Page 52 of Remember Me

Sitting up, I shrugged out of my wet shirt and tossed it to the floor. Birdie’s eyes were lambent on me as she reclined back into the pillows, shining as they followed every movement I made. I unbuttoned and slid out of my pants so I could move more comfortably, tossing them after the shirt. Her lips parted as her eyes landed on me, straining against my boxer briefs.

“I don’t remember this kind of thing,” she said softly. I gave myself a firm squeeze and groaned.

“Don’t worry, Mini. This is just for you.” I pressed a brief kiss against her mouth and then retraced my earlier progress until I found her core. Parting her folds with my fingers, I placed a tender kiss against her nub, and when she shivered against my mouth, swirled my tongue around and sucked it fully into my mouth. Birdie squealed, arching against me, and I lapped against it, soothing and stimulating all at once. The taste of her, musky and tart, filled my senses and I growled into her.

I loved eating pussy. Especially Birdie’s pussy. Loved the little sounds she made, each gutturaluhandoh. I loved the helpless little rocks of her hips against my face, as if she was trying to be polite and not suffocate me but couldn’t help herself. Loved her wetness and flavor exploding upon my tongue.

Grabbing her hips, I pulled her more firmly onto my questing tongue, spreading her wide.

“God… Hayes…”

Her movements became more urgent. I inserted one finger, then two, crooking them until I found the one spot I was searching for. Her body pulled taut, like a wire, and she came with soft whimpers and pulses that wracked her form against my face, until with a final shudder, she went limp.

I gave her a final kiss, laughing softly when she jerked reflexively against me, and then moved up to pull her into my arms, big spoon to little spoon.

¦Birdie

ILAY INHAYES’ ARMS FOR AS LONG ASICOULD STAND IT.I was wide awake, strangely energized and jittery. I needed to move.

And then there was the flash of memory I’d had as I’d come down from my orgasm. It was nothing I could assign any real context to, just a brief glimpse of a cunning face surrounded by sleek blonde hair. I recognized her as Serena Hansen, the waitress at John John’s the other day, but I couldn’t figure out why her features were popping into my mind after having mind-blowing oral sex with Hayes.

I could only imagine that my subconscious was trying to tell me something.

It was confusing; hence I needed to move.

Beside me, Hayes had fallen asleep, his arm relaxed and heavy across my waist. His hand rested on my stomach, a possessive weight. I slid from under it, holding my breath when he stirred, until he was still again.

Quietly, I dressed in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt; then wrangled my hair into submission. My shoes were in the kitchen. I pulled them on and sent a quick text to Remi, asking her to meet me at the same diner I’d met Levi at days earlier. I wrote a note to Hayes, telling him I was going to do some Christmas shopping.

Then I left.

Remi was already seated in a booth when I arrived at the diner. I gave an uncertain ‘hello’ to Levi’s mother and sat down across from her.

“Hey, chickadee. Already ordered for you,” Remi said.

“Thanks. I am starving. Except for my morning crackers, I haven’t eaten yet. If I don’t get Baby fed soon it’s going to be Pukesville.”

“Why haven’t you eaten yet? Regular meals, Birdie!”

“I was busy.” I felt my cheeks flame and looked off to the side.

“Uh-uh. I know that look. What were you busy with?”

Flo arrived with our plates, saving me from an immediate answer. I knew Remi wasn’t finished, though.

“How are you doing, Birdie? Levi was telling me about your situation.” She tapped her temple meaningfully and a laugh escaped me. I couldn’t take offense. I liked her no-nonsense demeanor. I’d been doing plenty of thinking about mysituation, as she called it, doing a fair bit of feeling sorry for myself before arriving at a kind of peace with it. Maybe I wouldn’t remember everything. There were worse things.

“I guess the good thing about it is that I can’t remember if I was an awful person before the accident or recall the things that might make me sad. It’s a clean slate.”

Flo leaned a hip against the table and settled in for a chat. “You feel like you need a clean slate?”

I considered my answer for the space of time it took me to take a bite and chew. I couldn’t wait any longer, manners or not. “Well. Maybe. And maybe there are those around me that need that clean slate. I may not ever know.” I took another bite. “And it’s nice that I get to experience things all over again.” Uppermost in my mind was my experience this morning. It was, for all intents and purposes, one of my first experiences with intimacy. “You remember when you were young, and everything you hadn’t yet experienced was a rush? Something to get excited about, to look forward to — or something to stew over and be anxious about. That’s me, right now.”

Remi pointed her fork at me. “You were busy with sex this morning,” she said, matter-of-fact. “That’s why you hadn’t eaten yet.”

“I did not have sex this morning,” I responded, choosing my words with care. Flo looked on with avid fascination.

“You had something this morning,” she persisted. “I bet if I were to pull that collar down, I’d find a hickey.” My hand flew to my neck and her cackle filled the diner. “See!”

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