Page 6 of Remember, Love

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Five years ago…

Beth

“You are so ridiculous,” I laugh, happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

My parents are away for the weekend, I’m on winter break from my first semester at college, and Logan is home on leave.

“I’m not. I told you. I’m going to give you a present to remember.”

He’s wrapping a silk blindfold around my eyes. I smile as his fingers play with my hair and he kisses me on the back of my neck.

Logan enlisted in the Marines four years ago. His whole life he’s wanted to serve. I was proud of him, just like the rest of the town when he made Recon.

But I miss him when he’s gone.

I stick my tongue out at him. We’ve been neighbors our whole lives. But only in the last year has he seen me as anything more than little Bethany Ward next door. I’ve seen him as more since I was five and he was a brave nine-year-old.

One year ago today, we had our first date.

“Where are you taking me?” He clasps my hand and pulls me through my house.

“Your bedroom,” he says.

I smile and warmth pools between my legs. “I’m not sure I need a blindfold for that.”

He hums and then settles me down on my bed.

“Don’t take it off,” he whispers. I shiver as his breath fans over my throat.

He kisses down my neck and traces his fingers across my collarbone. His hands run down my sides and to my hips. He plays with the buttons on my jeans and then pops them open. I shiver as he slides them down my legs.

“I like this present.” I wiggle closer to the edge of the bed. He draws his callused fingers across my skin.

“This isn’t your present, it’s the wrapping paper.”

He tugs at my panties. “When you’re at school, and I’m on Recon, we can both remember this.”

He sets his mouth to my slit and licks. “Logan!” I move to pull the blindfold off, but he grabs my wrists.

“Not yet,” he growls.

I set my hands back on the bed and fist the blanket as he sets his mouth on me. His tongue slides into my entrance and I cry out. He sucks at my wetness and kneads my thighs.

“Your taste. So fucking sweet.” He pulls on my clit with his mouth and I buck up toward him as he bites down on me. Then he sends a finger into my pussy and pumps it up and out. My juices roll down his hand.

“Please,” I whisper.

He sets his mouth on my clit and keeps stroking his finger inside me. I lift my feet and brace them on his shoulders and then I ride his finger.

“You’re beautiful. God, Beth. I love you.”

I clench around him. “I love you,” I gasp, “I love you.”

He sets a final kiss on my wet pussy and then sets me back on the bed. When he’s on top of me, he presses his lips to mine. I grab his firm shoulders and rub my hands down his muscular back and abs. His taut, ripped abs.

“Something to remember,” he whispers in my ear.

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