Stolen Memories: A Novella (5 page)

“You bought me
that
ring?” I asked, taking a closer look.

A light blush covered his cheeks and I laughed. “Shut up and listen to the story, Megan. When they asked what we wanted I told them that stupid line from
The Princess Bride
because you loved it so much. We must have watched that movie a million times as kids.”

I stared down at the ring and tried not to cry. “I love it. Thank you.”

He tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. “How much do you remember about the fight you had with your dad before you texted me?”

“I remember being mad at him, but not why I was mad. I don’t even remember texting you.”

“Why were you so thankful that you hadn’t married Michael then?”

“I was scared to leave him. Before the wedding I just got caught up in the excitement, but there was something about him that was off. He scared me towards the end. It was like he was trying to own me.”

I shivered, and Hunter wrapped his arms around me.

“You were right to be scared. He’s the one that put those bruises all over you. When we came back from Georgia he was waiting in your apartment, and he tried to rape you.” I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck and dropped his head, leaving his hands resting in his hair. “I never should have let you go up there by yourself, but we’d had a fight and I was trying to let you cool off,” he choked out.

“Hunt, look at me.” I cradled his face in my hands and made him look me in the eyes. “Michael would have found a way to attack me either way. I can feel it deep in my soul. I might not remember anything, but I know it’s not your fault. That man is pure evil.”

He shook his head and I knew he wouldn’t talk about it anymore. I guess there were good things about being married to your best friend. I wouldn’t have to spend time getting to know his little quirks.

“There’s more.”

“More? Worse than Michael trying to rape me? God, no wonder I blocked it all out.”

He took a deep breath. “Your dad basically sold your virginity to him, and you had your suspicions that he did the same thing to your sister. I’ve already started trying to get her away from her husband, but my men have to wait until it’s safe. Your mom had no idea about anything Jack was doing until I called her last night, but we think he might have left the country.”

I paused for a second, trying to remember. Everything seemed fuzzy, but there was one detail that stood out. “You choked him against the wall, right?”

“You remember that?”

“I think so. I told his assistant to go fuck herself?”

He tried not to laugh. “Yeah, you did. It was pretty awesome. I’ve always hated her; she’s always been a huge bitch.”

“What does it mean that I can remember that?”

“I don’t know, but the doctor said you shouldn’t push too hard to try to remember everything at once. I think it’s a good thing that things are starting to come back.”

“What if there are parts that I want to remember right now?” I whispered.

He put his forehead against mine. “I love you, Megan Abbott.”

“I love you too, Hunter Abbott.” I grinned. “So I took your last name, huh?”

He growled and his lips smashed against mine. There was hunger and desperation behind the kiss that I hadn’t expected. I might not remember getting married, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt I wanted him. His hands cupped my face and I grasped at his shirt as our tongues tangled together. My fingers trembled as I ran my hands up along the hard lines of his stomach. He groaned into my mouth and pulled back. I giggled as he pulled me up off the couch, picking me up and carrying me like a child. The dark surrounded us as he shut the door with his foot.

Hunter quickly stripped us of our clothes and tugged me down on top of him. His fingers tangled in my hair as he kissed me. My fingers slowly trailed down his stomach. I hesitated for a split second before I took his cock in my hand. He groaned into my mouth and I smirked.

“I’m assuming we’ve done this before?”

“Damn straight we did. If you don’t remember it soon, I’ll recreate the whole thing for you.” He leaned up. “Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?”

“Just try and stop me.”

I giggled again and leaned down to take him into my mouth. His chuckle cut off and he hissed out a curse. My tongue traveled along the length of him and I reveled in the power I felt by making him come apart at the seams. Kissing the head, I looked up through hooded lashes at him. When I saw how out of control he was, it pushed me forward, making me bolder. I took him as far down my throat as I could, bobbing my head and sucking him hard, pushing him further towards the edge.

“Holy fuck, Megan,” he choked out, gripping the sheets. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come down your throat, and I don’t want to do that right now. I want to be buried deep inside you when I come.”

My pussy ached with an emptiness I’d never felt before. I wanted him so badly. I craved to have him fill me, and I thought I might lose my mind if he didn’t touch me soon. Almost like he could read my mind, his trailed his hands down my body and slipped a finger inside my heat, causing me to arch against him.

“Fuck, you’re wet, baby.”

“Now, Hunt. I need you right now.”

My voice was husky and breathy. He rolled us so I was on top, positioning his cock at my entrance. Hunter looked at me with questioning eyes. I pushed myself down and he slowly slid inside me. Inch by delicious inch, he slowly filled me. My spine tingled in pleasure, and his arms wrapped around me.

When I was fully ready I nodded. I’d never experienced anything this amazing. His hands gripped my hips as I started to move against him.

“I feel so fucking full. Oh God, Hunt.”

His lips brushed along my neck and moaned low and deep. As the pressure built, he grabbed at my ass and smacked it once. I shrieked and giggled. A grin covered his handsome face and it was easier to see myself married to this man.

He tried to hold back by running his hands up and down my back, but I leaned down and kissed him hard, pushing him deeper inside. We both groaned at the new feeling. I put every ounce of frustration I felt at not being able to remember my life into the kiss. I wanted nothing more than to know every detail of what had happened between us.

“I wanted this to be soft and sweet, but that isn’t happening, baby,” he grunted out. His teeth teased my nipples as we moved.

“I don’t need sweet.”

Sweat beaded on his brow and I ran my fingers up through his hair, tugging on the ends. I wanted to beg, but I didn’t know what I would be begging for.

His large hands moved to my shoulders bringing me down tight against him as he thrust hard inside me. Our moans filled the room as he continued to relentlessly pound into me. Gone was the pretense of something soft; our passion had turned animalistic.

Hunter guided my mouth to his again, attempting to muffle my cries. I arched into him and the pressure on my clit sent me tumbling over the edge. His hands clamped down on my hips and held me still against him as he followed me with his release. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. He groaned into my mouth, causing me to clamp around him even harder.

Tears pricked at my eyes and I ducked my head before he could see, but I was too late. His beautiful emerald eyes met mine and he tipped my chin up so he could look at me.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, Megan; you’re crying.”

“I didn’t know it would be like this between us,” I whispered.

His hands cupped my face and he kissed my eyes, wiping away my tears. Then he kissed my forehead, and then finally my lips.

Without pulling out of me, he rolled us over so he was on top and made love to me again. This time it
was
soft and sweet. The urgency between us was gone. It was raw and amazing. I came with Hunt’s name on my lips and a scary feeling that I was in way over my head.

I walked into the kitchen the next morning and was surprised to see my mom up and cooking breakfast. A small smile curled at her lips as she worked.

Was she humming?

“Good morning, Momma.”

“Good morning, Megan. Eggs and pancakes for breakfast?”

“Sounds great. I can’t remember the last time I even saw you in the kitchen.”

“Your father didn’t like when I cooked,” she said frowning.

“Oh.”

I ducked my head and she crossed the kitchen. When she was in front of me, I finally looked up. “I’ve left him, Megan. I filed the divorce papers yesterday. Once I found out what he did to you girls, there was no turning back for me. He hid that facet of his personality and it makes me sick to think of the type of person he would be to sell his children to the highest bidder. I loved him, but he was different with me. I knew he was demanding with you girls, but I thought that was because he was so focused on his work, not anything sinister.”

I saw the loathing, but I also saw guilt she was trying to hide. Tears gathered in her eyes as I took her hand in mine. “Mom, you had no idea what was going on. I didn’t have any idea either until I heard that phone call.”

I was confused as the words came out of my mouth, but I vividly remembered the phone call between my father and someone on the other line. Flashes of the fight we’d had came to me as I stood there. Then I remembered the text I sent to Hunter.

“You remembered something, didn’t you?” she whispered.

“The phone call and texting Hunt. I couldn’t remember it before, but now I do.”

Her eyes welled up again, but she blinked the tears away before they could trail down her face. She moved to start serving the food; pain and tension were distinctly visible in her shoulders as she moved. I closed my eyes, horrified at the fact that I had caused this.

You’re going to hurt your mom more than anyone else if you don’t marry Michael. Do your fucking job as my daughter and marry him. I’ll divorce your mom and leave her with nothing if you don’t. It won’t bother me at all, but you’re going to be the one to destroy this family. Your mother will blame you and Cassie will never be able to forgive you if you don’t do this. You be at that church, or I’ll make your life a living hell.

My father’s words circled in my head and I grabbed onto the counter to keep from falling. Who was this horrible, manipulative man that had threatened his family? He’d always been detached and aloof, but he had never been outright cruel before.

“Megan, are you okay?” my mom asked frantically.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You almost fell.”

“She almost fell?”

Hunter appeared on my other side, concern coloring his voice. He scooped me up, carried me around the table, and sat me down in a chair. Normally I would protest, but I was too weak from the memory.

“What happened, baby?” He kneeled down in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders so I would focus on him.

“A memory came back. Have you gotten to Cassie yet?” He pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything. “You have to get her out of there. He said something. She’s in trouble, I know it. Hunt, you have to do something. You have to save her,” I said, panic rising in my throat. My voice was almost shrill by the time I finished.

“Megan, baby, calm down. Breathe. What are you talking about? What did who say? You need to tell me because it might help my guys.”

“Jack. All I remember is that he said Cassie wouldn’t be able to forgive me. When he said it I just thought he meant that she wouldn’t forgive me, but now I think she’s in danger. There was something with the wording of how she wouldn’t be able to forgive me.”

“Shit.” He pulled out his phone and texted someone, but never moved from in front of me. “Think hard, baby. Was there anything else?”

“No, nothing about Cassie. He said he would divorce mom, but since she’s left him that doesn’t really apply anymore. The asshole thought he was safe no matter what. He seriously thought he was invincible.”

“I’m going to bring your sister here safely, baby. You just have to trust me.”

“I do. I know you’ll do anything you can to help her.”

He wrapped me up in his strong arms. I felt better having him next to me, but all I could think of were my father’s threatening words. I dug my face into Hunter’s shoulder and tried hard not to cry. My mom placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, and I gripped her hand like a lifeline. The guilt I felt from causing this ate at me. If we couldn’t get Cassie out safely, I didn’t know what I would do.

Three days later, we still hadn’t heard anything about my sister. Mom and I were out of our minds with worry, and Hunter wouldn’t tell me anything. I knew that if he was keeping secrets it couldn’t be good. Even with all the worry and stress, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him; behind our closed bedroom doors, I was insatiable. I tried to think of it as a good stress release for my husband and not that I was a selfish bitch for having incredible sex while my sister was in danger.

When I started to drown in fear, I would go and find Hunter. I would either suck him off or demand that he fuck me in all sorts of different, kinky ways. The shy virgin was totally gone and my husband was beyond thrilled.

My need today was out of control. We’d already had sex two times in the morning before leaving our bedroom, but by mid-afternoon, I wanted him again. His office door was closed, but I knew he wouldn’t mind if I came in to attack him. Before I went into his office, I reached down and slipped my panties off, leaving me bare under my short dress.

I opened his office door quickly and closed it behind me as quietly as possible. He was on the phone, but he looked up at me with a smirk on his face, his knowing eyes on me as I crossed the room. Hunter was relaxed in his chair and easily accessible. The tines of his zipper seemed loud in the quiet room as I freed him from his dress slacks. He was already hard and I was almost boiling, I was so heated for him.

Surprise covered his face when I straddled his lap and placed him at my entrance instead of taking him into my mouth. His fingers brushed my clit, and I softly bit his neck to show my appreciation.

He muffled a groan as I started riding him slowly. I sucked and nipped his neck as he continued listening to whomever was on the phone. My back arched with the pleasure and the front of my dress gaped open. His eyes never left my breasts as I moved. One of his hands wrapped around my ponytail and gripped it tightly. The pleasure and pain stretched into one, making it even harder to focus on staying quiet.  

“I need to call you right back,” I vaguely heard him say.

The phone dropped onto the desk with a loud clatter. His lips sucked and nipped at my throat. Hunter picked me up and placed me on the edge of his desk, pushing my skirt up and out of his way. A desperate whimper left my throat as he pulled out of me and his husky chuckle filled the room. When he ran his tongue along my slit I was just fine with his decision.

“Do you need my cock, you naughty girl?”

I nodded and reached for him, but he moved away before I could grasp him. He slid his chair back, and I moaned as he licked me again. My body arched off the desk when he slid two fingers inside my core.

“Come for me, baby. You came in here because you needed it. Fuck my fingers, then I’ll let you ride my cock.”

His words pushed me over the edge. My head hit the desk as it fell back, and my mouth opened in a silent scream. Before my orgasm fully faded he slammed his length into me. I moaned as he rubbed at my clit, thrusting in and out, determined to make me come again. I grabbed his shoulders and tried not to break the skin on his back with my nails as his pace increased. When his mouth clamped down on my nipple through my bra, I started begging.

“Please, Hunt.”

“Come again, baby. Give me another one.”

“I’m so close.”

“Now, Megan. Come for me now.”

I pulled him down to me, and my lips caught his in a blistering kiss. His lips muffled the sounds of my orgasm as I came apart again. I convulsed around him and I heard his deep groan in my ear as he fought off his own orgasm.  

He stood up next to the desk and grabbed my legs, placing one on either side of his neck. He pinned me to the desk so when he moved his hips he just barely entered me. With slow, shallow thrusts, he brought me back to the edge again.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the desk. His fingers found my clit and pinched down. I cried out and he slammed his mouth down on mine to muffle my cries. He brought his body down over mine and climbed on top of the desk with me. Our ragged breathing filled the office and the sound of Hunter’s grunts made me tighten around him. I bit down on his shoulder through his shirt as I came, causing him throb inside me as he finally found his release.

I snuggled against his neck and he wrapped his arms around me as we caught our breath. My mind was calm for now, but it wouldn’t be long before the noise would take over again.

“You give the term ‘forced orgasm’ a new meaning.”

A cocky grin covered his face. “You’re going to fucking kill me, woman.”

“Are you really complaining that I’m using your cock like my own personal valium?”

“Hell, no baby. Use it any way you want. Can you maybe wait until I’m off the phone next time though?”

“That was part of the fun,” I said nipping at his earlobe.

“I’ve created a monster.” He chuckled and I felt lighter. We’d been fighting the darkness for too long.