Page 43 of Montana Memory

Lowering her onto the mattress, I hovered over her, bracing myself on my forearms. She was staring up at me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with need. It nearly undid me.

“This is gonna be hard and fast. Tell me if I need to stop,” I rasped, pressing my forehead against hers, trying to find some kind of control, even as it slipped further from my grasp.

“Don’t stop.” One hand slid down and wrapped around my cock while the other gripped my side, nails digging in just enough to make me shudder. “Please.”

Like I had any hope of stopping now. I reached down and slid one, then two fingers inside her, making sure she was ready before I replaced my fingers with my cock. Her slick walls gripped me like a vise. I couldn’t stop the low growl that escaped as I slid inside her.

“You feel fucking incredible wrapped around me.”

I claimed her mouth again, still trying to slow myself down, letting myself feel every second of it. This wasn’t just about heat or desire—it was about something deeper, a connection I’d never let myself feel with another woman.

Slow definitely wasn’t an option as her tight heat surrounded me. Jada met me stroke for stroke, her body moving with mine.I lifted one of her knees so she could take me deeper. She countered by wrapping her legs around my hips, causing me to hit harder, deeper, until she was writhing beneath me.

Time blurred; the only thing anchoring me was her—her touch, her breath, the way she said my name like it was the only thing she remembered, the only thing that mattered.

I claimed her mouth again and worked my hand between our bodies, finding her clit. Circling the hard bud twice was enough to set her off, and she dug her nails into my back as she clenched tight around me.

It was all the invitation my body needed. My control shattered, and I thrust into her deep,so fucking deep, catching her cry in my mouth as we both flew over the edge.

This might be the only sex Jada could remember, but it was damn sure sex I was never going to forget.

Chapter 15

Jada

The weight of Hunter’s arm pinned me in place, his warmth seeping into my side, his breath a slow, steady rhythm against my neck. It was still dark outside. We’d only been asleep for a couple hours, falling into a heap together after our lovemaking.

My body ached in ways that made me shift carefully beneath him. I was sore in all the right places.

Heat curled low in my belly at the memory. The way he’d touched me. The way I’d responded. It had been good.So good.

But then again, how would I know if it was better than anything else?

I swallowed against the thought, against the unease that came creeping in when I least expected it. What if this wasn’t what I used to want? What if I used to crave something different? What if—God,what if—this wasn’tmeat all?

Hunter shifted, tightening his hold like his subconscious knew I was trying to slip away. I hesitated, watching him for a beat, taking in the sharp angles of his face, softened now insleep. He was always so alert, so on edge, but now? He looked almost peaceful.

I didn’t want to wake him. Didn’t want to steal this rare moment from him, so I moved carefully, easing out from under his grip, the chill in the air stealing away his warmth the second I was free.

I grabbed a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen. I poured a glass of water, taking slow sips as I let my mind replay the past few hours.

Hunter Everett. This man had made my body sing in ways I hadn’t known were possible. But that was just it—Ihadn’t known. Maybe I used to be different. Maybe I used to like men who?—

Alan Ard.

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing my free hand against the counter. What the hell had I seen in him?

I had no memories, but I knew what kind of man he was. Manipulative. Dangerous. Cruel. And I’d been with him.Chosenhim. Listened to his lies. I set the glass down, swallowing past the bitterness creeping into my throat.

A tiny mewl broke the silence, and I turned, spotting the kittens curled in their makeshift bed in the corner. One of them stretched, batting at the tail of another, their little bodies squirming and tangling together, perfectly content in their small world.

I dropped to my knees beside them, running my fingers over their tiny, warm bodies, feeling their soft fur beneath my touch. They didn’t question who they were. They justexisted. Maybe I should take a lesson from them.

But then again, they hadn’t been stupid enough to get involved with someone like Alan Ard. The thought that I would’ve let him touch my body, do things… It made me sick. Maybe not being able to remember was a blessing.

Either way, I didn’t want to let that ruin what I had had with Hunter tonight. Alan was in my past. Whether I remembered him or not, he needed to stay there.

A low, guttural noise broke the quiet. I stiffened, my fingers still tangled in the kittens’ soft fur.

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