Help Me Remember (Rose Canyon, #1)(87)

“I appreciate you saying it.”

“I mean it.”

I believe that she does. Brielle isn’t spiteful or selfish like my mother was. “So, you remember everything?” I ask.

“I do.” She steps back, running her fingers through her blonde hair. “You haven’t asked about the shooter.”

“Do you want to tell me?”

She shakes her head with a laugh. “You already know it’s not Jax. How did you know already?”

“I spent the last few days researching, which is what I should’ve done from the second it happened. I should’ve done what I could to help you.”

“I think you did exactly what helped me. I needed to remember on my own, but how did you figure it out?”

The only reason any of us kept anything from her was to catch the killer and make sure he pays for what he did. That’s why I won’t say anything more. “I don’t want to keep secrets from you, Brie. I learned that lesson, but I think we should do everything we can to make sure the information we have is admissible. The less you know, it may be better. The information I have is with the authorities, and after you talk to the DA, we can talk. Do you agree?” I have no idea of the rules on this, and I’d rather not make a misstep.

“That’s why I went to Emmett first. I gave my statement to him and I’m waiting for the next part.”

I figured as much. It’s why he didn’t need the file and he was meeting with the prosecutor.

“How long do we have?” I ask.

She looks down at her watch. “About an hour. Why?”

“Because I’d very much like to make love to you.”

Brielle’s blue eyes turn liquid as she grins. “I’d like that too.”





Chapter Thirty-Two





BRIELLE





Having my memories back makes walking toward his bedroom a different experience. The anticipation is there, but now there’s more. The feelings I had before, the ones that made me think I was crazy, are amplified. It’s like all the love we shared has doubled.

He pulls me down the hall and then stops once we’re inside his bedroom. “I love you,” Spencer says in a rough voice as he faces me.

“I love you.”

“No, Brielle, I love you more than anything. I have wanted to say those words to you so many times since you woke up.”

I push back his overgrown locks. “I love you, Spencer Cross. I have loved you my whole life, and I don’t ever plan to stop.”

“I will give you the world.”

I smile at that. “I just want you.”

“You already have that, my love.”

He leans in, kissing me softly as we let the emotions pass between us. When I left him, a part of me broke, and now I feel whole again. He makes me that way.

What started off slow and sweet, grows faster and hotter. His hands move to my breasts, squeezing gently. “I need you naked,” he says against my lips. “I need to touch you, taste you, make you mine.”

I have only ever been his. He lifts my shirt off in one motion, and then my bra and pants follow.

I move my hands to his clothes, wanting the same. “Let me see you. Let me memorize this all over again.”

Not that I forgot. I just want to experience him all over again.

Spencer and I tumble onto the bed, naked and open to each other. He takes my hand, moving it to his cock. “Stroke me,” he commands.

I push my hand up and down, feeling him harden against my palm. “Now what?” I ask.

“Kiss me.”

His hand in my hair holds me to him as I continue to stroke him. I tighten my grip, moving faster. I want him so much. I want to taste him, make him crazy, remind him of how amazing we are and can be.

I pull away before pushing him flat on the bed. “I want to do more.”

He grins and slides his hands behind his head, putting himself on full display for me. “I’m all yours.”

“Is that so?”

“Always.”

I bite my lower lip and wink. “Well, since you’re mine to do what I want with, I think I’d like to suck your cock first.”

“I love your fucking mouth.”

“Good.” I run my tongue along the tip and then take him deep. The last time we were together, I didn’t get to do this. He was much too focused on me. Now it’s my turn to be in control and give him the pleasure he deserves.

My head bobs as I move up and down, taking him as deeply as I can. Spencer’s breathing accelerates as I try to go faster.

“Jesus, Brielle, I can’t.” His fingers tighten in my hair. I work him harder, taking longer, deeper pulls, sliding my tongue against his shaft. “Please, love, not yet. Fuck, not yet.”

He moves so fast I don’t have time to do anything but squeak as he pulls me all the way up his body. His lips tug into a mischievous smirk as he positions me over his face. “Grab the headboard, Brielle.”

When he pushes my ass up, I have no choice but to do it.

“Good girl. Hold on and let’s see if I can make you beg.”

He pulls my hips down, and my head falls back as his tongue swipes against my clit. Spencer moves his face back and forth, getting his tongue in all the right spots. Sweat breaks out against my skin as my orgasm grows. I was already halfway there just from making him crazy, and his mouth is throwing me closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.