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Getting between her legs, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her to me, moving forward and slowly pushing my dick inside her soaking wet pussy.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, covering her with my body as I began to thrust, her hips meeting mine, accompanied by breathy pants.
I didn’t push the jelly knot into her, instead, I teased her with it. Desire swirled inside me as I fucked my sweet peach, going deeper and deeper, teasing and stretching her, until she was taking part of the jelly knot with each thrust. Finally, I sank into her, filling her with my cock and the jelly knot; rocking my hips, going slow and deep.
“That feels amazing,” she moaned, pulling me to her and attacking me with sweet kisses as her hands roamed my body.
“Right there,” I told her as her fingers grazed my nipples, and we continued our rhythm, heat building between us, as I nibbled on her neck, savoring each delicious noise she made when I found all the sweet spots.
I was close, so I increased my pace, moving one of my hands so I could play with her clit.
Her back arched and a little cry ripped from her lips as her legs wrapped around me, bringing me right where she needed as she orgasmed around my cock. I came inside her, wrapping my arms around her, and rolling us onto our sides while our bodies spasmed.
“That was incredible,” I whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead, still inside her.
She gave me a satiated smile. “I liked that a lot.”
Her praise made me warm inside. I’d never used a jelly knot before.
I threw a blanket over us and purred for her, content, hoping she knew how happy she made me. My guys made me happy, but Grace filled a part of me I didn’t even know was missing.
Fortunately, my heart had enough love for all of them.
Chapter Thirty
Grace
“When will I get my memories back?” I asked as I sat in the exam room at the Omega Center. Yesterday’s conversation with Spencer about not going home made me want to know, more than ever,howandwhyI’d ended up here.
“It’s hard to say. It hasn’t even been two weeks. But most people get their memories back within a month or two,”Dr. Davidson told me. “Now, a concussion plus Oxotipoline, depending on the dose, well, that could be longer, but in both cases, we seldom see permanent memory loss.”
“Oh.” I needed those memories. What if I’d broken interdimensional law and the temporal police came to drag me away?
“You’re still recovering, but there are some things you can do to help. Puzzles and logic games are very good for you, also, eat well, hydrate, rest, and perhaps engage in a hobby,” she suggested.
Hobbies. Right. I think I had hobbies. “I play the piano.”
There was a piano on the second floor. I’d play every concerto I could recall if it got my memories back.
“Music is wonderful for the memory. After your appointment next week, we’ll see if you need to continue wearing the monitor. Watch the strenuous activity. I’m glad you found your alpha, but go easy.” She winked.
How? The wrist monitor. Whoops.
She chuckled. “See you next week.”
“Thanks.”
The doctor left, and I took off the exam gown and put my clothes back on, glad to be done. Wes had dropped off Evan and me, and I’d had a variety of appointments, from talking to Luc from the integration team, to meeting with Mrs. Beekman. Someone had even given me a tour, telling me about all the activities and programs the Center offered, and showed me how to get a Center card for my phone, then took me to a cupboard where I got to choose goodies like bath products. They’d even had lavender, my favorite.
Still, it didn’t negate the fact that it could be a long time before I got my memories. Before I could feel at ease in this world. Before I could be sure I had done nothing wrong and no one would take me away like Spencer’s dad.
Rounding the corner, I slumped to the floor and cried. While I loved being here with Wes, all week I’d been able to stay wrapped in blankets in the house and avoid the fact that thiswasn’tmy world.While similar enough, there was so much that was different–like movies and music.
Or that they were actuallybuilding micro quantum computers to implant in people’s bodies for medical treatment.
All these things indicated that I didn’t belong here. But, I not onlycouldn’tget back, I shouldn't.
There wasn’t much left for me in my world. But was there even a place for me in Wes’ family? Evan said there was, but Brennan barely talked to me. It was obvious their routine had been altered because of me.
