I'll Remember You (Hell Yeah!) (17 page)

“You are so beautiful,” he praised her. “I can’t wait. I’ve needed you so much, today.” Coming over her, he spread her legs wider, just gazing at his prize. She was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, quivering, jiggling a little bit in her excitement. Her pussy was swollen, and a deeper shade of pink, showing him how aroused she was, how much she wanted him. “Every time is like the first time,” he groaned out the words as he took his cock in hand and slid the head up and down her slit, coating the tip in her juices. She let out a soft sigh as he bumped her clit with the blunt end of his dick. “Feel good?”

“Makes me hungry,” she purred, bucking her hips up in invitation.

He chuckled. “Well, let me see what I can do.” Guiding himself to her little hole, he pushed in slowly.

Avery exhaled—never, never in her born days would she take this feeling for granted. He slid in to her. The pressure was exquisite as he filled her up, stretching her sheath to accommodate his extra-large cock. She never broke eye contact with him. Her Isaac was worth looking at—a warrior, a cowboy, a badass biker with long, dark hair, midnight blue eyes, the face of a fallen angel. “Heaven,” was all she could say.

As always, she took her cues from him. He was the master. He was in control. When his eyes became hooded, and his lips pulled back from his teeth in a grimace of passion, she squeezed down on his cock, causing him to groan, his whole body jolting in reaction. Bringing him pleasure was what it all about for her. Oh, he rocked her world daily, but the greatest gift he gave her was making her know she was wanted, craved. Avery wouldn’t trade that feeling for all the tea in China.

Sinking in till he bottomed out, Isaac stretched out over her, needing to feel her body next to his. She spread her legs even wider, like wings, inviting him to plunder the very depths of her. He hummed when her walls tightened down on him, clasping his cock in a silken vise. In and out, he fucked her, his hips pistoning in, impaling her over and over again.

He went on like that for what seemed like hours, their passion mounting and mounting. Avery held on, digging her nails into his shoulder, loving her until she was mindless and begging for release. Isaac could hold her just on the edge for eternity, for he had trained her well. She wouldn’t come until he gave her permission. It was as if she was wired to his specifications, responding only to his commands. “Please, please...more, don’t stop,” she chanted. All she could comprehend was the pull and surge of his body into hers. “God, you’re good, baby. So big.”

In response to her mewls, he thrust harder. She was completely overtaken by him, her body and soul no longer belonging to anyone but him. Their joining was an ecstasy she would die for, being taken by Isaac was her purpose, the reason she’d been created. For him. “I love you, Isaac McCoy.” At her offering of devotion, he paused, kissing her hard, swirling his tongue in her mouth.

“I love you, Avery Sinclair.” Then he went wild, lowering himself more firmly onto her. His hips slammed into her repeatedly, shaking the entire bed, banging the headboard against the wall in one of the most erotic symphonies in the world. Beat after beat, the noise of their lovemaking overwhelmed her. She felt her orgasm rise, crashing through her like a storm. Her cries and the fluttering of her pussy seemed to rev his engine as he plunged into her faster and faster. Rising up, he looked down to where they were joined, desperate growls of lust tearing from his throat. “Love this, me in you, mine, mine.” Taking one of her knees in each of his hands, he pushed them toward her head, splaying her open and tilting her hips so he could jackhammer down into her. “Hold on. I have to do this, I can’t help it.”

Avery grasped the sheets in her hands. He didn’t have to apologize. This was her favorite part. Watching Isaac lose himself in her was indescribable. Holding himself up on his arms, he drove into her, thundering stroke after stroke, hard, pulsing, grinding down on her until she was screaming his name. “Isaac! Yes! God, yes!” As she came, so did he. His big body quaked, shuddering, as he pumped her full of his white-hot essence.

Their movements slowed, but he stayed inside of her, enjoying the aftershocks, the pulses. Making love to Avery healed him. He needed this to remind him never to take one moment of their life together for granted, no one was promised tomorrow. Love was meant to be celebrated today.

***

Los Banos Ranch

When he awoke, Austin was exhausted. It seemed as if he’d run a marathon and lost. Rubbing his face, he tried to remember what the hell had happened. Oh, yeah. He had met with the doctor about his headaches. A dull thud still resounded in his skull, but the sharp pains were gone. Well, he had work to do. If he was going to be foreman of this outfit, he had to get busy. 

While he’d been asleep, he’d dreamed. But he had no memories of what those dreams had been. He only recalled a sad fear and an aching longing for home. Why were memories so elusive and the nightmare so clear? Hell, he needed to get his act together. His past continued to elude him. Hell, what if there were things about Austin Wade he didn’t want to know? The not knowing was killing him.

For the next couple of days, Austin worked tirelessly fixing fence, ordering grain, and herding cattle. He even verified the delivery of a bull to a buyer in central Texas. To keep up with the ranch business, Tomas presented him with his own laptop. He really liked the old man. As for his relationship with the woman who claimed to be his fiancé, he was endeavoring to give her the benefit of the doubt. She seemed to be trying also. Nothing would do Martina, but they make plans to go into town so he could meet her uncle, Esteban, and have dinner. He’d asked why Esteban never visited the ranch, but he got no answer. Maybe he would learn more if he just cooperated and listened. 

Everything felt strange. He felt disconnected. And it wasn’t just his memory loss. He was having odd incidents of déjà vu, like he was repeating the same things over and over again. Even Brock acted weird, he’d come up to him and whispered that Austin had missed their meeting and asked if there was something wrong. Austin had said no, he didn’t think so. Then Brock had whispered something which kept repeating itself in his head, over and over again. He’d looked at Austin, grabbed his arm and said, “What happened to you? Did they drug you or pay you off?”

The look in the man’s eyes spooked him. “What do you mean?”

“We were supposed to work together to get out of this mess. Don’t you remember?”

“No.” Austin didn’t know what to say. “What do you mean?”

“Fuck!” Brock threw his hat on the ground. “Forget I said anything. I don’t even know if I can trust you anymore.” He walked off.

Austin stood there confused. Shit. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to believe.   

Thanksgiving came and went. He was surprised they celebrated it, actually. But they had turkey, dressing, pumpkin pie and all the trimmings. Austin had a sneaky suspicion they did it all for him. He appreciated it. One thing struck him that day, though. When they were having their meal, there was a bronze statue sitting on the dessert table. He was drawn to it. It was a rendering of a cowboy roping a stampeding bull. There was no way he could not touch it. It drew his hand. The metal was cool, but so familiar. Looking down at the plate on the base, he saw the artist was Aron McCoy. Nice piece, but he’d never heard of the artist.

***

Hill Country of Texas

Noah held Skye as tight as he could. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.” She laid her head on his shoulder and he hugged her up.

“Can you believe all of this?” Over the past couple of weeks, she and Noah had become so close. He loved her. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind. “What will happen to Langley?”

“He tried to kill you. I want him prosecuted to the full extent of the law.” As he remembered the hit and run, the tampering of her truck, the way he’d burned down the hunting cabin and held her at gun point. As far as Noah was concerned, they could throw the idiot in a cell and throw away the key.

“But he’s sick.” Despite all the horrors Skye had known the prejudice, the rape, imprisonment for self-defense, she still hated to be the instrument of pain for anyone else.

“Yes, he’s dying and he wanted to take you with him.” Noah kissed her full on the lips. “I can’t feel any sympathy for him. He threated the person I love most in the world.”

Skye stood up and climbed into his lap. “You have accepted me unconditionally. I never expected someone like you.”

He picked up her hand and gazed at the ring he’d put on her finger. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. You’ve colored my world with joy.”

They teased one another, playing and loving, celebrating the fact they’d found one another and battled their demons together. A good night’s sleep, shower sex, planning and dreaming for the future can go a long way toward healing battered hearts.

The DNA tests had come back negative, proving without a doubt that the blood and remains on the dive suit were not Aron, so there was still a glimmer of hope he would be found. Noah had no idea what their next step should be, but at least they weren’t planning a funeral. He knew he would still wake up thinking about his past and who his mother could be, but having Skye in his arms made it all bearable. Someday soon, he’d start asking questions about his mother, but not right now.

So the day after Thanksgiving, they woke ready to conquer their world together. “You do realize I don’t have any clothes to wear.”

Noah laughed. “Naked looks good on you. Who needs clothes?” When she’d playfully pooched out her lips, he pulled her to him, chuckling. “I’ll have a good time outfitting you like the Princess you are.” He looked forward to making her happy.

“I don’t need much…” She’d started to argue with him, but as he picked up his phone, he saw there had been a call from Jaxson McCoy. The message was simple.

CALL ME. IT’S IMPORTANT. ARON.

Noah grabbed his phone and dialed. Jaxson answered. In a few minutes, Jaxson told Noah something which almost caused him to drop the phone. He said he’d seen a man who was the spitting image of Aron. “I was in Sonora, Mexico visiting a ranch called Los Banos. He’s calling himself Austin Wade.”

Noah’s heart had started pounding. “Skye, we’re going to Mexico. Jaxson thinks he saw Aron.”

She squealed, jumped into his arms and kissed him hard. He was shaking. “See, prayers are answered, Noah.” He decided not to tell his family anything, Noah didn’t want to get their hopes up until he knew something for sure, especially Libby. So they left a note and slipped off, knowing the rest of the McCoys and their women would assume they just needed some time together.

In the car, Skye put a loving hand on his thigh and squeezed. “Smile, be happy. As long as Aron is alive, anything else can be worked out.”

“I know,” Noah agreed. He was so excited; he had to calm himself in order to think clearly. “Let’s see. We need to get you some clothes, first. I thought we might go to the airport boutique, but we have to go right by the mall. Let’s stop there, and while you’re shopping, I’ll call Roscoe and tell him what’s going on.”

“Good idea.” Skye was still trying to get used to her new role as Noah’s fiancé. The ring on her finger was a visible proof it was all real, but the huge turn had life had taken for the better was still hard to comprehend. 

“I love you, Princess.”

His out-of-the-blue declaration made her heart leap. “I love you, too, Noah. More than the rest of the world put together.” She leaned over and kissed him tenderly on his cheek. Skye’s heart was so full of happiness, she could hardly be still. If the vehicle had a convertible top, she just might lift off and float away.

“I can promise you, when all of this is over, we’ll start building a life together.” He looked at her as he parked in front of a name-brand women’s clothing store. Getting out and opening her door, he escorted her inside. “I’ll be right out front. Buy anything your heart desires.” He handed her his credit card. She gave him a skeptical look. “I mean it. You’d better buy so much we have to have help carrying the bags to the truck.”

“You’re so sweet.” She hugged him. “I’ll get all I need.”

“You better.” Noah kissed her on the end of the nose. Stepping out toward the entrance, he dialed the PI, who picked up after two rings. “Roscoe.”

“Did you have a good holiday?”

“I did, Noah. What’s up?”

“Jaxson says he saw Aron at a ranch down in Mexico. I’m on my way to the airport. I want to see for myself before I tell Jacob or the rest. But I wanted to tell you where I was going.”

“Hold on. Where are you?”

“I’m in Austin. The ranch is Los Banos in Sonora, Mexico.”

“Let me do a little research before you just take off. I’m in San Antonio. I can be with you in a little over an hour. Don’t hop a plane yet. Meet me at Mandola’s in the Triangle on Guadalupe.”

Noah hated to delay, but he thought perhaps Roscoe was right. He hoped an hour was enough time for Skye. Waiting on a woman to shop was new for him, but she shocked him by finishing in less than a half hour. “Three bags…not enough.” He fussed good-humoredly.

“Later, I’ll make you sorry you offered.” She handed the card back to him.

“You keep it.” He hugged her up. “I talked to Roscoe and he wants to check out Los Banos and see what we’re dealing with. We’re meeting him at a restaurant up by the University of Texas.”

“It’s probably best we know what we’re getting into.” She stood by while he opened the door and put her packages in, then shut it. When he was seated, she reached over and played with a strand of his hair. “Where were we going to fly to, what city?”

Noah had to admit he hadn’t thought this through. “When we get to the restaurant, we’ll get a drink and do some research.”

The Italian restaurant was comfortable and the waiter highly recommended the pizza. “I’m starving.” Skye studied the menu. “Oh look, everything is in half portions.”

“Great,” grumbled Noah. “I’ll have to have four half portions.” They ordered their food, plus some for Roscoe, and a pitcher of tea. By the time their pizza had arrived, so had the P.I.