Page 125 of Parrish

Me, the one who promises to always complete you.

Me, the one who owns your heart.

Me, the one who loves you more than anyone.

Touching my forehead to hers, I watch a smile spread across her face.

“I don’t know if I remember every moment but, God, Jack, I remember so much beautiful. So much and maybe that’s because you gave me the ugly.” Pausing, she draws our hands to our sides and shakes her head as she stares at me with wet eyes.

“Before the accident, I thought I had lost you to that ugly,” she rasps. “I wasn’t blocking out you. Subconsciously I think I was protecting my heart by forgetting the pain. Once you reminded me of all we’ve overcome, things started to come back to me and then when I walked inside our home, I just knew where things were. I knew there were holes behind those pictures and I knew they were there long before you and I even met,” she says as she reaches for my hands again. Pulling me out of the bathroom, she releases her hold on me and moves to the center of the room and stops right in front of our bed. I stare at her in awe as she spreads her arms wide and glances around the room. The need to throw her on the bed strikes me and suddenly I can give a fuck less about anything else she says. The only thing I want more than what she’s already given me is to fucking taste her.

“Then I came upstairs and walked in here…”

“Reina,” I interrupt, walking towards her. I don’t know if she means to ignore me or if she is just riding high on adrenaline, but she continues to talk. And me, I continue to move towards her, kicking off my boots as I do so.

“Every inch of this room carries a memory. We’re everywhere. The walls, this bed…,” she continues, pausing to drop her ass on the foot of the bed before she waves her hand around the room. “We’re in the goddamn air, Jack. Tell me you feel it. Tell me you feel everything I do.”

“I feel it,” I say, reaching her.

“I love you, Jack Parrish and I know, God, I know you love me.”

“No more talking, Reina,” I grunt. Bending, I place my hands on her knees and spread her legs. Standing between them, I cup her chin and force her eyes to me.

“Don’t call me that,” she says, bracing her hands on the bed. “Call me, Sunshine.”

My lips quirk.

My dick twitches.

God, this fucking woman.

This beautiful woman.

Thank you for her.

For making her fall in love with me.

For not letting her forget us.

“Alright, Sunshine, no more talking.”

She smiles, and that’s all it takes for the blood to rush to my dick. Bending my head, I press my mouth to the corner of hers. A whimper escapes her lips and any attempt to ease her into a kiss, fades. My control snaps and my mouth slides over hers, claiming her in a way only I can. I swipe my tongue over her lips, demanding they part and accept me back into the only heaven I need.

Obliging, she opens her mouth and I take my first lap at her tongue as her hands travel up my chest, curling into my shirt. Pulling me closer, I push her back on the bed and fall on top of her. I nip and suck at her lips, swallowing every moan she gives me. Her thighs tighten around me and her fingers glide through my hair as she lifts her hips and grinds that fucking sweet cunt of hers against me.

All control slips from me and I tear my mouth away from hers, reaching for the zipper on her sweatshirt. I tug it down and she shrugs it off her shoulders. As she deals with removing it completely, I reach behind me and pull my shirt over my head. Her bra is next to go. Then my jeans. Hooking my hands under the band of my briefs, I tip my chin.

“Move to the middle of the bed,” I order as I free myself from the rest of my clothes. I watch her inch her way to the center of the bed and shimmy her sweats down her legs. Once they’re gone and all she’s wearing is a pair of lace panties I climb onto the bed.

She knifes up, pulling her ponytail free. As miles of blonde hair fall around her shoulders, I close my fist around my cock and mentally thank the staff at Methodist hospital for insisting they remove her bandage before we left. If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t be on the receiving end of such a beautiful scene. Her tongue sneaks out of her mouth and runs along her lip as her eyes dart to my cock. She watches me pump it a few times before she covers my hand with hers.

Lifting her eyes back to mine, we stroke my shaft. Fast at first then slow. Her thumb moves over the crown, swiping at the precum and animalistic growl erupts from the back of my throat as I watch her lift her thumb to her mouth. She wraps her lips around it and sucks the come from it, releasing her digit with a pop.

“Fuck,” I growl, grabbing her wrists. Pinning them over her head, I bend my head and slam my mouth against hers, swiping my tongue over hers, tasting the remnants of myself on her palate.

I fuck her mouth how she likes.

Like she remembers.

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