Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Surprisingly, Maisy had an amazing day. Paige hadn't been disappointed in the least that they were forgoing the meal she'd planned. In fact, she'd seemed downright gleeful Maisy was getting out of the house.

Jack was a very safe and competent driver. She'd never been comfortable in a car because of what happened to her parents, but with Jack behind the wheel, she'd been able to relax a little. His head was constantly on a swivel, he was aware of where all the cars and people were around them.

They ended up stopping at a hole-in-the-wall diner that Jason never would've stepped foot inside. He was a snob when it came to food and only ate in uptight, expensive restaurants.

The diner smelled like grease, and even now, hours later, Maisy could still smell the fried food in her hair. But the meal was absolutely delicious. She'd ordered waffles with whipped cream and strawberries, a glass of chocolate milk, and a plate of fried Oreo cookies for dessert. Jack didn't comment once about how many calories she was consuming or even raise an eyebrow at the unhealthy food choices. For himself, he'd ordered a hamburger with home fries and had a slice of apple pie afterward.

But the best part about the meal was how at ease Maisy felt. Jack peppered her with question after question, and talking about herself normally made her uncomfortable, but at no time did his questions venture into uneasy territory.

When she'd first met Jack, she was reluctant to answer any questions about herself, not wanting to get too close to the man. But the more time she spent with him, the more relaxed she became. What would it matter if she talked about her likes and dislikes? If she opened up just a little?

She talked about her favorite foods, what books she liked to read, how she spent her free time, and shared a little about that awful time immediately after her mom and dad had been killed. How she'd been a basket case before Jason stepped in so she didn't have to move out of the only home she'd ever known.

Maisy even felt comfortable enough discussing the years she'd spent in a depressive haze. How the prescription medicine had been the only thing getting her through most days. Jack had been understanding and empathetic, not judging her for using medication so she wouldn't have to deal with the emotional pain of her grief.

It was as if he truly understood, which was a relief—but it also made Maisy feel even guiltier. There had to be a reason he was as empathetic as he was, and she hated that she didn't know the reason. Didn't know the man behind the lost memories.

Before she could feel even worse about marrying him under false pretenses, wondering about the friends or family who were probably worried sick about him, he suggested they see what else they could find to do before heading back to the house.

Maisy paid their bill—it bothered Jack that he didn't have his own money to pay for them—and he held her hand as he walked them back to the car. They went to a big box store, where she impulsively bought him a prepaid smartphone. She might live to regret that decision—especially if Jason found out—but she wanted Jack to have access to help…just in case. Then they stopped at a large park and walked for a couple of hours. People-watching, laughing, holding hands.

It had been one of the best days of Maisy's life.

And she felt guiltier still. Because while she hated her brother for kidnapping Jack and forcing him to marry her, she'd never felt as content as she did right now. With Jack by her side, kissing her, holding her hand, and making her feel as if she was normal for the first time in years. And she had no right to feel that way. Not about a man who wasn't truly hers to begin with.

It sucked. Because sooner or later, Jack would remember everything. It was inevitable. And when he did, she'd be right back in the same situation as before. Well, not entirely the same. As soon as Jason got his money, she'd most likely experience some sort of horrible accident, and her brother would be free to spend her money as he pleased.

But now, after getting a glimpse into a future she might've had if she'd fought harder, instead of despair filling her…anger rose.

How dare Jason treat her the way he had! She didn't give a crap about the money, she simply wanted enough so she could leave Seattle and start her life over. Maybe meet a man who would love her for who she was. Who would kiss her as if his life depended on it. Hold her hand, laugh at her stupid jokes.

Shoot, who was she kidding? Jack was that man, but their relationship was a lie. He had no idea he'd only met her a week ago. That he was a pawn in her brother's appalling scheme. It was horrific, and Maisy had no idea how to fix things, or if they even could be fixed. She was too deep into the scam now. She was just as bad as Jason. She should've tried to talk to Jack that first day he woke up. Explained why he was in pain, that her brother had kidnapped him. Done what she could to free him from the danger that shrouded her childhood home.

But she hadn't. And now she was just as guilty as Jason. She'd married Jack under false pretenses, for God's sake. There was no way he'd ever forgive her for that.

"What was that sigh for?" Jack asked.

They were sitting outside the house. Neither had wanted to go back inside just yet and by unspoken agreement had remained in the car, talking for the last thirty minutes.

"It's just…it's been a good day," she told him honestly.

"It has," Jack agreed and reached for her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "And it's not over yet."

The way he looked at her, as if she was the most desirable woman in the world, had Maisy squirming in her seat. She wanted him. It was crazy, probably stupid, but his memory could come back tomorrow, for all she knew. And if she had only one night with Jack, with a man who seemed to want her with a desperation she'd never experienced before, she was going to be greedy and take it. She'd be able to pull up the memories of their wedding night when she was alone once more, trapped in the nightmare that was her life.

"We should probably go inside," she said softly.

"Yeah. You think your brother has planned a dinner? A reception of sorts?"

Maisy shook her head immediately.

Which made Jack frown. "Why not? Doesn't he want his little sister to have an amazing memory for her renewal of vows?"

Realizing she should've made up some excuse rather than simply saying no, Maisy racked her brain to come up with something that might make sense. But her mind was blank. As she'd told Jason once upon a time, she wasn't good at lying. Didn't like doing it and never was able to think fast on her feet. In the end, she just shook her head.

"Whatever. Doesn't matter. I'm not sure I want to spend my night with your brother, no offense."

She gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I don't want to spend my wedding night with him either."

"So…maybe we can raid Paige's kitchen and bring some snacks up to our room? Lock the door and celebrate our own way?"

Her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest. Maisy gave him a small smile and nodded.

"Great. Let's go," Jack said, sounding eager. He jumped out of the car, and Maisy giggled as she did the same. He grabbed her hand as soon as she walked around the vehicle and pulled her toward the door.

Half expecting Jason to be waiting for them with a frown on his face and a scolding on his tongue for being gone so long, Maisy was pleasantly surprised when the hallway was empty. They headed for the kitchen and found Paige and two of the housekeepers chatting.

They made small talk, and Jack sweet-talked Paige into making them a charcuterie board with various kinds of cheese, crackers, pickles, olives, carrots, chocolate, a few cookies, and some nuts. He carried it up the stairs to their room, and after putting it on the bed, walked determinedly to the door and locked it.

Maisy was well aware that locking the door wouldn't keep her brother out if he really wanted in. She'd learned that the hard way last year when he was yelling at her and she'd fled to her room to get away from him. He'd laughed and used a key she didn't know he had to enter her room without any difficulty whatsoever. He'd told her how stupid she was, that there was nowhere she could go that he wouldn't find her, and swore that if she ever walked away when he was talking to her again, she'd regret it.

But now wasn't a time to think about her brother and all the bad things he'd done. She was married, and she wanted this time alone with her husband more than she'd ever thought possible. It was stupid, she should put him off, tell him she had her period or something. Sleeping with him would only make him hate her more when his memories returned, but Maisy needed Jack more than she needed air. If she only had this one night, she was taking it, selfish as that might seem.

Jack walked toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. Then he gently pushed her backward until her knees hit the mattress. "Climb up," he said with a small smile. "We'll have a picnic. "

Doing as he requested, Maisy sat so she was on one side of the large cutting board Paige had used for the finger food. Jack joined her on the mattress and sat next to her instead of across.

Then he proceeded to feed her one little snack at a time. They laughed and talked about her favorite TV shows as they ate. But each time his fingers brushed against her lips, Maisy's need ramped up. Before long, he stopped being coy about touching her while they ate. His free hand rested on her knee, and each time he fed her a piece of food, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip or caressed her cheek.

And of course, Maisy gave as good as she got. She fed him as well, loving the way his pupils dilated as she teased him back.

The next time he gave her a piece of chocolate, Maisy reached up and grabbed his wrist, keeping him from pulling his hand back. She licked his finger, ridding it of the small bit of melted chocolate that had been left behind.

Jack moaned, and the sound went straight to her pussy. She stared into his eyes as she took his index finger into her mouth. Feeling extremely wanton, she licked around the digit and sucked, hard.

Maisy squeaked in surprise as Jack moved. He had her on her back before she knew what he was doing. He loomed over her, and she stared up at him in anticipation. Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed her. Hard, deep, and with complete dominance. And she loved every second. She melted under his touch, giving in to whatever he wanted.

And what he apparently wanted was what she wanted too. Maisy had never felt so…alive. Every nerve ending tingled. She could feel how wet she was between her legs, her underwear positively drenched. She needed Jack. Now.

Not realizing she was clawing at him, trying to get closer, she mewed in disappointment when he pulled back.

"Easy, Stellina . We have all night."

She shook her head. "No. I want you, Jack. Now. If you don't get inside me right this second, I think I'll die."

To her frustration, he grinned. "Yeah?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you laughing at me?"

He sobered. "Never. Don't you know? I want you just as badly. But this is our first time, I want to savor it. Savor you ."

For a split second, Maisy panicked. Did he know? Did he remember that they weren't married? That she was basically a stranger to him? But then he continued speaking.

"You might remember the feel of me, but for me, this is all new. I don't want to miss a thing. The way you squirm when I touch you, if you arch into my touch when I suck on your tits, how you look and feel the first time I make you orgasm."

"The first time?" Maisy blurted.

"Please don't tell me I'm a selfish lover," Jack said with a frown.

"Um…no, you aren't. I just…"

He let her off the hook. "Shhhh. It's okay. And yes—the first time. I plan on seeing you come several times tonight. Is that all right?"

Was it all right? This man couldn't be real. "Duh," she blurted .

He smiled again. "Good. Now lie there and don't move. I need to get the food off the bed."

Maisy kept still as Jack went up on his knees then stepped off the mattress. He quickly moved the charcuterie board to the dresser, then nearly stopped her heart when he took his glasses off and placed them on the table next to the bed, peeled off his shirt…then reached for his pants.

Before she was ready, he was naked. His cock was swollen and the head almost purple as it stood out hard and firm from between his thick thighs. She didn't get nearly a long enough look at him before he was back on the bed, caging her in.

His lips were curled upward in a grin as he looked down at her. "It's almost like that's the first time you've seen me naked. Surely it hasn't been so long since we've been together that you've forgotten."

Maisy's heart pounded in her chest. Jack was beautiful. And intimidating. And because he thought they'd had sex many times before, he obviously had no problem baring himself to her without a second thought. "I just…you're beautiful, Jack."

He looked surprised for a moment, then he gave her a soft smile. "May I?" he asked, even as he began to slowly pull her dress up her legs.

Maisy held her breath as he undressed her. It was extremely difficult to lie there and not try to cover herself. She hadn't been naked in front of someone else even once in her life since becoming an adult…that she knew of. Now, the overhead light was on and there was no hiding.

Besides, Jack wouldn't expect her to be shy…they'd been supposedly married for two years. She did her best no t to squirm in discomfort as Jack helped her get the dress over her head, then tossed her underwear and bra off the side of the bed. She lay on her back and tried to read his expression. Was he disappointed?

" You're the beautiful one," he said after a long moment. "I don't know what I did to get lucky enough to be your husband, but I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you never regret re-marrying me."

Maisy wanted to cry. This man…he was everything she'd ever dreamed about. And it was all a lie.

The guilt was eating her alive. She couldn't continue to lie to him. Couldn't let him keep on thinking they were something they weren't. She actually opened her mouth to tell him that they'd met less than a week ago and her brother had kidnapped him in order to force this marriage—but the words got stuck in her throat when Jack crawled between her legs and ran his hands up her thighs, pushing her legs apart as he went.

She was as exposed as she'd ever been, and Maisy wanted to die of embarrassment. Jack was staring at her pussy as if he'd never seen one before. He moved one of his hands and ran his thumb up her seam. She jolted when he ran his digit over her clit.

"Easy, Stellina ," he murmured.

Maisy moaned as she arched into his touch. She'd masturbated, but nothing she did to herself felt as good as Jack's fingers on her. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in sensation.

"I can't believe I ever forgot this pussy. So fucking perfect," he said reverently.

Maisy jerked when he pushed her thighs even farther apart. Her eyes popped open and she looked down. The carnal view that greeted her made another moan slip from between her lips. Jack had dropped down to his belly and his gaze came up to meet hers just as his tongue came out and he licked her.

"Jack," she whispered, as her hands went to his head. She'd planned to push him away, this particular act feeling far too intimate…but when he licked her again, she instead gripped his hair tightly and pulled him closer.

He chuckled, and Maisy felt his breath against her extremely sensitive folds. Then he devoured her. There was no other word for it.

When women talked about men eating them out, she hadn't thought much about that particular crude phrase. But now she understood. Jack used his nose, his lips, his tongue, even his fingers to stimulate her. He slurped, licked, and sucked, bringing her to the brink in minutes.

All she could do was hold on for dear life as he literally blew her mind. She felt no embarrassment. Only pleasure at this man's hands. When he latched his lips over her clit and used his tongue as a vibrator, she let out a little screech and tried to pull away from him. But he wouldn't let her, his hands clamped around her hips and held her still.

And when his finger slipped inside her body, Maisy whimpered.

She exploded a second later. It was the most intense and pleasurable orgasm she'd ever had in her life. And it seemed to go on and on. Her fists in Jack's hair had to be painful for him, but he didn't let up the assault on her bundle of nerves.

She went limp under him as her orgasm waned. Maisy felt Jack moving but didn't have the strength to open her eyes. It wasn't until she felt him wrap her legs around his waist that she managed to pry up her lids.

And the vision that greeted her would be burned in her mind forever. Jack's hair was mussed and his upper chest was red from exertion. He licked his lips as if he couldn't stand to waste even one drop of her release that was smeared all over his lips and chin.

"I need you. Can I?"

It was then Maisy realized he had his hand around his cock and was slowly stroking himself as his chest heaved with desire. And suddenly, she needed him inside her just as badly as he obviously wanted to be there.

She nodded and put her arms above her head and arched her back. Showing him nonverbally that he could take what he needed.

In response, Jack kneed her thighs even farther apart as he scooted forward. Maisy couldn't take her eyes from his cock. It was leaking precome and actually looked painful. He leaned over her, bracing himself with one hand, while the other guided himself to her core.

Jack had never felt this way before. True, he didn't have memories of making love with his wife to compare to, but he knew without a doubt he'd never been this eager to get inside a woman. It was an honor to get to experience a second first time with Maisy. And she was absolutely glorious. She'd gone off like she hadn't orgasmed in years…which made him feel like shit because he'd obviously neglected her for far too long.

And she came so beautifully. She tasted like heaven and was so damn responsive. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. He'd wanted to make this last, wanted to explore every inch of her, reacquaint himself with his wife. But he couldn't wait. He was two seconds away from exploding and he wanted to be inside her when he did.

Scooting forward, Jack looked down and grimaced. He was leaking precome nonstop and it was only a matter of time before he lost control. He ran the head of his cock through her folds, loving how wet she was. Pride swelled in his chest. He'd done that. He'd made her come so hard she'd soaked not only his face, but the sheet under them as well.

He could smell her muskiness all over him, and he grinned. He pressed the head of his eager and willing cock to her opening and pushed.

Even before Maisy squeaked in alarm, he'd already paused. She was so damn tight! If he didn't know better, he would've said she was a virgin. But that was impossible.

"Jack," she whispered in a wobbly voice.

Tenderness and concern swamped him, making the urge to come recede just a bit. Enough for him to regain control. "Easy, Stellina . You're okay."

"I just…you're so big."

"I am, but you can take me. You've done it before. Relax."

His words didn't seem to have any effect. She was tense under him, and Jack hated that fact with every fiber of his being.

He could feel the blood pumping through his cock, but he resisted the urge to plunge inside the heaven he knew without a doubt was waiting for him. Instead, he moved the hand that had guided himself into her and began to lightly caress her sensitive clit.

She jerked against him, and his cock slipped inside her hot body another inch.

"Look at me, Maisy," he ordered. Her gaze came up to his immediately, which sent satisfaction coursing through Jack. "Don't take your eyes from me, understand?"

She nodded.

"Good. You know what I thought when I was going down on you?"

Her cheeks were bright pink as she shook her head.

"How damn good you taste. How I could spend all night between your legs and die a happy man."

"Jack," she protested with a small wrinkle of her nose.

He grinned, and was immensely pleased when her inner muscles relaxed around him a smidge. "I've never experienced anything as amazing as when you came for me. I could feel you tighten around my finger and all I could think of was how incredible it would feel when you did the same around my cock." He continued to caress her clit as he began to gently ease the head of his cock in and out of her pussy.

"You were made for me, Stellina . I promise not to let so much time go by again so you forget the shape of me deep inside you. Move your legs up for me. Put your feet flat on the mattress. That's it, perfect. Now spread your thighs more. Give me room. Oh yeah…just like that."

The next time Jack gently pushed inside, he got almost all the way in. "Almost there, you're doing beautifully. Just a little more and you'll be taking all of me."

Her gaze hadn't wavered from his, and it made this experience all the more intense. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle and her pupils were slightly dilated as she tried to do as he asked.

He began rubbing her clit hard and fast, and Maisy's eyes widened, her breaths coming faster as she stared up at him. "Again, Maisy. Come for me again."

As if his words were the permission she'd been waiting for, Maisy's muscles tensed and she flew over the edge with a shout.

As she was coming, Jack pushed through her spasming muscles until he was seated to the hilt. Then he held still and gritted his teeth as he reveled in the feel of her hot, wet sheath rippling around his cock.

"Are you in?" she asked in a shaky voice a few seconds later.

"I'm in, baby, and it's so damn good. You feel amazing."

"So do you," she admitted in what seemed like a surprised tone.

It irritated Jack. He'd obviously been a horrible lover in the past. For her to be so tight, it meant he hadn't made love to her in way too long. And her surprise at him wanting to give her multiple orgasms, even her shock that being inside her could feel so good…He vowed then and there to do better. To show her how incredible sex between them could be.

"Are you…are we done?" she asked.

Again, that feeling that he hadn't done right by his wife struck him, but Jack pushed the feeling back. He'd analyze it later; right now, he needed to pleasure his woman. "Not even close," he told her, lifting his hips before sinking back inside her. Their pubic hair meshed together, and he could feel the wetness from her pussy coating his balls.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, reaching up to grab hold of his upper arms. He'd lowered so he was bracing himself on his elbows, cupping her shoulders so he still had good leverage.

"I'm not sure how long I can last," he admitted. "You're so hot and wet that it's all I can do not to lose my load right here and now."

At his words, her inner muscles fluttered around him.

He rocked his hips back and easily glided out of her until just the head of his cock was inside. "You okay with this? I'm not hurting you?"

"Yes. And no. Jack!"

"Jack what?" he teased.

"Move!" she exclaimed.

Letting out a long breath, he relaxed for the first time since he'd realized she was having trouble taking him. "Gladly," he said reverently. "Watch," he told her.

"I thought you told me to look into your eyes."

Jack smiled, and it hit him how much he loved this. Loved that she could tease him. Loved that he could talk dirty to her and she seemed to like it. Loved that he could be fully in control in their bed. He wasn't sure why he needed that control, and he didn't realize until right this moment that he did, but he was relieved that his wife could give that to him. But then again, she was probably very used to his ways in bed.

"And now I want you to see me take you," he told her. "Look at how wet my dick is. It's covered in your come. You're so slippery and hot. You're perfect."

Jack adjusted again to hold his upper body up and just moved his hips, pushing in and out of his wife's pussy. The sight of his come-covered cock was so erotic, and he had a feeling he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life .

"Jack," she whispered as she dug her nails into his arms once again.

"You take me perfectly. You were made for me," Jack told her, feeling the rightness of those words down to his soul. "I'm not letting you go," he informed her. "No matter how things go between us, I'm never leaving you again. I'm not living across the state from you. We're going to work things out before I let that happen again. Maybe I'll just keep you in our bed, your legs spread, and my cock stuffed deep inside you until we figure out our differences."

"Harder, Jack."

"You want more of me?" he asked, loving how desperate she seemed for his cock.

"Yes! Please ."

He might like to be in control, but he instantly disliked the sound of her plea. He wanted her desperate for him, yes—but for some reason, he didn't like hearing her beg.

"Eyes back to mine, Stellina ," he ordered.

She obeyed without hesitation.

"You want something, you've got it. You don't beg me for anything. Ever. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Good, now hold on. This is gonna be hard and fast. That okay?"

"Yes, Jack. Take me. Make me yours."

"You are mine," he said. "Just as I'm yours."

And just like that, his control was gone. He began to fuck her hard and fast, just as he warned. And his wife took all of him. She dug her fingernails into his arms as the pleasure came over him without warning. Shoving himself as far inside her as he could get, his balls contracted, and he exploded so hard he felt dizzy. Jack shot load after load of come deep inside of Maisy, marking her from the inside out. He came so hard, he could feel it leaking out from where they were joined. And somehow it still wasn't enough.

Shifting over her, he reached a hand between them and roughly began to manipulate her clit once more.

"Jack, no…"

"Maisy, yes ," he countered. "I need to feel it again. Milk me, Stellina . Take all I have to give."

Her eyes closed, but he didn't reprimand her. His gaze lovingly ran over her features as she strained to reach the pinnacle once more. When she finally came, it wasn't as intense as the last, but it was no less pleasurable, for her or him.

She was dewy with sweat by the time he rolled them over, so she was lying against him like a weighted blanket. And nothing had ever felt so right. Reaching down, Jack managed to pull the covers over them.

She sighed, and he felt her warm breath gust over his neck. "I should move."

"Why?"

"Because I'm too heavy."

"Says who?"

She lifted her head at that, and Jack couldn't keep the masculine sense of satisfaction from coming over him. She looked thoroughly ravished. He'd done that. He'd turned her inside out. And it felt amazing.

"Me. Um…Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still inside me."

"I am," he agreed .

"Is that…don't you have to get up and clean yourself or something?"

"Why? Is that what I usually did? Leave our bed after filling you up and giving you three orgasms?"

"Um…"

Once more, Jack was overcome with the feeling he was missing something. Something huge. When she didn't respond further, he finally shook his head. "Well, that might be what I did before, but not anymore. I don't want to move. I'm comfortable. Your pussy feels amazing around my cock, even when I'm not hard. I want to stay right where I am for as long as I can. Unless…am I hurting you?"

"No."

He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Good. I'll slip out soon enough. For now, it would please me if you'd let me stay."

"How can I say no to that?" she asked.

Even though it was a rhetorical question, Jack said, "You can't."

They lay snuggled together for a minute or two, then Maisy stiffened.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked, totally in tune with her, especially when he could feel every inch of her because of how she was lying on top of him.

She lifted her eyes. "We…we…didn't use protection."

Jack blinked. "Shit. I assumed…I just thought since we've been married for so long that you had that covered. I'm sorry."

Maisy didn't respond, just continued to look at him with furrowed brows.

"You aren't on birth control?" he asked .

She shook her head.

"Did we use condoms before?"

She paused before resting her head back down on his shoulder. "It's okay," she said softly.

"Look at me, Maisy," Jack ordered. He waited until she'd reluctantly lifted her head to look at him once more. There was worry in her eyes, and he hated that, especially after what they'd just shared. "I'll go and get tested tomorrow. I don't think I would ever cheat on you, but since I can't remember anything about my life until after the accident, I want to make sure. I'd never do anything to put you at risk."

She hesitated a fraction, then nodded.

And the fact that she didn't balk at him going to get tested for any sexually transmitted diseases told him louder than words that she had actually been worried about that. "And I'll get condoms while I'm at it too."

"I…it's not the right time for me," she blurted. "And honestly, I like feeling you. All of you. It's messy, but…does it make me weird to say that I like it?"

Jack smiled at her. "No. I like it too. You want a baby, Stellina ?" he asked gently.

"I shouldn't," she whispered.

"But you do," he said, satisfaction coursing through his veins. He could imagine her pregnant. She'd be absolutely beautiful.

"Maybe."

At the soft admission, Jack felt his cock twitch deep inside her channel. It was as if his dick wanted to make a baby right that second.

She grinned at him.

He returned it. "Thank you," he said softly. "Thank you for giving me another chance. For not giving up on me, on us. I promise not to let you down again."

"You didn't let me down," she protested.

But Jack didn't let her continue. "I did. I obviously didn't live up to the marriage vows I gave you the first time. I was living on the other side of the state, doing who the hell knows what, while you were here, in your brother's house. It's unacceptable. I promise not to leave you again, Stellina . We'll work out any issues that come up. Together."

Her eyes filled with tears.

Jack moved a hand up to the back of her neck and held her still as he lifted his head to kiss her. When he started to get hard again, he pushed the blanket off them and said, "I don't have the willpower to pull out of you. So we need to stop until I can get tested."

Maisy bit her lip, then slowly sat up astride him, pushing his cock deeper. She braced her hands on his chest and stared down at him even as she wiggled until her knees were on either side of his hips. "I trust you, Jack."

"Maisy," he warned, his hands going to her hips. He wanted to pull her off, but he didn't have the willpower. And when she lifted up an inch before sinking back down, they both groaned.

Jack stared at her tits, which were perfect. They weren't overly large, weren't too small, and when she moved, they jiggled enticingly. He captured one in his hand and squeezed.

She lifted off his dick once more, sinking down harder this time.

"That's it, Stellina . Ride me. Fuck your husband good and hard."

His words made her inner muscles tighten around him once more as she began to move faster. He memorized this moment. His wife taking him, her head thrown back, her tits bouncing with every move. Even though he couldn't remember, he had a feeling he'd never seen anything so goddamn sexy in all his life.

She took him hard and fast, her movements quickly becoming uncoordinated, even clumsy, making the moment more memorable. It was as if this was her first time being on top, which had to be impossible. With a woman like this as his wife, Jack was positive he'd had her in every position imaginable. But since his memory had failed him, he had no problem learning all over what they liked best.

And he definitely liked this.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. Her hand moved immediately, going between her legs and manipulating her clit as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

The second he felt her muscles tense, he rolled them, fucking her hard through her orgasm until his own came upon him. Once more, he filled her with his release. Except this time he couldn't help but think about the possibility of getting her pregnant. It should've scared the crap out of him, but instead it felt…right.

After catching his breath, Jack slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He wet a washcloth and cleaned himself up before returning to the bedroom and cleaning their combined release from between her legs. Jack didn't miss the blush that swept over his wife's face. One more thing he obviously hadn't done before. He'd been an idiot, that had to be the only answer to why she sometimes acted so surprised at the things he did .

After returning the washcloth to the bathroom, he slipped back into bed and pulled Maisy into his arms. They were both naked, and it felt wonderful to have her lying skin-to-skin against him. She fell asleep almost immediately, snuggled close, but Jack lay awake for quite a while, thinking.

He still couldn't remember anything past waking up in this room, but for some reason, holding Maisy felt…odd. It was amazing, and he loved it, but it felt new . Not like something he'd done for years.

The feeling worried him.

Berating himself yet again, Jack made a mental vow to be a much better husband. If he hadn't slept with her in his arms every single night, he was a fucking idiot. Because there was nothing better than the feel of this sleepy, snuggly woman against his heart.

Did he love her?

Jack thought about that question for a long moment. He was married to her, so he had to love her at one point. But the fact that he had no memories of their life together was a little disconcerting. He wanted to say of course he loved his wife, but honestly, with his memory gone, it felt as if he'd only known her for a week. He cared about her, yes. He worried about her, and the obviously strained relationship with her brother. Something was off about that, but he hadn't been able to put his finger on what the problem was, exactly…yet.

He felt protective of her…but love? He was ashamed to admit that he wasn't sure he was there yet. He'd never admit it to Maisy, as that would probably gut her. She was a woman who loved hard and deep. He could tell that about her even after only a week .

Love would come. He'd fallen for her once, he would again. Of that he had no doubt. For now, the connection he felt with her, both emotionally and physically, was enough. The sex was amazing, and that had to be because they'd been in love before. His body obviously remembered her, even if his brain didn't.

Maisy stirred against him, and Jack turned his head and kissed her temple. She immediately settled and that warm feeling in his chest grew. Yeah, he could definitely fall back in love with his wife. It was only a matter of time.

Jack had a lot of other shit he needed to figure out, but this? His marriage? It was solid. He'd make sure it stayed that way, no matter what.