by K. A Knight
“Oh, that is a good one,” Clay remarks, turning to tell the story as I slip out and across the cliff. I sit next to Jago, and he sighs, his head in his hands. He sits upright and looks at me, and I see frustration and sadness mixing in those once fiery eyes.
“I want to be him so badly,” he admits. “The man they see when they look at me.”
“All they want is for you to be happy. They care for you,” I assure him, nudging him with my shoulder. “No matter what, that’s all we want. They came with me into that mine to save you because you’re family. I can’t even imagine how hard it is, but when you are scared, when you don’t remember, or it’s too much, lean on us, ask us. That’s what family does.”
I lay my head on his shoulder. He rests his on mine, our hands tangling. He stares at them as he plays with my fingers. I stay silent, offering comfort.
“Old and new,” he whispers.
“A mix.” I nod.
“I can do that.”
I know he can. If anyone can recover from this, it’s Jago. Maybe I need to stop hoping for his memories to come back and just…be happy he’s here. I almost lost him, and even though it’s not my whole Jago sitting next to me, I have a piece of him, and that’s enough.
Just like my mother and father.
Archel is gone for several days, like he promised. I spend those days watching my mother’s tapes in bits and pieces. It’s too much to watch them in their entirety, and it depresses me and makes me cry, which none of my men like. During that time, Jago sits with Evan and Clay. They check him over and remind him of things he might have forgotten, filling him in on the world as he asks everything and anything. They are patient and kind, and it only makes me love them more.
I spend the rest of the time with him. Each day, I remember more and more why I fell in love with this man. Even without his memories, he’s still that person. He opens doors for me, laughs with me, encourages my silliness, and has a unique way of looking at everything. At night, we all sit on the cliff, and he holds my hand before I go to bed with my two other men, knowing he probably isn’t ready for that.
I fall more and more in love with them. He’s piecing his life back together, and after the first few days, he no longer gets annoyed with himself—well, not as much. He trusts us and allows us to help fill in the gaps. He learns he’s rubbish at cooking and almost burns the house down as we laugh. Jago discovers he likes to run and be outside. He’s learning who he is again, and me along with it.
He asks me everything and anything. Some of his inquiries are hard ones that hit home, but that’s my beast, after all, asking the deep questions and not letting me shy away. Each day, the space around us fills with more tension. Desire builds between us. Our bodies know each other better than anyone in this world, and it reminds me of when we used to have to try to fight it.
And how we exploded in passion.
It keeps me up at night. My thighs clench as the memories tumble through my head. I could take my frustration out on Clay or Evan, both would be willing, but it almost seems wrong. When I’m with them, I want it to be for them, not because I can’t have Jago. They know that and still love me, holding and kissing me, even though I can’t take it further right now. It’s not fair to them, Jago, or me.
I feel Jago’s eyes on me at all times, tracking me around the room like prey. His body knows what his mind doesn’t. He watches me hungrily, refusing to look away when I catch him. I find his eyes on my ass, legs, hips, breasts, and everything in between, making me shiver at the intensity of his gaze.
The wonder in it, the question I can’t answer, not yet.
Like now, he’s watching me spar with Evan. I need to keep up my own training, after all. He watches me so intensely, not just analysing my moves and shouting pointers, which feels like old times, but raking his eyes across me. I’m so filled with lust, I feel like I might explode.
I turn away, trying to focus on Evan as he moves towards me, but my entire focus is on Jago. It’s why I don’t see his punch until it’s too late. Usually, I would move, since he’s not exactly fast and I’m definitely the better fighter.
Stupid horny pussy and hormones distracting me with thoughts of cocks and orgasms.
It slams into the side of my face, knocking me to my ass in shock. I just gape up at him, my mouth open as he freezes. He stares down at me, his fist still poised mid-air, before blinking slowly and letting out an adorable squeal. He drops to his knees, his hands hovering over my face. I hear Clay and Jago rushing over.
“Are you okay?”
“Pascha?”
“Piper?”
But I just laugh, I can’t help it. It’s that hysterical kind of laughter built up over days of stress, desire, and pain. It flows out of me, high and loud, as I lie on the ground with an aching face. I see their worry, the exchange of looks.
“Do you think the lack of dick is getting to her?” Clay asks seriously. “Is that a thing? Does she need orgasms to be made sane again?”
“She’s never been sane,” Evan murmurs.
“Yes, orgasms fix all.” I giggle. “I’m in cock hysteria,” I joke and laugh harder as Clay’s eyes widen, seriously worried as he scoops me up.
“Fuck, okay, Pascha, let’s get you the dick.”
I laugh even harder, and Evan and Jago are laughing now. Clay’s actual worry is hilarious, the poor guy. He seems almost frantic as he holds me in his arms and stares at the others.
“What? Do you guys have it too? I’m not fucking you—”
I snort, I’m laughing so hard, and Evan tumbles onto his back, tears rolling down his face, while Jago laughs so hard, he can’t even speak. I guess we all needed this. It’s probably not even that funny, but I think we all needed an outlet, and this is it. It’s that type of laugh you can’t stop, and when anyone tries to, we make eye contact and it sets us off all over again.
“What is happening?” Clay mutters. “I saw poisoning once when we went into an abandoned building. Is it that?” he asks himself, making me laugh harder like a seal. When he starts to yell for Abel, I manage to control myself and touch his chest.
“I’m okay,” I wheeze. “Just needed to laugh.”
“Are you sure? You don’t need my dick to be okay?”
I roll my lip inwards to stop the chuckles from escaping. “Always, but I promise I’m fine, really.”
“Okay, then it’s time to eat, and Evan can look at your face.”
“Wait.” Evan gets to his feet. “She needs a free shot, payback.”
“Evvie,” I protest, but he insists. “We aren’t kids anymore—”
“It still counts, Pip. Free shot.” Clay puts me down, and before Evan can speak, I punch him in the face. He stumbles back with a groan. “Good one,” he rasps in pain as I laugh and lean in, kissing it better.
“Now we match. Come on, I’m hungry.”
“When aren’t you? I swear, I don’t know where you hide the food,” he mutters as I drag him after me.
Abel joins us for dinner and provides Evan and me with a homemade salve to lessen the bruising on our faces, which I thank him for.
After dinner, we spend the evening relaxing, just being together. Clay helps gather some firewood, and I assist Abel in the garden outside. Evan watches him make some healing supplies, learning from him, while Jago watches everyone.
It’s nice, homey, and feels right…if only my shadow were here.
That night, I’m about to head into my room with Clay and Evan when I see Jago’s open door. I hesitate before moving towards it and peeking inside. He’s staring out of the window. “Are you okay?” I ask softly, stepping in and closing the door. He shivers at my voice and turns slightly.
“I can’t sleep for some reason. It feels too empty.”
I grin. “You are used to fighting with the others to sleep at my side.”
“Probably,” he murmurs, watching me. In the dark room, the moonlight illuminates half of his face, and he looks dangerous, so dangerous and se
xy. His soft hair falls around his shoulders in waves, and those fiery eyes light up a little, his lips curving in a smile. His muscles are on display in the tank and jeans he’s in, and his feet are bare. He’s still my beast and so fucking beautiful, it hurts. My body flushes, and my breathing picks up from the electricity filling the dim space. The need to speak, to move, fills me, even as I remain speechless. I’m lost in him, wishing I was in his arms. Desire surges through me so hard, I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop from tackling him. His eyes drop to my body and slowly drag across my curves before he meets my gaze again, and in them, I see pure fucking desire.
I explode.
I step forward, and the tension breaks like I thought it would. He rushes across the room, and I do the same, colliding in the middle. His hands cup my ass and lift me like old times. I slide my fingers into his hair, careful of his wound, and hold on as our lips meet in a flurry of hard, quick kisses. A groan escapes my throat, and Jago growls, the sound vibrating his body as he pulls me closer. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness pressed against me, and he sweeps his tongue between my lips, deepening the kiss.
He might not remember how perfectly we come together, where to touch, or how to kiss and touch me, but his body does. I’m wild for him.
We fall backwards. My back hits the bed, and the breath is knocked out of me, which he swallows before pulling away. Both of us are panting, our bodies locked together as I arch my chest, rubbing against his solid one. His hips thrust slightly as he shivers.
“This feels so right,” he whispers as he kisses me again. “Like every moment I’m not kissing you is wrong. Like I should be here at all times, with you in my arms and your lips on mine. As if every moment I’m apart from you is a fucking tragedy. Like I was made to kiss you, fuck you, love you.”
His words nearly make me come apart as I chase his moving lips, desperate for his touch.
“You were,” I whisper, and he groans.
“I don’t remember being with you, but you remember.”
“Then it will be the first time all over again, and I can show you my mad moves and make you lose control like I did then.” I grin as he chuckles.
“Mad moves? Bring it,” he teases, nipping my lip and making me rub against him harder. “Show me what I’m forgetting.”
“With pleasure.” I grin and then grab him, flipping us. He lands on his back with an oomph as I straddle his waist. Usually, he would be in control, he would be pinning me down with his hand on my throat and his cock pummelling into me, but this is new Jago, and he’s unsure, like he’s a virgin again. For some reason, I find that really fucking hot. My pussy drips as I imagine showing him everything for the first time all over again.
It’s going to be fast. It’s been too long since we’ve been together, but I will cherish every brush of his fingers, every sharp inhale, and the look in those muted eyes as he stares up at me, so trusting and ready.
I wind my hips, grinding against his cock, and he moans. Leaning forward, I place my hands on his chest as I roll my hips. “I want you too much. I’ve been craving you for days. Next time, I’ll show you my mouth, my ass, and everything else, but for now, I need to feel you inside of me.”
“You better. I feel like I’m about to fucking burst,” he growls out, grabbing my hips to still my movements as I chuckle. Apparently, there’s still some of my dominant man in there, and I can’t wait to bring him out by playing the brat and making him control me.
Sliding down his legs, I stand at the edge of the bed and slowly undress. He watches me the entire time, unblinking, like he’s seeing me for the first time…which I guess he is. I turn around and bend over to pull my jeans down, and I hear him scrambling across the bed before I’m tossed onto it. The rest of my clothes are ripped away, and he explores me with his hands as his lips meet mine again.
I moan into our kiss as he grabs my thigh and hikes it over his, pressing his hard body against mine as I shiver and arch. “Too many clothes,” I mutter against his lips, and he rears his head back before looking down as if remembering his clothes, and with a snarl, he quickly stands and sheds them. Seeing him naked steals my breath, just as it does every time I see his bare body. His muscles shine in the moonlight, and he’s so fucking ripped and strong, I get to my knees and reach for him. I need him against me, inside of me, tasting me.
Fucking me.
He tackles me to the bed, making me laugh before he makes me moan again. His lips wrap confidently around my nipple. I thought he would be hesitant, but it seems like he still knows how to make me scream, especially when his hand drags down my stomach to my pussy, cupping it. Then, though, he does hesitate slightly, and I decide to take over again.
“Let me,” I murmur as he raises his head. I roll us again so he’s beneath me. Hovering above him, I trace my hands down his body, feeling him tremble beneath me as I circle his huge cock and stroke the hard length. He groans, his abs clenching and hips lifting.
“The first time I saw you, you stole my breath,” I tell him as I slide my hand across his length before poising above him. He watches me, his eyes wide and lips parted. “The first time you kissed me, I knew I was yours.” I lean down and kiss him then, and when I pull away, I press the head of his cock to my pussy. “The first time you fucked me, I vowed I would do anything to be yours forever.” Holding him still as he trembles, I work my way down his cock, gasping. I’m wet as hell from all the teasing and tension, but he’s big, stretching me as I shiver. Clenching around him, I lift slightly to drop again, burying another inch of him inside of me each time until there is no more. “When you told me you loved me,” I continue breathlessly, “my heart knew that there was nowhere else in this world I would rather be than at your side, no matter what.”
I start to move, and I can’t speak anymore, not with the way his thick cock feels inside of me as I roll and swivel my hips. He hits that spot that has me moaning, and I dig my nails into his pecs. I wind, roll, lift, and drop, starting out slow, but soon his hands drift down to urge me on. His grunts fill the air as he clenches his teeth.
“Like that,” I rasp as he thrusts up to meet me. He starts off slowly, watching my movements to time his. The slow roll and thrust has me gasping and dripping down his cock.
His nervous strokes disappear, changing into a pounding rhythm, as he catches on.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter, digging my nails in as he fucks me from below.
His neck is corded as he throws his head back, clutching my ass cheeks, helping me ride his huge cock as he writhes beneath me. The power is heady as I lift my hands and cup my swaying breasts, feeling so strong and confident.
“I-I’m almost there,” I cry out, gripping my breasts harder as he lifts and drops me faster. We race to reach our orgasms, and when he lets go of one of my ass cheeks and pinches my clit, I fall into it with a scream. I shudder above him as my pussy milks his cock. The pleasure flows through me so strongly, my vision goes black. Days of going without it has only made it that much stronger as I ride through the pleasure, then he stills beneath me, yelling as I feel him fill me with his release.
When I can finally open my eyes, it’s to see him with his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his mouth slack in pleasure. His muscles glisten with sweat, and his cock still fills me as I continue to pulse around him.
Fuck, I love this man.
Flopping across his chest, I just pant, trying to calm my breathing. I feel our releases dripping from me, and his heart races in time with mine as his arms wrap around me.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers with worship in his tone. “Yeah, we are doing that again.” I can’t help but laugh as I sit up slightly, purposely squeezing my pussy around his cock. His eyes narrow, and he grasps my waist hard.
“Piper,” he warns as I roll my hips, feeling his cock starting to harden within me again. I tease him, sliding my hands up my stomach and across my throat to my mouth, pressing my thumb there.
“Want to fuck here n
ext?” I purr. “You love that, love slamming down my throat.”
His breath hitches, and his eyes darken with hunger as I keep up that constant roll, but when he goes to meet me, I stop with a giggle. He snarls and grabs me tighter, and suddenly, I’m flipped. My face smashes into the bed, and my hips are dragged into the air before his hand comes down on my ass.
“Fuck yes,” I mutter, pushing back. “I’m yours. Do whatever the hell you want to me.”
“Oh, I plan to. Especially for that little show…”
“Brat,” I supply as his fingers drag down my ass to my pussy. “That’s the word you are looking for.”
“Brat,” he repeats and then chuckles. “I like that. Well then, brat…” His hand comes down on my ass again. “Let’s see if I can make you scream again.”
He does, over and over, until I can’t even open my eyes.
Well, sex didn’t magically heal Jago. It put him in a good mood, though, and he’s actually whistling, but it didn’t bring back his memories. It did help lessen the desire between us—not all the way, however, because all it takes is a look from him and I’m wet and ready to climb him like a tree—but it’s not so bad where I can’t function.
“Lucky bastard,” Evan mutters as he watches Jago flit around the kitchen, helping with breakfast.
“At least she won’t be dick insane.” Clay shrugs unashamedly as my face flames.
We eat breakfast together, and after, I decide to go and watch more of my tapes while Clay and Evan help Jago. I make sure he is okay first, but he’s laughing and joking with them, fitting in well. He seems…happier today.
Pussy power for the win.
I’ve just settled down in front of the TV when someone clears their throat. Abel stands on the threshold, glancing from the TV to me. “I wanted to make sure you were okay with the tapes and, er—”
“You can stay and watch if you like,” I offer softly.
He winces but smiles. “That transparent, am I?” I nod, and he laughs, stepping in. “Thank you. You don’t have to let me stay, it’s…it’s just been so long since I’ve seen her face. I didn’t want to watch the few tapes I knew about too much and ruin the order of them, and the others… Well, I thought they were private.”