Forget Me Not

by Tyler, Q. B.

  Who is it? she mouths.

  I’m sorry, I mouth back and she pushes me slightly out of the way and stands up on her tiptoes to look out of the peephole. She lands back, flat footed and glares at me before looking down at herself. She looks at me, who’s bare chested in only a pair of briefs and I notice her eyes rove over my tattoos, my six pack, and the muscles in my arms. She bites her lip before running her tongue over it. I grip her jaw in response and she looks up at me guiltily having just been caught ogling me. I push her quietly against the door, putting my finger to my lips to warn her to stay quiet. I raise the shirt she’s wearing, and stick my hand between her legs, running my fingers between her folds. She watches in fascination as I dip two fingers inside her collecting her juices that have formed from sucking my cock, rubbing my finger over her clit causing her to whimper. I pull my fingers from her cunt and press them to my lips, running my tongue over them and tasting her arousal. When I remove them from my mouth, I tap her bottom lip and push my fingers in her mouth. She sucks, moving her lips up and down my index finger and middle finger like it were my cock and I wink.

  “Now,” I whisper low in her ear. “I want you to answer the door, in nothing but my shirt, with the taste of my cock and your cunt on your tongue and deal with her.” I press a kiss to the space behind her ear and take a step back meeting her wide eyes. “I am yours, Olivia Clarke.” I back away from her before turning towards my room, I call over my shoulder. “Make sure she’s clear on that this time.”

  I follow Bennett with my eyes as he leaves the room, my eyes trained on his perfectly sculpted ass and muscular back. The veins on his legs protrude with every step and his arms flex sexily as if he’s doing it on purpose. I’m completely turned on by the minor assault on my sex and my heart and mind are completely fucked by his words. He wants me to handle Amanda?

  I let out a breath, trying to calm myself down and mentally prepare myself for dealing with his mistress.

  Ex-mistress.

  I press my hand to the lock, turning it shakily before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

  Blue eyes widen the second she sees me and I watch with satisfaction as she runs her gaze up the length of my bare legs. I cross my hands in front of my chest and lean against the door jamb. “Is there a reason you’re here?” I’m not confrontational. Far from it, and I’d encountered it very few times in my life. I’m well liked and I’m patient and mild-tempered. Until it comes to this woman.

  I hate her even though I know she didn’t cheat on me. I know that Bennett is more to blame and I don’t want to be that wife that blames the other woman, but I hate her. I can’t help it. She makes me crazy. Maybe a part of it is pure jealousy. She’s perfect and gorgeous and blonde and probably could give him a baby that Bennett’s mother would love.

  She scoffs and narrows her cold hard gaze as she flicks a hair over her shoulder. “I would like to speak with Bennett, my boyfriend.”

  I raise an eyebrow at her. “My husband is unavailable; can I take a message? And…furthermore, how did you even know we were here? He’s been staying at our apartment with me.” I give her my most saccharine smile and scrunch my nose slightly.

  “It’s not your business.”

  My heart rate spikes, as my adrenaline rushes and I feel my patience withering. “Oh, but it is because I’m his wife, and you’re not.”

  I can sense her irritation as she presses her hands to her hips. “He’s going to remember. He’s going to remember me.”

  “And then what? You think he’s going to leave me? Oh, you’re right because when he remembers, he’ll just be reminded that he’s spent six months trying to get me back. And you were just…there. You were a mistake, Amanda. A bump in the road. And while the problem in our marriage that this bump has caused may never completely go away,” I take a step forward, “You will.”

  Surprisingly, she doesn’t take a step back. Instead, her eyes narrow and her jaw clenches before she unleashes the jealous statement I should have been better prepared to hear. “He doesn’t love you,” she grits out, and I’ll admit it stings. It’s a pain in my chest that I wasn’t expecting. I know she’s goading me, but I also know that she had gotten to know Bennett a bit better than I did the past six months.

  Had he fallen out of love with me?

  No.

  He was begging to reconcile and for me to give him another chance even before the accident.

  Call her bluff, Liv.

  “You don’t even believe that.” I shake my head and prepare to unleash my feelings on this woman who thought she had a chance with my husband. “This is so sad. Let me guess, how your so-called relationship with Bennett went. You met him at a bar while he was drunk and alone and upset. You had a couple drinks, you professed to know exactly what he was going through. You were a shoulder to cry on. ‘I get you, Bennett, she doesn’t appreciate you.’ And while that’s not your business, I’ll give you that. Because I didn’t appreciate him and that’s on me. So, while completely hammered on one too many tequila shots. Did you guys have tequila? He blacks out really easily on that.” She huffs and I put my hand up. “I digress. You guys hit it off or whatever, you go home and I’m sure he regales you of stories about me, good or bad,” I shrug, “but all the while, you’re the good friend, that’s listening and understanding and blah blah blah.” I roll my eyes. “And then you make your move—”

  “He kissed me.” And the smirk on her face, tells me that not only is she satisfied with the dig, but that it’s probably true.

  I pause and my pulse quickens in response to the fury building. “Fine. He kissed you. I’m not denying that you fucked my husband. I’m denying that he felt anything more for you than a place to put his dick and someone to stroke his ego. Move on, Amanda, because this is embarrassing. If Bennett wanted you, he’d be with you,” I snap, much harsher than I’ve ever spoken to anyone. She looks like she’s about to say something in response so I cut her off. “We don’t have children and I was more than fair in our divorce settlement, it would be easy for us to proceed with our separation and you two could ride off into the sunset.” I lean back against the frame and shrug my shoulders. “He doesn’t want to…and neither do I.” I pause. “Now, it would behoove you to stay away from my man and to not ever show your face here again.”

  She huffs, and I can see the tears forming before she swallows them down. For a brief, and I do mean brief second, I feel bad. I feel bad for the woman who may have been made drunken promises or maybe even sober ones. I know Bennett loves me, but I’d walked away, and maybe he would have kept her around had this accident not happened.

  My mind goes to the letter in the safe, the letter he’d written while he was supposedly dating Amanda. To the wedding ring he was wearing around his neck and the shrine to me he still has on his desk. He was never going to want more with her, even if he never got me back. Their relationship had an expiration date one way or the other, and that had nothing to do with me.

  “It wasn’t just sex, Olivia. Would he introduce me to Caroline otherwise?”

  I did forget about that little anecdote. Why were her and Caroline so fucking friendly? Caroline didn’t like any fucking one except Bennett.

  Add that to another question I’ll probably never have answered.

  “You know I’m right.” She takes my silence as defeat, and I am quick to tell her differently.

  “No.”

  “We do yogalates together. She loves me. We have lunch. She says I’m good for Bennett.”

  It burns, hearing that she’s received the approval from my mother-in-law I’ve spent years yearning for. “I’ve never been able to understand Caroline’s issue with me, but trust me her liking you is just another way for her to stick it to me. You could be literally anyone.”

  She frowns and I know she’s getting frustrated that she’s been unable to rile me up. “He’s going to do this to you again,” she whispers as she shakes her head. “You’re stupid to take him back. He’ll come ru
nning back to me once he remembers how bored he was with you,” she bites.

  Her words, which sound an awful lot like my subconscious, slither up my spine and burrow into my brain and I wish I could wipe the smug look off her face in the same way I destroyed her car.

  Don’t let her see you crack.

  “I highly doubt that. Because no one can fuck that man like I can,” I tell her before I back out of the doorway and close the door in her face without another word.

  I lean against the door, my body succumbing to the exhaustion of this conversation as I sink to the floor. Hands wrap around my wrist, holding me upright and then I’m in his arms. I note that he’s put on sweatpants and I press my face into his bare chest as the tears I’ve been holding back start to slide down my face. I open my eyes and the first thing I see is the tattoo with our wedding anniversary and it makes me cry even harder.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry,” he tells me as he sits on the couch with me in his lap. “She’s wrong,” he whispers into my hair as he rocks me gently. “I’ll never do this to you again. I won’t take this second chance for granted. Never.” He grips my chin and we lock eyes, though I can barely see him through my tears. I do my best to blink them away, but it only causes a fresh batch of them to form. “I love you. I’ve always loved you, Olivia.”

  I sniffle and wipe my eyes. “You don’t know how you felt the past six months. Maybe you did love her…”

  “No. Absolutely not,” he says immediately.

  “You can’t say that for sure…” I trail off and he swallows hard before looking away from me.

  “I know but…I can’t imagine loving anyone other than you.” His eyes are so honest, and I feel like he’s been stripped and laid bare for me to see everything. Bennett has always been honest with me and I know he truly believes that I’m the only woman he’s ever loved.

  “I just…I wish I knew more about your relationship with her. Was it more?” I look up at him knowing he can’t answer that question.

  He wraps his arms around me and pulls me under his chin allowing his stubble to graze my forehead. “Can you still forgive me, if you never get that answer?”

  I pull back. “I’m prepared for that, I just…I wonder if we can really move forward if…”

  His brows furrow together. “If…?”

  “If we never really work through the past six months.”

  “Livi…can’t we just forget it and try and move on?”

  Seriously? Does he think it’s that simple? “Forget it? Sure, you can. But what about me? How am I supposed to just forget that we broke up?” I move out of his lap and stand up.

  “Baby…”

  “No, that’s not how life works. I can’t just sweep it under the rug and pretend it didn’t happen. I still don’t know why I struggle getting and staying pregnant. Eventually, I’ll need those answers. What happens…then?”

  “We take things one step at a time. There are other avenues to have children, baby.”

  “I just think…it’ll be hard to navigate if we ever find ourselves in a situation like this again, if we don’t work through it now.”

  “We won’t.” He stands up and rests his hands on my shoulders squeezing gently. “You and me, remember? There will never be anyone else again.” He leans down and his scent surrounds me. The scent that spoke to me on the most primal level. A raw masculinity that has the space between my legs screaming for him. “You promised we would never be apart.” His hair falls over his forehead and I push it back, running my hand down his cheek.

  “I’m not running,” I whisper. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” I run my hand down my body and over his shirt I’m wearing, unbuttoning it slowly and letting it slide down my naked body. I feel a surge of confidence as he drinks me in, his eyes devouring me, zeroing in on my sex. The hunger in his eyes is evident and I take a step back.

  “You’ve never looked at anyone the way you look at me.” His eyes snap to mine and stare at me curiously. “You used to look at me like I was the center of your world. Like nothing else mattered the second I walked into a room.”

  “I still look at you that way. You are the center of my world.”

  I run my fingers down his chest and abdomen, grazing his tattoos, and pulling on the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging him towards me. A smirk finds his face when I push his pants to his ankles. “Take them off.”

  He does as I ask, pulling off his sweats and his briefs and leaving him completely naked. His cock springs free, hard and powerful and my mouth waters at how unbelievably sexy my husband is. “What do you want?” he murmurs and when I look up, he’s staring at me like he’s ready to break me in half.

  “All of you.”

  “You have me. All of me, Olivia.”

  I grab his hand, pulling him back towards his bedroom. I feel his hand graze down my back and cup my ass, gripping it gently. “Sit.” I point to the bed. He does as he’s told and I climb into his lap, staring at him straight on as I slide down agonizingly slow onto his length. “Fuck.” I let out a breath when he bottoms out, allowing him to be deeper than usual. My legs are wrapped around his back with his wrapped around mine as he lifts me slowly up and down on his cock.

  “So fucking perfect.” He groans as he grips my forearms. “I need this.”

  “Me too.”

  His hand reaches between us and rubs my clit gently and he chuckles in my ear when I quiver in his arms. “I still can’t get over that you’re bare. I feel like I’m going to come the second I touch your pussy. You’re so smooth, your cunt feels like fucking silk.” He growls before he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. “I know you’re calling the shots, but I think you want me to take over, don’t you?”

  I do love when Bennett takes control. He’s dominant and aggressive and sexy as hell and I love how he shaped our sex life from the start. He’d made me crave him physically, mentally, and emotionally, and our lovemaking has been some of the most soul shattering experiences of my life. I nod and he grips my jaw. “Use your words,” he commands.

  “Yes.” I breathe out. I don’t call him Sir or Master or Daddy, although we have gone down those roads a time or two before, but I loved how he asserted his dominance without making me completely submissive.

  I can feel each ridge of his cock sliding out of me as he pushes me slowly to my back, separating my legs. He drags his tongue from the bottom of my pussy to the top, flicking my clit. I cry out, as the feeling sends a jolt of electricity through me. I look down as he continues his trail, licking the top of my mound and dragging up my body. He swirls his tongue around my belly button before giving me a gentle bite and pulling back.

  “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

  He kneels between my legs, stroking his cock that’s slick and glistening with my arousal. He moves closer to me, sliding his cock through my folds and rubbing against my clit but not penetrating me. He opens me up with one hand, spreading my folds and exposing my sex to him as he continues to rub his cock between my legs. My body begins to build under his assault, as he switches to tapping my clit with his cock.

  The throb between my legs is almost too much, and I feel like I can’t breathe. “God, Clarke.”

  I look down and see the trail of cum connecting us each time he pulls away and I watch enthralled as he continues to tap my clit faster. I clench every time his dick touches my clit and my toes begin to curl in preparation of what’s to come.

  “Are you going to come like this? Is your pretty pussy going to come all over my cock? From it giving your cunt little kisses?” I’ve noticed his movements have gotten more erratic and his chest heaves with every rub against the swollen muscle between my legs. His cock pulses and I see the precum flowing faster from the tip, making me believe that he’s on the precipice of coming as well.

  I nod, as my body struggles to take short quick breaths. “I’m there…” I whisper.

  As if it were a command, Bennett slides inside of me in one fl
uid motion just as I begin to fall over the edge. He’s still on his knees as he continues to pound into me. Pulling one of my legs over his shoulder he stares down at me with so much intensity it makes my orgasm go on forever. I let my eyes flutter closed as the euphoria takes over. “Fuck, Olivia. You make me feel so fucking good baby. Take everything. All of it,” I vaguely hear him say as I feel myself floating away.

  I feel his cock swelling inside of me making the fit even tighter than usual and I know he’s coming hard and fast. As the high of my orgasm wanes and I begin to float back to Earth, I briefly remember that we haven’t been using any type of protection and I’m not on birth control.

  I feel his lips a mere inch above mine, breathing against me and when I open my eyes, he’s staring into them. I wrap my arms and legs around him, keeping him still and inside of me. “We haven’t been using condoms…”

  “We’re married, why would we?” He freezes and pulls back, cocking his head at me. “Did you not with…”

  “Oh!” My eyes widen at his words. “No…Bennett,” I grab his face and bring his lips to mine, ghosting my lips across his and giving him a smile. “You’re the only man I’ve ever…not…” He nods before I finish my sentence but the thoughts make my blood runs cold. Did he use protection with Amanda? “I guess I don’t really know for sure about you…but… I guess I was just thinking it was possible that I could get pregnant.” I bite my lip and he pulls back, sliding out of me and sitting on his knees again.

  “Pregnant?” he whispers.

  “Yes, you know when two people have sex and then…”

  He looks away from me and grits his teeth like something is troubling him. I sit up and touch his arm and he swallows hard. “I wasn’t thinking…I mean…”