get over what Whitney just did. It was so amazing and hot. I turn her around and set her back on top of me. Her legs are spread open in front of me but for a moment I look into her eyes and say, “Thank you.”

  She laughs and says, “Thank you.”

  Then I look down at her pussy, wet with the lotion and also with her juices. I spread her lips open wide so I can see all of her. Then I push her back and forth, up and down, so she’s sliding all over my chest and abs, down to my hard cock and back up again. The whole time, I’m rubbing her clit, because I want t
o see her come. And soon, my mission is accomplished.

  “Oh my God, Harlow,” she calls out, her face full of ecstasy and her pussy dripping its juices down onto my chest, in full view for me to see. “Ever since you made me come that first time, I can never stop coming with you.”

  “Sit on my cock now, Baby,” I tell her. “I’m your real fiancé, and I want to fuck you without a condom.”

  She looks down at me, with a slight smile. “You know I could get…”

  “Pregnant,” I tell her. “Yes. Don’t you want to have my baby?”

  “I do,” she says, smiling and looking excited. “I sure do.”

  “Then get down there and let’s make this happen,” I tell her, with a wink.

  She slides down my stomach one last time, bump bump bump, until she hits my cock with her curvy and bouncy yet somehow still firm ass. I love that fucking ass. Then she lifts herself up a bit and lowers herself down onto my cock, slowly but surely.

  “That’s my good girl,” I tell her. “That’s my real fiancée.”

  I’m all the way in her now, filling up her naked pussy with my bare cock, just like I’ve always wanted to do. We’re so slippery and she grabs her pussy muscles around my cock and squeezes it, to hang on tight, which feels great.

  I thrust myself up and into her while she leans over and holds onto my shoulders. She rides me like a horse and I fuck her like a stallion in heat.

  “This feels so amazing,” she says, her head thrown back and her eyes wild with pleasure.

  I play with her tits, her clit, her ass while she comes over and over again. I have so much stamina, wanting to fuck her as much as I can— make her have as many orgasms as possible— before I have to leave.

  “I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” I tell her, burying my cock in her pussy as she continues to ride me.

  She leans down and our lips meet. I kiss her deeply, sensually, as I fuck her without any protection. She’s completely mine now. For real, for always.

  I feel pressure at the base of my balls and I tell her, “I’m going to come in you, Whitney. For the first time ever.”

  “I’m ready,” she gasps, obviously on the verge of coming again herself. “Come in me.”

  “I’m shooting my cum into your pussy,” I tell her, as I feel myself throbbing and pulsing inside of her.

  She holds on tight to my shoulders while I thrust in and up a couple more times while blowing my entire load into her, filling her up with my cum.

  “Mmmm,” she moans, “I’m coming too.”

  She’s panting, out of breath, and I can tell she’s completely spent and exhausted, just like I am.

  But as she gets off my cock, she sits back down on my chest and spreads her legs open wide for me. I see my cum dripping out of her like a sweet dessert. I pull it out with my fingers and then stick it in her mouth for her lick off.

  She licks up and down my fingers as she slides around some more on my chest. I rub my cum down her throat, her perfect tits, her stomach, before landing one more time on her pussy so I can play with her amazing clit while she comes one more time for me.

  “You give me the best orgasms ever,” she says, laying down on my chest, which is covered in both of our juices and cum, mixed together with the lotion. “I’m so glad you’ll be mine forever.”

  “Me too,” I tell her, petting her hair and getting some of my cum in that, too. “I’m your real fiancé and soon I’ll be your real husband, and perhaps the father of your children too, I hope.”

  “You gave me my first orgasm and you’ll always be the only one to make me come,” she agrees.

  “Get ready to have orgasms for the rest of your life,” I tell her, with a grin. “Because thanks to you, this SEAL’s back in fighting shape. And when I’m not falling from the sky, saving our country, I’ll be here falling even more and more in love with you, and making you come more times then you’ll ever be able to count.”

  “I love you,” she says, snuggling up against my bicep and kissing my cheek.

  “I love you too, my very real fiancée.”

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  Chapter 1 – Garrett

  Marks, Sanchez & Reed.

  As I pull up to the law firm where it seems I’ll be spending the next however many years of my life, I squint at the name on the office building, still not sure how I feel about it. I try to imagine it saying Mark, Sanchez, Reed & Mack.

  It’s the “& Mack” part that gives me pause, since I’m the Mack. One half of me feels proud at the potential thought of seeing my name alongside such legal giants at a big posh law firm such as this, while the other half of me wants to throw up for being such a sell out. I guess you could say I have fucking mixed feelings about the whole matter.

  I take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, where a receptionist greets me.

  “Mr. Mack?” he asks, standing up and coming around to my side of his desk. “My name is Claude and I’ve been expecting you. It’s very nice to meet you.”

  I shake his hand, but I’m thinking, this guy will have to go if I’m to work here.

  I already have my own receptionist. And I prefer to have females work for me. When I get bored in between working on cases, it’s also nice to have a flirty conversation with a female assistant, or at least check out her ass as she walks out of my office to bring me another file. I’ve never really understood the point of hiring male assistants.

  But then again, I’ve never understood a lot of things that normal law firms do. That’s probably why I’ve never worked at them.

  Claude leads me to a conference room where three men are already seated, waiting to meet me. I know that they’re Asher Marks, Cameron “Ron” Sanchez and Jameson “Jim” Reed, the founding partners of the firm.

  “Garrett!” Asher says, standing up to shake my hand, as do the other two. We were all in law school together, but it’s been a while since I’d seen them. When I do see them, it’s often as opposing counsel in court, since I tend to represent “little guy” plaintiffs while they usually represent what I’ve always thought of as big, evil corporations.

  “There’s fresh coffee if you need anything,” Claude says, as he retreats towards the door. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

  “Fancy seeing you here,” Cameron says, as they sit back down at their seats and I choose my own.

  “I know it is,” I tell them, partly embarrassed that life circumstances have brought me here, while at the same time, grateful for the opportunity. “I made my legal career out of being a rogue independent. But I thought it was time to join society and hook up with a firm.”

  They laugh, and I’m glad they don’t press the issue of why I’m here talking to them today. I’m sure they know enough about me— just as I know enough about them— to have weighed the pros and cons and decided to proceed. The real reason I’m here is that my father said the firm, where he’s been a partner for a long time, was looking to expand and that I should join up. Although he’s quite old and half senile, I think he got this one right.

  Some good and bad things had happened as the result of my stubborn insistence on owning and running my own law firm. The good thing is that I won some big cases and a hell of a lot of money. If it weren’t for that, I don’t think that these three lawyers would be interested in partnering with me, whether my old man was already a partner at their firm or not.

  The bad thing is that I fucked up some other stuff, which I don’t reall
y need to go into detail about, because who likes to recount their losses? Let’s just say that I have the tendency to either win big or lose big. And also the tendency to mix business with pleasure a little too often.

  “I know that we’ve already sent over the proposed partnership agreement,” Asher says. “It’s pretty standard stuff and we’re looking to have it start nearly immediately. As you know, our firm has been doing well. We won a large case for a large client— Damien Hudson, the toy company owner, who actually offices here with us and runs his business for at least part of the time out of our offices, so that we can best keep up with his many different legal matters.”

  “Yes,” I say, and here I turn to Cameron Sanchez, who is not only Asher’s law partner but his best friend since they were in grade school. “Congratulations on that big win, Cameron.”

  “Thank you,” Ron says, and then looks at Asher as if to say, at least someone acknowledges my contribution to our achievements. “It has opened up a lot of opportunities for our firm and in looking into expanding, we were happy to see you were interested.”

  “There’s just one little detail we’d like to go over with you before making it official,” Jim says, and I brace myself for what I already suspected would be coming.

  What they want to go over with me is the fact that I’m known for sleeping with my subordinates. I decide to make things easier on them.

  “Look, guys,” I say, my hands outstretched as if I’m an innocent school boy accused of stealing cookies. “I was used to working on my own, making my own rules, or lack thereof. I had some opportunities to… socially interact with my staff, which I know now isn’t the best idea. Lesson learned.”

  They’re still staring at me, as if expecting me to say more, so I repeat, “Lesson learned.”

  “Lesson?” Ron asks, intensifying his case. “My understanding is that it has happened repeatedly.

  I tense up, and they must think I’m signaling that the deal might be off. In all reality, I’m just wondering how many they’ve heard about, and trying to count how many there have actually been.