Forgetting You

by Casey, L. A.

  “Want me to make it up to you?”

  “With what?” he joked. “Phone sex?”

  “You read my mind . . . You know I’m in bed, alone, right?”

  Elliot groaned so loud I could hear him through his front door, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

  “Sasanach,” he growled. “What’re ye wearin’?”

  “Tiny red shorts . . . maybe I’m topless.”

  I think Elliot whimpered. “I can imagine ye—”

  I picked that moment to press his doorbell. Part of me wanted to draw out getting Elliot hot and bothered, and part of me just wanted to be next to him, touching him. Teasing him meant teasing myself.

  “Fuck. One sec, gorgeous,” Elliot grunted. “I think that’s me pizza at the door.” The door swung opened seconds later, and before Elliot even looked my way he said, “Ye have shitty timin’, right when me missus was—”

  “One large meat feast, sir?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  NOAH

  Elliot stared at me, shirtless with his phone held to his ear by his shoulder, cash in his hand. His lips were parted, but no words came out.

  “Can you take the box?” I laughed as I hung up and pocketed my phone. “My leg is stronger now but standing on it for too long makes me tired.”

  Elliot seemed to snap back into reality, grabbed the box from my hand and then guided me into his flat. I grabbed my crutches but didn’t use them to walk – I just took my time as I went into the sitting room and glanced around.

  “You painted,” I said, smiling. “I like it – grey is very modern.”

  I looked over my shoulder when Elliot didn’t reply; he was still standing in the hall staring at me. I snorted and shook my head.

  “Close the door, go put your pizza on a plate, then come in here and join me.”

  I placed my crutches against the wall and then walked over to the sofa to sit down. I sighed as I lifted my leg and rested it on a beautiful coffee table that was new to me. There were also new cabinets in both corners of the room, and the television on the wall was new – and bigger too. The sofa was still the same, which didn’t surprise me; it had cost us a good chunk of money and still looked to be in great condition.

  “Elliot,” I called. “Can you get me a glass of water, please.”

  He didn’t reply, but instead of shouting again, I prepared to get up and get it myself. But then he suddenly appeared holding a glass in one hand and a plate stacked with pizza in the other. I smiled at him.

  “Thanks, hon.” I took the glass and drained half of it. “I feel better now.”

  Elliot sat down, put the plate on the coffee table, then turned and stared at me. He was freaking me out with his strange behaviour, and just as I was about to call him out on it, he leaned over and crushed his mouth again mine. Instantly, I put my arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth. I squealed against his lips when he tugged me against him. It resulted in me half-straddling him, which made him laugh.

  “My boot will have to come off otherwise—”

  There was a sudden rip of one of the straps as Elliot made quick work of removing my boot and letting it fall to the ground, and then he sat back on the sofa and eased me into a sitting position on top of him. It didn’t hurt my leg, but I knew if I stayed that way for long it’d go numb and later it would hurt.

  “Are you surprised to see me?” I whispered against Elliot’s mouth. “You seem surprised.”

  “I am.” He flicked his tongue against my lips. “I’m so happy you’re here, but Noah, ye can’t stay.”

  “I am staying,” I said firmly. “I’m not leaving you again. I told you this.”

  “Sweetheart.” He lifted his hands to my cheeks. “I know ye aren’t goin’ anywhere. I know.”

  “Then let me stay,” I almost pleaded. “I was at Mum and Dad’s and my heart hurt for you, Elliot. I don’t want to be apart from you when I don’t have to be. Please, I’ll beg you if I have to. Don’t send me away. Please.”

  He kissed me deeply before he responded.

  “I want ye next to me, always,” he said, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. “But, Noah, you’re askin’ a lot from me. I’m gonna be blunt, I wanna fuck ye into next week. Makin’ love to ye is all I can think about lately. You bein’ here will tempt me beyond measure, green eyes.”

  “I want that too.” I rolled my pelvis against him, drawing a groan from his lips. “You know I want that.”

  “I’m tryin’ to be a decent man by waitin’ until ye at least file for divorce.”

  I didn’t want him to think about Anderson; the man had no place in my life any more. It wasn’t fair on him, but I’d chosen Elliot and that decision wasn’t changing.

  “Consider me and Anderson separated, because we have been since my accident. I. Do. Not. Know. Him. I am never going to be with him, only you. You’re denying yourself the chance of having me right now by being so damn sweet. Would he do the same for you?”

  “No” – the answer was a growl – “he wouldn’t.”

  I gasped when Elliot suddenly stood up. My arms and legs wrapped around him. Before I had a chance to speak, he was walking out of the room and down the hallway and into the bedroom. My back hit the mattress before I could blink.

  “Elliot!” I gasped. “I’m too heavy for that!”

  “And yet I carried your sexy arse in here,” he said, looming over me. “How much weight have ye lost in the last four weeks?”

  “A stone and a half.” I swallowed. “I’m a size fourteen now.”

  “Keep this arse fat for me,” he practically snarled. “Please.”

  He gripped the waistband of my leggings, and my knickers, and slowly slid them down until he could toss them over his shoulder. I worked on removing my jumper and T-shirt, but I got myself tangled up, and when I laughed, Elliot laughed too.

  “See what happens when you’re too eager and don’t take your time?”

  His cool fingertips brushed over my bare thigh, making me gasp.

  “Boy, if you don’t get these clothes off of me and love me in five seconds flat, I’m gonna bite you!”

  He removed the rest of my clothing with a few tugs and a flick of his wrist.

  “That took me three seconds.” He grinned. “Still bite me though.”

  “And you say I’m sinful.”

  His eyes lowered to my body and he swallowed.

  “Beautiful,” he said, slowly raising his eyes back to mine. “Every inch of ye is beautiful.”

  I loved how his eyes roamed over me. It made me feel beautiful in a body that a few weeks ago had felt like it belonged to a stranger. As the days passed, I’d come to respect my new body and love it, because though it was different from what I remembered, it was strong. It had got me through my accident.

  “Prove it.” I leaned back. “Love me.”

  “I do love ye,” he said, removing his clothes, liking my eyes on him as he stripped for me. “I need to take me time with ye, Noah. It’s been so long since I’ve had ye . . . I want it to go slow but me body is screaming for me to go fast. You’re too perfect for me to hold back.”

  “Sweet-talker,” I hummed. “Come here and I’ll take the edge off for you.”

  He moved to stand in front of me, and I sat up on the side of the bed, facing him. I clasped my hand around his throbbing length, giving it a gentle squeeze, and Elliot’s legs seemed to buckle at the contact. He cursed, tilted his head back and groaned low in his throat before he lowered his gaze back to me. His breathing was laboured, and I had barely touched him yet. I looked up at him as I opened my mouth and placed my tongue against the head of his cock, closing my lips around him then gently suckling. Pre-cum leaked into my mouth. His eyes almost instantly rolled back and his lids shut.

  “Christ,” he rasped, a hand blindly finding its way to my hair, fingers grasping the strands tightly. “Sasanach . . . I missed this mouth so fuckin’ much.”

  I wanted to tease him, to have
a little fun, but that could happen later . . . right now I needed to please my man.

  My response was to close my mouth around the head fully and suck. Not too hard, just a gentle bit of suction to get his heart pumping. Elliot moaned out loud, and his reaction sent shivers racing up and down my spine. I removed my lips from the head and kissed the base, then licked it from root to tip. When Elliot hissed God’s name, I took the head of his cock back into my mouth and sucked again. He whimpered. I tentatively began to bob my head, testing how much of him I could take in my mouth.

  I had done this so many times to him before, but I could tell my body was out of practice. The sounds my mouth made while I sucked and licked seemed to add fuel to the fire in turning Elliot on. The sounds he made and how hard his cock was in my mouth caused a pulse to throb between my thighs. He opened his eyes a few times to look down at me, so he could watch my mouth sucking him, but when he found my eyes were locked solely on his, his eyes rolled back in his head again and he bit down on his lip as if he were in pain. He knew how much I loved sucking him, and his reaction always made me hot.

  I loved it.

  I loved that I made him feel so good and that he reacted in such a way. Elliot was usually calm, collected and the one in charge, but when I had my hands and mouth on him, he was at my mercy and he knew it. He liked it. When I reached up with my free hand and cupped his balls, his entire body jolted. The hands in my hair tightened their hold and his hips began to buck back and forth. I kept my touch light and where I knew he liked it, and if his vocals were anything to go by, I’d hit the mark.

  I hummed around him, letting him know just how much I was enjoying myself, and the vibrations from my throat were too much for him to handle.

  “Noah.” His lips were parted. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

  I smiled around him and the sight seemed to be enough for him, because his hips jerked suddenly and I felt hot spurts of saltiness coat my tongue. Elliot’s groan was low, like it was almost stuck in his throat. I milked him dry and swallowed every drop. He always loved that part, when I swallowed and showed him that I liked it.

  “Sasanach.” He was breathing heavily, his eyes were still closed and his hands were still in my hair as I let him slide out of my mouth. “I’ve been waiting years to feel that again.”

  I tilted my head. “You never let another woman—”

  “No.” He cut me off. “I never gave, or received, head. I never kissed anyone either.”

  I was surprised to hear this, but my heart thrummed with delight. I was glad that those things had been saved just for me.

  “Let me take back something else that belongs to me too.” I reached for him. “Play with me.”

  He pushed me back on to the bed.

  “I wanna kiss ye.”

  My body tensed. Elliot’s “kiss” during sex meant an entirely different thing, and when I grinned, he lowered his head to my stomach and kissed it.

  “My FUPA.”

  “Shut up,” I laughed, slapping his shoulder. “It’s nowhere near big enough to be called that any more, you fuck – Elliot!”

  He chuckled as he slid his hot tongue up through my wet folds, and my body bucked. He found my clit immediately and placed a kiss on it before he sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue back and forth. His hands drifted over my body, squeezing my flesh here and there. My eyes crossed when he tongued me to the point that I could hardly draw in a breath. When he suddenly moved down to my labia and sucked on my lips before dipping his tongue inside me, my body twitched.

  “Elliot!”

  He moved upwards, back up to where I needed him most. As soon as his warm tongue returned to lapping at my swollen bundle of nerves with zest, my legs began to shake.

  “My . . . God!”

  Elliot made a sound in the back of his throat as he hooked his arms around my thighs and pressed his hands at the base of my stomach. He always did this when my body began to move of its own accord so he could keep me in place. He inhaled a deep breath, then curled his tongue around my clit slowly. It felt so good that it almost hurt. I reached down and tangled my hand in his hair as jumbled words left my mouth at a fast pace.

  My body was like a live wire as I twitched and bucked with every swipe of Elliot’s tongue. My flesh was flushed with desire, and my skin burned with need. I was drunk on his touch, and I wanted, needed, more.

  “Right there,” I gasped. “Yes, Elliot. Fuck!”

  His hands flexed against my stomach in response.

  Jolts of pleasure became more constant, and with an abundance of attention focused on my clit, an orgasm began to build. I couldn’t focus on anything but Elliot’s touch, and I quickly lost myself to it. My body felt like it was on fire, and my thighs were quivering. The second he scraped his teeth over me, my body began to convulse.

  “El-Elliot!” I stammered. “Don’t st-stop.”

  I screamed, then drew in a sharp breath and held it for a moment.

  Time, and life itself, fell to the back of my mind, and I became pure sensation. My breath came out in rough pants, and my heart beat uncontrollably as I felt something sharp almost like pain before an inexplicable wave of bliss touched my every nerve ending. It spread out from my clit, and it felt heavenly.

  I hissed as jolts of what felt like electricity shot up and down my legs. For a moment, my eyes rolled back, my spine arched and my lips parted as I let out a scream of raw pleasure. My lungs burned for air, so I inhaled greedily. I bucked against Elliot’s face as he continued to lap and suck on my now-oversensitive clit. I turned my body, forcing him away as I continued to twitch in the aftermath of my orgasm.

  “I can’t move,” I panted. “Oh my God.”

  Elliot chuckled and tugged me up the bed, then covered us with a blanket. I was embarrassed because I was tired, and Elliot knew it.

  “I need to join a gym,” I told him. “My stamina is awful.”

  He kissed my shoulder and settled in behind me.

  “Sleep,” he told me with a chuckle. “Ye’ll need your strength for when we wake up, because I intend to love ye good and proper.”

  “You already do love me good and proper,” I hummed. “Elliot, I’m so happy with you. I truly am.”

  “Me too, Noah.” He kissed the back of my head. “My person.”

  I snuggled back into him, closed my eyes and sighed in delight. This was where I was meant to be, cocooned in Elliot’s arms. This was my space with my person, and it always would be.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  ELLIOT

  “How many times?” AJ continued to ask. “Two whole days is a long time to be holed up with a woman, so don’t be acting dumber than usual. How. Many. Times?”

  I put down the weights in my hands, wiped the sweat from my forehead and looked at my oldest friend, momentarily wondering why I didn’t punch him in the face more often.

  “If I give ye a number,” I said, blinking, “will ye shut up?”

  “Yes. Once it’s an honest number.”

  “Nine,” I answered. “And a half.”

  “And a half?” Pretty shouted from the treadmill. “Did he say nine and a half?”

  “He sure did, Pretty.” Texas grinned from the bench press. “What does the ‘and a half’ mean? Is it a language barrier? Because I feel like it is.”

  “Come on, lads,” Tank snorted as he spotted for Texas. “‘And a half’ means oral without sex to follow it up . . . right?”

  I winked. “Right ye are, big man.”

  Tank grinned and focused on the task at hand . . . making sure Texas didn’t get choked if he couldn’t lift the barbell.

  “I haven’t gone nine rounds in two days since . . . no, since never.” Pretty shook his head as he ran. “I was never with the same girl long enough, until I met Louise and married her. Even then, I think the most was on my honeymoon. Four times in the one day, and she walked funny for most of the trip. I’m still proud of that, three years later.”

  I grinned. “Ye should
be proud, you’re an old man now.”

  “I’m thirty-seven.” He flipped me off. “Watch your mouth.”

  “I’m thirty-six,” Tank chimed in. “I don’t feel old.”

  He didn’t look it, and neither did Pretty – or Stitch, who was the same age. Pretty still looked in his mid-twenties, for God’s sake. I looked my age, and Texas looked his. AJ too.

  “All I can say is if I was still at home with her, that number would be much higher.” I placed my hands on my hips. “She’s like Viagra to me. I look at her and boom, instant wood.”

  I had spent two full days of sex-induced bliss with Noah. I had intended to spend the entirety of my four days off with her, but Frenchie, a co-worker, shot me a text at six this morning and asked if I could cover his watch at nine, because his twins had been up puking all night and so had his wife. He needed to take care of them. I’d wanted to say no – I desperately wanted him to text someone else – but when Noah rolled over and saw the text, she encouraged me to help him, so I swapped a watch with him for later in the week and here I was.

  God, but I missed my woman. And she was my woman again.

  Not Anderson’s, mine.

  “I feel like I’m eighteen all over again.” I pounded my fist against my chest. “I was showin’ no signs of slowin’ down, and bless her, she was tryin’ her hardest to keep up with me. The last round I could have sworn she rolled her eyes when me hands went to her arse.”

  “Maybe that’s why she told you to cover Frenchie’s watch,” Texas shouted with laughter. “To get a break from you and your cock for a few hours.”

  I tipped my head back and guffawed, and so did everyone else.

  “She knows what to expect when I get home tonight, so she’d better enjoy the next few hours of peace.”

  My friends shouted their encouragement as AJ and I left the gym so we could shower. I finished before him, dressed and headed into the kitchen. He followed not long after, complaining about being hungry.

  “There’s pasta or somethin’ in the fridge,” I said, eating the portion I’d scooped out for myself. “I think Stitch’s wife made it, it’s fuckin’ amazin’.”