Page 59 of Help Me Remember

“That was kind of my thought too,” he said with a shaky laugh and then moaned as he slipped another inch of me inside him. “Glad you’re not a monster, but did you have to be big? What’s wrong with average?”

“Then stop, and we can do something else,” I told him, even as my body practically screamed for him to go further, to go all the way.

“Oh no,” he said with a snort. “I meant what I said in that shower. I want you inside me, all of you.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, trying to sound steady and in control and managing only shaky and slightly breathless.

His mouth opened as though to say something and then stiffened as he pushed back, sliding down another inch. To my surprise, he didn’t stop there, sliding the next few inches until I felt myself sheathed inside him completely.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, tightening my grip and holding him in place desperately.

“All of you,” he managed to get out as his back arched, gripping me fiercely.

My breath cut from me in gasps and growls, and it wasn’t until I felt his grip around me release that I realized he was allowing me control. I barely noticed the twinge in my hip as I rolled us, pinning him to the bed and burying myself inside him once more. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but his desperate groans meant so much more to me.

“Dylan,” he groaned, fingers crushing my hair as I pushed forward. There was more pain as my injured side protested, but I held myself at just the right angle so I could pull him back into my forward thrusts.

I lost myself in the steady rhythm of pain colored heavily by pleasure. I could hear his gasps, his cries, the low groans he gave when I hit just the right place inside him. Only as I felt the building of pleasure, the anticipation of ecstasy inside my groin, did I finally begrudge the condom.

It didn’t matter if I didn’t know who I truly was or whether he had made up his mind about who I was. He was mine. I was his.

“Dylan,” he gasped, and I thrust hard, crying out as I felt myself pour into him. I came as deep as my length and the condom would allow, and I didn’t shy away from shuddering as pleasure washed through me.

I felt warmth splash my stomach as I held Eric tight and let out a fierce snarl when I realized he was coming. Not just from my fucking him but from the idea that I could be coming deep inside him. Condom or no, I had claimed him, and he had claimed me, and the thought was fierce and feral zinging through me as I held him tight.

“Jesus,” I breathed as the strength rapidly drained from my limbs. Grunting, I carefully extracted my shrinking cock from inside him, rolling onto my back. It was only then I realized just how much my side was throbbing and pressed a hand gently against it with a wince.

“Just had to overdo it, didn’t you?” Eric muttered, scooting to the edge of the bed so he could walk around to crouch at my side. “Hold on, let me see how this looks. Probably time for them to be changed anyway.”

“You’re going to fuss over me constantly, aren’t you?” I asked with a small smile.

“Don’t be a dick,” he muttered, working quickly but gently as he changed the bandage. “And the damage isn’t all that bad. You’re lucky. Any more vigorous attempt to prove you can top might have ripped what little I managed to patch.”

“Are you complaining?”

“About your wound? Definitely. About the fantastic sex we just had and probably should have again when you’re not going to start bleeding all over the place? Absolutely not.”

I wasn’t above a self-satisfied smirk, which only earned a roll of Eric’s eyes as he put on the new bandages. I had no idea what kind of lover I’d been before, but it was nice to know I could at least pleasure a partner, especially when that partner was Eric.

“I think we’ve earned ourselves a bit of a rest,” I told him once he was done, having tossed everything into a nearby wastebasket.

“I can’t imagine cuddling can be any more dangerous than what we just did,” he said, using an antiseptic wipe on his hands and a towel over both of our torsos.

“Boy, you’re really good at sounding romantic,” I said dryly.

“Shut up,” he muttered, but I could hear the smile in his voice as he carefully crawled over me.

I wasted little time rolling over to wrap myself around him and hold him tight. Eric only gave a tiny grumble before I gave him another squeeze, and almost immediately, I felt him relax against my chest. The gesture was subtle and silent, but it meant the world to me as I listened to the wind blowing softly outside the bedroom.

Eric’s whole life had been turned on its head and inadvertently dragged into the chaos that was the disaster of my own life. Yet despite everything we’d learned and seen so far, he refused to give up on me. I wasn’t nearly as sold on my own goodness, but here he was, comforted by my presence and considering himself safe.

No matter what happened from this point forward, I hoped I could keep this memory no matter what else came my way.

CHAPTER TEN

I wasn’t surprised when I was the first to wake a few hours later. Despite how restless and dream-filled it had been, I’d slept after the car crash, and Eric had spent more time awake to take care of me. And before everything had gone to shit, I’d quickly adapted to his schedule and usually woke up before he did.

I was surprised when even my slight movement to get off the bed didn’t wake him. My feet hit the ground softly, and I turned to hear him grunt, twisting around to face where I’d been lying seconds before. I smiled and watched his face scrunch up as he wiggled into the warm spot I’d left behind before finally clutching the blanket closer and pressing his face into the warm cloth.

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