Forget Me Not (Lily's story)
Title: Forget Me Not
Author: Sarah Daltry
Cover: Shoutlines Design
18+ New Adult romance
This isn’t a sweet and innocent coming of age story. If dirty talk, bedroom toys, and threesomes offend you… this is not your book. There are also no billionaires, strippers, or virgins. This is just the story of typical college kids trying to connect to each other.
“No one tells you when you start school just how homesick you will be, or how hard it will be to start life over with no direction and no friends or family. No one says that becoming your own person is terrifying.”
Lily Drummond has never wanted anything but Derek, her brother's best friend. When she chooses to go to a different college than him after a year together, she thinks nothing will change. However, she soon finds that she's not sure who she's supposed to be, and she also doesn't think he's what he was.
Things grow more complicated when Lily meets Jack. If Derek is the guy who fits into her plans, Jack is the guy who makes plans seem irrelevant. Not only is Lily devastatingly attracted to Jack, but something about him also makes her want to know him, and not just physically. Jack, however, has had a rough road, and he's afraid to let Lily in.
As Jack finally begins to open up, though, Derek reminds Lily of what they have worth fighting for. Lily is left standing in the middle, but she's also left to decide what part of her life belongs to her. Can she find love without losing herself completely?
When we get back to Jack’s room, it’s awkward, because I know that he knows that I have things that I want to try. He just watches me, sitting on his bed, as I cross my legs, uncross them, and then cross them again. The tingling is intense. I want to mention things I’d like to try, to gauge how tonight will go. I don’t doubt that Jack is up for almost anything, but I’m still afraid that my fantasies are crazier than he might be expecting. I doubt it, but no one I know talks openly about these sorts of things. Abby might be able to help, but of course, I can’t call her. And I am certainly not going to discuss my fantasies online while she’s using an internet cafe in a random European city. I’m still a little embarrassed about my own desires. I really don’t need Jacques or Pierre or some other French-sounding guy to be privy to them. I can’t even express them to Jack and he’s already fucked me several times.
“Princess,” he says, after I’ve sat here staring and crossing my legs a few more times, “there is nothing you can say that will shock me – and there is nothing I would not do with that sweet cunt.”
“I’ve never really tried a lot of things,” I say, relief that he can tell what I’m thinking overcoming my nerves. He’s sitting across from me, in his chair, just watching me react and it’s both intrusive and erotic. It’s those damn eyes, I swear. They’re unreal.
“Well, I’ve tried plenty,” he says and, rather than making me jealous, the confirmation excites me. “How about you let me surprise you? I think I have some ideas.”
“Please.” I like leaving it up to him, because it keeps me from feeling like I’m weird for what I want. I also get the impression that he knows just what will please me and I’m looking forward to seeing him try. I’m already wet just thinking about how good it was last night. Tonight, I don’t have whiskey or the rage about Derek to stop me from experiencing everything Jack offers.
He goes into his dresser drawer and pulls out handcuffs, a black silk scarf, and a ball gag. Apparently, he wasn’t kidding about his experience. I don’t know what to say about the fact that he keeps sex toys in his dorm room dresser. It both scares me and gets me even more excited. Of all the things I could have hoped that he would have planned, the three objects in his hands are the ideal. I want to be told what to do, to be at his mercy. I want to lose myself to Jack.
He approaches me, his smile huge. He teases my arms with his fingertips and then he flips me over without a word, handcuffing my hands to the metal bed frame. He reaches around my face and slips the ball gag into place. The rubber keeps me from making a sound, but it isn’t uncomfortable. In fact, I have to admit I like the way this whole scenario makes me feel.
He’s pressed against me from behind, clearly aroused, and he runs a hand down to my breasts. “I’m going to enjoy making you scream and being the only one who knows how much you like it,” he whispers. He moves his hand over my ass and I almost come right there. Jack is a lot of things and sexy as hell is at the top of the list. He slides my skirt up around my waist and laughs. “No panties. Oh Christ, you are amazing.”