Chapter 20
Brittany
I gently chew my bottom lip as I walk around the exam room, my eyes taking in every detail.
The pictures on the wall of me grinning with different animals, including Angel.
The equipment, the tables. I wish something, anything, would come back, but nothing has, and that frustrates me more than anything.
This is where I apparently hid Angel when her owner brought her in for a check-up, which I’m beginning to see was to make sure she didn’t have anything that could transfer to his dog once he chewed her to pieces. This is also apparently where he came to pursue me…
Asher is currently leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, after my old supervisor, Pauline, who spent twenty minutes checking me over and demanding that I come back to work as soon as I regain my memories – something I don’t even know will happen – left us to it.
Apparently she was also the one who gave me my very first scan and I didn’t believe it.
“Don’t try and force it, Tinkerbell,” Asher says softly, but I shake my head with frustration and run my fingers through my hair.
“I feel like I’m going insane,” I admit as I look at him, “I feel a sense of happiness here, yet I remember nothing, and then I’ll feel like I don’t want my memories back to then suddenly praying for them.”
I shake my head and look around the room again, frustration building higher and higher before my eyes settle on the counter, and I frown, but then flinch.
Doc grinds his cock against my center, and my need for him doubles as I kiss him harder and push back against him, needing the friction, needing to feel him but he breaks the kiss.
Before I can complain, he pulls me off the counter, spins me around, then bends me over, one hand in the middle of my back, and I gasp, “Doc!” as he pulls my ass out then hooks his fingers inside my scrub pants…
“Tinkerbell?” Asher questions me before he suddenly moves into my space despite stating he would keep his distance so I can look around, cupping my jaw with concern as I rub my forehead, shooting sharp pains behind my eyes making me feel dizzy.
My legs wobble, and he quickly wraps his arm around me, holding me to him, and I grip his cut for support as I breathe deeply.
After a few minutes of squeezing my eyes tight, I blink and look up at him, our eyes instantly locking.
“How’s the pain?” he asks as he gently runs his fingers through my hair, then rubs the back of my head.
“About a five now,” I croak, then ask, “Am I going to always get these pains whenever I remember something?”
“No baby,” he whispers, his eyes looking over me with worry, “It should only be temporary, but the more you try to force it, the more your body struggles.”
I take a deep breath as I lay my forehead against his chest, and he asks, “What was the flashback?”
I know my cheeks are heating, but by the smirk he gives me when I look at him, then side eye the counter, he confirms it.
“That was a very good day,” he murmurs, and I shake my head, not making eye contact with him, and he laughs as he pulls back a little.
He opens his mouth to say something, but the door opens, gaining our attention, and a woman who was on the phone when I walked in and got the biggest hug from Pauline looks at me with distaste.
Huh, what did I do to piss her off?
Her hazel eyes go to Asher, and even I can see the lust shining in them as she tries to subtly pull apart her blouse.
Of course.
She looks back at me, then to the arm around my waist, and jealousy expels from her.
Have they slept together?
The thought makes my stomach twinge with a knot, and I swallow hard as she crosses her arms over her chest. She is ensuring to push up her tits more, hoping to gain Asher’s attention and sneers, “You’ve got some balls to show up here after months with no contact, leaving us in the lurch!”
My brows raise as Asher growls, his hand tightening around my waist.
Gently rubbing his chest to keep him calm, something I realize I did a lot when we were together, I ask, “Do I know you?” because seriously, I don’t recognize her.
Was she here when I apparently worked here?
I mean, it’s obvious she’s jealous I have Asher’s sole attention, but did I do something else to piss her off?
Her cheeks redden with anger before she scoffs, “Oh, so you’re playing games now,” she curls her lip and informs me, “We went to school together!”
“So I’m guessing we weren’t friends?” I ask the obvious.
Asher snorts while the receptionist growls, “Are you on fucking drugs or something?”
Asher loses his cool before I can speak back, clearly fed up with this woman being a bitch, and snaps, “She has memory loss, Harper!”
Harper. Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.
Harper's eyes widen in shock, and her mouth parts, but I shrug and admit, “I didn’t even remember my own name when I woke up from a two month coma only to see I was pregnant and it scared half to death.”
“Pre-pregnant?” Harper stutters, and Asher jumps in and confirms, “Yes, pregnant, with my daughter!”
Her cheeks pale frighteningly fast before she clears her throat and confirms, “No, we weren’t friends, you were busy with your nose in a book,” before she quickly turns around and rushes out of the room.
“Fucking patch chaser,” Asher mumbles, and I confirm, “So I was basically a nerd in school?”
He chuckles, “My nerd.” and I can’t help but smile before it drops as I look at the door she left, and I state, “You slept with her, haven’t you?”
“Shit,” he mutters, making me smirk before he clears his throat and reluctantly admits, “Way before we met.”
I hum and confirm, “And I’m guessing you never told me?”
He clears his throat, confirming my thoughts without having to voice them, and I eye the door as jealousy fills me before I confess, “I don’t like it.”
He grins as he pulls me into him, I grip his arms as we lock eyes, his racing between mine before he gently cups my jaw.
“Can I kiss you, Tinkerbell?” he asks, and I swear my stomach flips.
“Is that the first time you’ve asked me that?” I ask instead of answering, my nerves filling me.
Will it feel like a first kiss if I say yes?
What if I do it wrong?
“It is,” he admits before he gently leans down and rubs his nose against mine, then whispers, “I wanted to be a gentleman, but you know what, fuck it, I’ve missed those lips,” before he presses his soft lips against mine in a firm, hard kiss.
I melt into him as fireworks shoot off behind my eyes before all too soon, he breaks the kiss and rasps, “Come on, let’s go pick up our daughter before my mama holds her hostage and go home.”
My eyes race between his. I didn’t even put up a complaint when he mentioned leaving Bailey with his mama while we came here to see if anything came back, knowing I wasn’t ready for my house yet.
Something deep inside me told me she would protect her with her life. Heck, she nearly castrated her husband just because she wanted to meet me and her granddaughter, and now, as he says home, a warm feeling fills me.
It feels like home more now, just as Meghan said it would, and that is a very scary thought.
I smile softly as I watch Bailey sleep soundly in her crib, which Asher bought for her, her little chest rising and falling steadily.
We’ve been back for an hour after spending two hours at his parents' home, trying to get our daughter back, and ended up staying for lunch.
I have to admit, though, his mama can cook which according to Asher, so can I, something I clearly haven’t remember yet.
As soon as we got back, I nursed Bailey, bathed her, then put her to bed. Since we’ve been here, she’s gone to sleep so much easier.
It’s like she knows this is her home.
Again, that is a very scary feeling, especially when I don’t have my memories back yet.
Sighing softly, I place a gentle kiss on my daughter's head before turning to walk out of her light pink nursery that is set up for a princess. I smile seeing Asher leaning against the doorframe, watching us with a loving smile I know not to dig into.
He had already made it perfectly clear that he loved me, he just never told me but something deep down tells me he showed me every day and that I over looked it.
“I fucking love that sight,” he whispers, “You and her…”
My pulse flutters with his words before I take in his attire, or lack of, and I swallow my tongue.
Holy cannoli.
Wet hair, abs, tattoos, hair going from his belly button to the towel that is wrapped around his waist.
I think I swallowed my tongue.
Asher pushes off the doorframe as I walk closer before he cups my cheek with one hand, then wraps his other around my waist, and our eyes lock.
“Like what you see, Tinkerbell?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye, and I know by the grin that spreads on his handsome face, his dimples I’m becoming to love popping out, that I’m blushing – hard.
“You’re not too bad to look at,” I sass despite the blushing I can feel, the heat of my cheeks spreading.
“There’s my girl,” he whispers, and we lock eyes again, “You’d always sass at me if I gave myself a big head.”
My mouth parts at his confession before he admits, “I don’t want you staying in the guest room again tonight, Tinkerbell, I need you in my arms.”
My eyes race between his, and I don’t know why I do it, but my body moves before my mind can catch up. I go up on my tiptoes and press my lips against his as I run my fingers through his hair. He groans as he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress lifting up with the process.
He licks my lips, and I open willingly before our tongues tangle and shivers run through my body.
“I want you, Tinkerbell…” He whispers against my lips as he breaks the kiss, our eyes instantly locking, and I breathe heavy.
It won’t hurt, I know it won’t, but what if I do it wrong?
What if he hates it?
What if I regret saying no?
“Okay,” I whisper despite the fear running through me.
He looks at me for a few more seconds before pressing his lips against mine, his tongue instantly pushing into my mouth, tangling with mine, and he heats up the kiss as I feel us move before suddenly my back hits a soft mattress and our kiss getting hotter.
He bites my lip, then sucks it into his mouth, and my clit throbs.
Without thinking too much about it, I reach down and remove his towel as his hands grab my dress and lift it up before breaking the kiss. He leans up off me, removing the fabric, then instantly his lips are back on mine as his hands grip my panties and pull, tearing them from my body.
I gasp in his mouth, and he swallows the sound before I tense a little, feeling his cock at my entrance.
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t reassure me, knowing I may pull back, and he thrusts forward in one thrust, and I gasp as I break the kiss before stilling, and dizziness takes hold as pain shoots through my eyes.
“I’ve never done this before…”
I blink as Asher cups my jaw and asks, “Another flashback?”
I swallow hard and nod before confirming, “You were my first?”
His eyes soften as he gently runs his thumb over my jaw and gently lifts my left leg up, placing it over his hip to give him a better angle then leans down, our lips just touching as he murmurs, “Damn fucking right I was. Your first, your only and you’re last.” before pressing his lips against mine as he slowly moves his hips as he glides his fingers up my arms before linking our fingers and placing them on the bed near my head.
“Mine,” he whispers against my lips before placing his forehead against mine, and our eyes lock as he makes love to me, showing me exactly what I mean to him.
My heart feels so full, I think it may explode.
My eyes tear up as I squeeze his hands, hoping and praying I remember this man, remember everything —the good, the bad, everything.