Stolen Memories: A Novella (2 page)

I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around what was coming out of his mouth. Sure there was a ton of sexual tension between us, but we had never admitted to or explored our attraction. Well, except for that one night. We didn’t technically sleep together, but we did a lot of heavy petting. If his phone hadn’t rung, it would have happened. Hunter watched me closely with a smug grin on his face. “You know I’m right. You want me just as bad as I want you. Why can’t you admit it?”

“What happens if we end up hating each other after this? You aren't a picnic to live with. I remember how messy you are from college, and you’re kind of an asshole in the morning. If something goes wrong with this insane idea of yours, then I lose you forever.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m too fucking stubborn for that.”

My eyes narrowed. Throughout the years, I had seen him leave more women brokenhearted than I cared to think about, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be one of them. Our friendship meant too much. Cautiously, I said, “So we get married, we fuck, then what? How long do we keep it up?”

“As long as it takes for them to leave you alone. I never planned on getting married anyway, so it’s not like it’s a hardship for me.”

“Good to know,” I said sarcastically. “You’re also a man whore. I'm not sure you’ll be able to keep it in your pants, and I won’t be some girl who sits at home while her husband screws around on her, even if it is a fake marriage.”

A brief look of hurt flashed across his face, but it was gone before I could fully decipher it. “It was just an idea, Meg. I don’t want your dad to force you into something. I can help you this way.”

I turned to stare out the small window while I thought about his insane plan. Romance was even a consideration, but he wanted to keep me safe. It would be imperative I protect my heart in all this. And it wouldn’t be a hardship to sleep with him—the man was sexy as sin, one look could burn my panties off me—but could I really go through with marrying my best friend?

“We haven’t talked much since the... incident and that’s my fault. I got all freaked out, and I’m sorry. My biggest concern about your idea is that I’ll get all weirded out again and do something stupid.”

“Is weirded even a word?” he asked, laughing.

“Be serious, Hunt!”

I slapped at his arm and he grinned.

“I am. Look, this will keep you safe. We don’t have to make it a big thing. Let’s get married on the beach, and when we go back to Cali we can decide how, or if, we tell everyone. We'll text your parents a picture of the marriage license so that the storm will pass before we head back. No big deal. Just tell them we fell in love and I couldn’t let you go through with marrying another man.”

“No big deal, except we’ll be fucking 
married
, Hunter.”

“So we disappear and do what newlyweds do.” He shrugged and grinned at me.

I tried to fight back my smile. “You’ve got this all figured out, huh?”

“Pretty much. You know I’m really fucking smart.”

I barked out a laugh because saying he was smart was the understatement of the century. Hunter was a Mensa-holding card member, certified genius. He’d started up a few .coms that made him a few million dollars before he even graduated from Brown. I’m sure by now he was well past the billionaire mark. Hunter Abbott was a self-made man and proud of it.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“We’ll get married.”

His hands slid up my thigh almost touching my panties. “Then we fuck?” His deep, husky voice filled my ears, and I could have come right then.

I sucked in a breath and slowly nodded my head. I just hoped I knew what I was getting myself into.

My soon to be husband had everything taken care of within minutes of us landing. We were on the beach saying our vows a few hours later. The ceremony was quick and even though it was just supposed to be a formality, he made it sentimental. When he proposed this plan, I hadn’t realized he meant we would get married as soon as we got here, but we were going to the hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Hunter Abbott.

I giggled as he picked me up to carry me over the threshold of our hotel room door. Hunter was being unusually sweet, and it was throwing me off. He was so different than the normal abrupt, brash man I talked to everyday. 

His mouth was on mine before the door even shut behind us, urgent and needy. My fingers gripped the lapels of his suit, and I clung to him. Pulling back, I gasped. “Now? You want to do this now?”

“No time like the present,” he answered while unzipping my dress. I’m not sure how, but he convinced me to put that damn thing back on. His mouth seared my skin as he ran his tongue along my exposed back.

He sat me down at the edge of the bed and pulled the fabric up around my waist, exposing my lace thong. Kneeling in front of me, his fingers singed me as they trailed up my thighs to my center. My back arched as he ran his nose along the seam of my panties.

“This is mine.”

I nodded. “All yours.”

"I even have a piece of paper to prove it," he said with a wicked grin.

He pulled my lace panties to the side and his mouth was on me, sucking at my clit and plunging his long fingers deep inside me. I clutched at the comforter as he worked me into frenzy. I desperately tugged my dress out of the way so I could watch him. The sight made me even hotter and drove me closer to my orgasm. When he glanced up at me and his hooded eyes met mine, I almost came right then.

“Holy fuck, Hunter.”

My fingers pulled at his hair, and he growled against me. A soft whimper filled the room. My whimper. I realized how desperate I was to have him inside me. I pushed him back from me, and he must have seen the desperation in my eyes because he leaned up and kissed me hard on the lips.

I stood up next to the bed to let the dress fall down around my ankles. Hunter nipped at my collarbone, and I lost control, pushing his jacket off his arms. Buttons popped and flew across the room as I tried to get him naked as quickly as possible. He growled as I sucked on the spot behind his ear and slid my hands down the front of his pants.

Hunter pushed me back far enough so he could see me standing there in my white lingerie, his hands resting lightly on my hips. I watched as his eyes took on an appreciative gleam. The garters and silk stockings were still in place even after our long flight and his eyes raked my body, making me feel like I was on fire.

His fingers trailed along my ribs to the back of my bra, unfastening the lace fabric and letting it fall silently to the floor. Before I could take a breath, Hunter sucked one nipple into his mouth while he cupped the breast other in his large hand. A loud pop filled the room as he released my nipple from the delicious torture.

“Get on the bed, Megan.”

He slapped my ass when I didn’t move fast enough for his liking. My needy moan filled the air, and he pushed me down onto the soft comforter. I watched as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his muscled thighs. My mouth dropped open at the sight of his cock outlined through his boxer briefs.

The last time I had caught a glimpse of him was our junior year of college after a drunken night in the hot tub. He had walked through his apartment completely naked with no shame as I sat on the couch, open-mouthed and drooling. I watched intently as he put his fingers in the sides of his boxers and slid them down his hips, releasing his cock into the room.

“Oh my.”

Hunter grinned as he stalked up the bed. “Like what you see?” he asked smirking. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from his amazing body. “Megan, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, this is going to be over before the fun even starts.”

His fingers drifted over my stomach, down to my panties and I felt him bunch them in his hands. I planned to offer to help him slid them off my body, but within seconds the sound of ripping fabric filled my ears. I scowled at him and he laughed. He took my hips in his hands and flipped me over onto my stomach.

“On your knees.”

Holy hell. His commands were turning me on, even though I should be pissed off. I obeyed and propped myself up on my knees like he wanted. His hands gently pushed my upper body down to the bed, leaving me exposed to him. Long fingers brushed softly along my sex and I moaned at the touch. He laughed softly, “You don't understand the things I plan do to you, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He kissed the dimples of my back and then pushed two fingers inside my waiting pussy. I gasped at the fullness. “Hunt, there’s something you need to know. It’s important.” My fingers dug into the sheets as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me.

“Shhh...I'll take care of you, honey.”

My words died on my lips as he removed his fingers and his tongue replaced them. His thumb brushed over my tight puckered asshole and I arched off the bed. Hunter ran his hand up my back and I bit the back of my hand to keep from crying out.

“We’ll play here one day, but not right now.”

I groaned and Hunter slowly pulled out of me, flipping me over. He worked the fastenings of the garters and soon he was slipping the silk stockings from my body. When his mouth found my clit, I whimpered at the feeling. His tongue circled and swirled, causing me to arch against him. When he switched and sucked hard on my little bundle of nerves, I cried out. The scruff on his jaw tickled my heated skin as he moved.

My body burned and I couldn't tell up from down. His arm held me in place as I writhed against him. I felt my orgasm building, and my body tingled with release. His fingers intertwined with mine and I exploded in pleasure as my orgasm hit me.

Hunter moved quickly, shoving my leg out of the way as he climbed up my body, crushing his mouth to mine. My hands framed his face, and his muscled arms held his weight as he positioned himself. The urgency in his kiss made me open for him.

His length prodded my opening, and I tensed. He pulled back slightly, confusion etching his features. “Are you ready?”

I nodded, and he thrust inside. Tears filled my eyes, and he stopped.

“Megan? Why didn’t you tell me you were still a virgin?”

“I tried to, but you wouldn’t listen. I need you. Now, Hunt.”

“Oh, fuck. You’re going to ruin me, baby. I don’t fucking deserve you,” he gasped as he worked to hold still inside me. “You’re so tight. Are you sure you’re ready for me to move?”

He slipped out, and I moaned. “Yes, please.”

His hips arched, and I ground against him showing him what I wanted. My pussy throbbed around his cock and he thrust faster. His hands on either side of my face on the bed braced his body above mine. I moved my hand to the back of his head but it slid down the side of his neck so I was lightly gripping his throat as I got lost in the passion between us. Hunt’s mouth parted and his messy hair fell down into his eyes. A smile played on his lips as he watched me fall apart beneath him.

“Baby, I’m going to come soon. I need you to get there. You’re so tight, and I can’t hold off much longer. God, I could do this every second of every day. Megan,” he groaned.

As I found my second release, I clung to him. His name escaped my lips as a whispered cry, and his mouth captured mine. My body shattered around his cock, bucking and arching against him as I worked through the most intense orgasm of my life.

His hands grasped my hips as he thrust one last time before emptying himself inside me. He groaned my name like a curse as he tensed above me. We grasped at one another as we rode the high of our climaxes. Hunter’s forehead dipped down to rest against mine, and a smiled played on my lips. We stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to come down from the amazing experience we’d just had.