“Wilder!” I scream as I cum again.
This orgasm is more intense than the last, and my body collapses on the sofa. I close my eyes as the pleasure hums through me, all the way down to my toes.
“Bri,” Wilder groans, and my eyes fly open when I feel his cock brush against my sensitive clit.
He pumps his cock two more times before he starts to cum. It spreads across my sex and thighs and some even splashes on my lower stomach. It’s so damn erotic to watch him mark me before he collapses on top on my body.
The weight of him pinning me down to the sofa feels right. Perfect even.
I wrap myself around my husband, never wanting to move again.
Chapter Eight
WILDER
“That’s not even a color,” Bri teases as she kicks bubbles at me. We’re in the bathtub facing each other, and her feet are in front of me while I rub them.
“I disagree. Brown is most certainly a color.” I laugh, and she pretends to be annoyed as she rolls her beautiful soft brown eyes.
“And it’s your favorite?” She’s still skeptical as I nod and massage her feet. “Fine, I’ll let it go. Hmm.” She starts to think of another question, and I love how her nose scrunches up when she’s in thought.
After I got her off on the sofa, I didn’t want her to go to sleep, but I was afraid to take things further. It was already too far, but I can’t seem to find the regret inside me. I’m sure when she finally remembers who I am that I can explain things and she’ll understand. This connection we have isn’t on the surface, it’s soul deep.
“Favorite flavor of ice cream?”
“Coffee.”
“That’s it.” She tries to climb out of the tub, but I hold on to her legs. “I’m filing for divorce.”
My laugh is so loud it bellows around the bathroom, and I can’t recall a time that’s ever happened before. The power has gone out, but I’ve got a generator to run the hot water heater, and we’ve lit candles all around the bathroom. There’s a soft glow shining against her skin, and she looks so damn beautiful.
“Not happening, baby, so sit that cute ass down.”
“I can’t believe I married a man who likes coffee ice cream.” She tries not to smile, but she can’t stop it.
“How do you know you don’t like it?” I raise a brow, and she cocks her head to the side like I’ve made a good point.
“I can’t explain it, but the thought of coffee is gross. Somewhere in my brain it recognizes that it’s not something we like.” She shrugs and sinks lower in the water. “I’m surprised none of these questions are jogging my memory.”
My hands still for a moment, and I look down at her feet to hide my guilty eyes. “I’m sure it won’t be much longer.”
“Well, I’m enjoying it so far. It feels like we’re dating.”
I nod as I lean down and kiss the inside of her foot. She giggles and tries to pull it from me, but I don’t let go. Instead, I scoot forward and reach out for her, pulling her close so that her legs are straddling me and my bare cock is up against her pretty pussy.
“I love every moment we’re together,” I say honestly, and she looks up at me like I’ve hung the moon just for her. If I could I would, because I’d give her anything she asked for.
“Is it always this perfect? The way I feel, the way you look at me? Is it always like this with us?” She places her hands on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her back, making sure there’s no space between us.
“The way you feel right now is the way I’ve felt from the moment I looked at you, Bri. And yeah, it always feels this perfect.”
Leaning forward, my lips brush over hers softly and slowly at first. There’s no rush tonight, and I don’t want to do anything but hold her and kiss her until the end of time.
“Hey asshole, you forgot to give Connor his—”
The bathroom door swings open, and my twin sister takes one look at us and screams. She runs out of the bathroom so fast she’s basically a blur.
“Oh god, I’m blind!” she shrieks dramatically.
“That’s what you get for barging in!” I yell as I jump out of the tub and grab a towel for Bri and me.
“The door was open!” she yells.
“It’s my house!” I yell back at her.
I pull on some clothes really quickly and turn to face Bri. “Stay right here, and I’ll go talk to my sister.”
“Yeah, I think Natalie is pissed,” she laughs, grabbing for the shirt and boxers I left out for her.
I pause and turn around to stare at Bri. “You said her name.”
“I did?” Bri pulls on the shirt and straightens. “Oh wow, I did. Maybe that means some of my memories are coming back.” She beams at me, and I smile back even though I’m panicking inside. It’s too soon. I need more time to make her fall in love with me.
When I get into the living room, I see my sister in the kitchen as far from my bedroom as possible. “You’re going to pay for my therapy.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “And since when are you hooking up with Bri Young?”
“Listen, it’s complicated, but when she comes out here, I need you to pretend we’re married.”
My sister's face falls a little, and she looks completely puzzled. “What? Why? Who? How? Spill it, Wilder.”
“Like I said, it’s complicated.” I glance over my shoulder when I hear Bri coming into the living room. “Just do it, or I’ll tell Mom about that time you broke her favorite blender because of that YouTube video.”
“I was nine, and they said it could shred marbles,” she hisses then glances over my shoulder. “Fine, but you owe me.”
“Done,” I say quickly as Bri comes over to stand next to me.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, looking between the two of us.
Chapter Nine
BRI
Both Wilder and Natalie look like they've been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
“Everything is great,” they both say at the same time, making me laugh.
“It’s weird that I remember your name but not Wilder’s.” Though his face is still so familiar to me. There was no fear when I opened my eyes and saw him. Only safety. For as big as he is, I should have felt some apprehension, but all I felt was safe.
I walk over to Wilder, expecting him to wrap his arm around me and pull me into his side, but he doesn’t. Instead I see a worried expression still plays on his face. Something is definitely wrong.
“So what happened?” Natalie asks, motioning to my head.
“I slid off the road and hit a tree. Did you not see my truck?” I ask. I’m guessing it’s still stuck out there.
“No, I used my four-wheeler to drive over on the path.”
“Path?” I question.
“Yeah, Wilder made it so we can use it to get to each other's places. It’s off to the side.”
“That’s sweet,” I say. Wilder is still being weird. He’s gone from always touching me to not touching me at all. My eyes bounce between the two of them, sensing something is still up.