“What?” I asked, unable to hide my own grin at her apparent happiness.
“You just remembered a whole lot.”
Relief at the realization hit me. “Yeah, I reckon I did.” I dropped the sponge. “Oops. Where’d it go?” My hand plunged into the water and slipped between Lunette’s thighs. “Maybe here?”
She giggled and squirmed her hips. I took the opportunity to grab her ass as I leaned over the tub. Pushing my luck, I stroked my fingers against her slit. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t shove me away. A groan vibrated from my mouth at my first feel of her gorgeous pussy. Taking my time exploring her, I slipped two fingers inside.
Her back arched, and she moaned, sloshing the bathwater over the side of the tub as she did. “That feels so good,” she whimpered, her hips grinding as my fingers hooked inside of her.
“How about I stretch you out some more?”
“Yes, please.”
“Goddamn,” I groaned, slipping in a third finger. “You’re so tight.”
The way her body moved beneath the surface of the water, the rose scent in the air, and the flush across her cheeks—it all could have been a painting, it was so lovely. All I could do was relish the sensation of having her wrapped around my fingers, her wetness coating me up to my knuckles. “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, holding onto my arm. “Keep going.”
“Nothing in this world could get me to stop fucking you right now,” I gritted out, moving harder and faster. “Come on, Lunette, give me what’s mine.”
That was becoming our phrase. And Lunette Selene, the white witch, was becomingmine.
The walls of her pussy clenched tight around my three fingers. She let out a moan that echoed off the tile as I kept my pace while her hips rocked in the bath. My shirt and sleeves were soaked, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted was her orgasm, and she gave it to me. One after the next, she came on my fingers over and over again.
Finally, when her body relaxed, her pussy fluttered around me, but I stayed put. Reaching down, she slowly removed my hand and let out a contented sigh. “Let’s get some more warm water in here, it’s getting cold.” I did as I was told and drained the cool water, refilling the tub with bubbles and steam once more. “Now, get in with me. I want you to hold me… please?”
“Gladly,” I answered, standing. I unbuttoned my wet shirt, loosened my suspenders, and dropped them to the floor before kicking off my belt, boxers, and trousers. Lunette watched with idle fascination, taking in my naked form before I climbed in.
“You’re so muscular.”
“You’re so delicate. Never saw a day of work in your life, huh?” I got splashed for that, and we both laughed as I settled into the water. The heat soothed my bones, and I relaxed between Lune’s legs, leaning back onto her tits. She wrapped her arms around me, lazily running the soapy sponge up my shoulders and down my arms.
Out of nowhere, I had an idea. Like most thoughts of mine, I spoke them without turning them over in my mind. “May I take you on a date? A picnic or something?”
My bath partner was silent for a long moment. I wished I could see her face, read her expression. The sponge stilled on my shoulder, dripping suds down my chest.
Finally, she spoke, though I’d wished she’d stayed silent, or wished I’d kept my mouth shut and not ruined the moment.
“No, Shiloh. I’m sorry, but my heart belongs to another. Alaric will always be my one true love.”
In that moment, I wished I could erase my memory all over again.
We avoided each other after the bath, drying off awkwardly, pulling on robes, and going our separate ways. Lunette did call after me that my clothes would be cleaned, and that freshly laundered ones were awaiting me in the dresser in my room. My room in her house. What was I even doing here? Fucking a witch who didn’t want me, could never want me. Opening the top drawer, I pulled out a pair of my mysteriously, probably magically, laundered boxers and something clanked. Pulling itout, the silver locket I’d forgotten about dangled by its chain. Where had I acquired such a thing? Who was C.M.D.? After pulling on my pants, shirt, and suspenders, I shoved the necklace into my pocket to inspect later. Maybe keeping it with me would help jog more memories to life. The house was big, cold, and full of meows. Despite the hundreds of cats I stepped over on my way out, the big house suddenly felt pretty lonely. There was no sight of Lunette as I exited, pulling on my boots by the front door, because god forbid I track mud into her perfect marble home. Her perfect home with a study made for her dead fiancé. A dead fiancé she still loved. A man she fought every night to bring back to life. Meanwhile, I’m fucking her, hoping her pussy would get me closer to her heart. Clearly, after my recent date proposal rejection, I was learning that wasn’t the case.
Wandering down the garden path and into the cold streets of Hollows Grove, I left Lunette behind, at least for now. She’d told me not to go off on my own, but why should she care? Clearly, she didn’t. Passing by a spiked fence, a gold plaque with an inscription caught my eye.
Home of Alaric Lonesome
May He Rest in Peace.
The three-story city apartment stood over me as thick as his haunting memory. Pushing the fence open, I ascended the stairs and knocked on the door. Promptly, a maid emerged. “Hello, are you here for a self-guided tour?”
“A tour?”
“Yes, tours of the historic Lonesome House are from two to five daily.”
“Sure, I’m here for a tour.”
The maid let me in and swiftly disappeared into whatever tasks it takes to maintain a dead guy’s home. The place was as brown and manly as the study in Lunette’s manor. Only this apartment had animal heads on the walls. Not something I’d imagine Lunette would approve of, with her love of furry creatures. With no clear objective in mind, I judged the man’s birch and forest green bedroom, his billiard room that smelled of musty cigar smoke, and finally stumbled upon his office. The desk still sat with stacks of papers, as if the guy were out to lunch and could walk back in at any moment. Checking over my shoulder for the maid, I sat behind the oak desk in Alaric’s squeaky chair and shuffled through the paperwork.
