Things Remembered (Accidentally On Purpose Companion Novel #3) (36 page)

When my orgasm came, it knocked the wind out of my lungs and left me gasping and quaking beneath his body. My legs tightened around him and my hips rose off of the bed as I tried to take him deeper. The cresting moment was when Grant bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and biting almost to the point of pain. I found my breath again and a sensual cry tumbled out of my mouth.

Unable to hold on any longer, Grant groaned as he thrust into me. As his climax overtook him, his groan turned into a growl. He became an animal, with his growling and nipping at my mouth and tongue, as he marked me as his.

Later, as I lay encapsulated in his strong arms, and feeling his breath on my neck as he slept, I thought, “Yes. This…this is a perfect memory to add to my book.”

When I looked through the scrapbook with Grant, many memories began to stir in my mind, to awaken from a long slumber. My past came to me in small flashes, making me remember things I hadn’t thought about in too many years to count. My mom sitting with me in my bed and reading to me, the tickle of her hair on my face when she kissed me goodnight. My dad’s arms wrapped around my mom’s waist, his hands on her backside as he murmured something into her ear that made her laugh, and them believing that they were alone and unseen by their child that should have been asleep in her bed. I could hear Sharice’s laughter in my ears after I played the piano for her the first time. I recalled summers at the beach with my parents and my cousins and the first time I ever made love with Grant. So many memories that had been buried. So much proof that there had been happiness in my life, even when I was in a dark place.

Some of my worst memories, regardless of the facts surrounding them, will be with me always. I wouldn’t escape them even if I could because they are a part of me. They have had some role in making me the person that I am, which as it turns out, isn’t so bad after all.

When I felt Grant stirring and rising against me, I turned in his arms and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. He responded immediately, pressing against me and rubbing my back.

“Happy Anniversary,” I whispered on his lips.

“Happy Anniversary,” he whispered back.

We kissed and started a new memory.

The End

A great big thank you to Arlene Babwah for being with me through every chapter, every rewrite, and every throw-down-my-computer moment! Tina, you
are
The Machine! Thank you for an incredible cover, fly teasers, and for being my friend! I would also like to thank Maria, Jatana, Casey, MJ, Jen, and Heather for your beta reading and feedback. Kristen, you are probably so glad I’m finished writing this book so I will stop asking you fifty questions on a daily basis. Thank you so much for your patience and help! Nikki, Nikki, Nikki… Miss I-Just-Posted-Your-Teaser-In-One-Hundred-Groups-And-It-Was-No-Big-Deal. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I heart you and your clicking fingers! Thank you also to Jackie H. and Sheena for helping me out! Thank you Ro, Marta, Karls, Lorien, and Evelyn for the support, as always!

Last, but not least, thank you to my readers! I am here because you have taken the time to read my books. I love you, Pi!!