I'll Remember You (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter

me to stroke you, Cowboy?”
    “God, yes,” he moaned. “I’ll die if you don’t. Ahhhh.” He sighed as her little hand grasped him, her fingers not quite meeting around his girth. And when she started to pump him, he almost lost his mind. She worked his cock, her lips and tongue still tracing erotic patterns on his back. Austin couldn’t keep his hips still. Helplessly, his hips bucked forward, needing to pound into her soft, wet pussy more than he needed life. “God, baby, this feels so good.”
    “There is no one like you. No one,” she whispered. “I’ve loved you for so long. I’ll love you forever.”
    Her words made his blood boil, the heat and desire rising in his balls, making him stand on tiptoe. God, he needed to cum. It had been so long—not since…Lord, he could remember how it felt to pound into her, how tight she was, how perfectly they fit together. “L…Love,” he cried as she jerked him off, the white, hot jets of semen splashing against the wall. Austin grunted, his whole body convulsing with ecstasy. For long moments, he pulsed, his heart pounding. Her hands slid from his body. Her touch evaporated in the steam. Austin let his cock go and collapsed against the wall, spent.
    “I’ll remember you,” he promised. “I’ll remember you, or die trying.”
    Getting out of the shower, he toweled off. God, it had felt good to masturbate. Most men would say he was crazy to forego the pleasures of fucking Martina, especially when she offered herself to him so blatantly. But something, or someone held him back. And it had to do with this coin…Austin picked it up and looked at it once more, all the while trying to force himself to remember more, but there seemed to be a dead-bolt on the gate to his memories.
    Dressing in all black from denims, to a western jacket, hat and boots, he was ready to go. Before leaving the room, he put the coin in the front pocket of his pants. It seemed to comfort him, somehow. Heading down the stairs, he was surprised to see Martina coming through the door.
    “Darling!” She ran to give him a kiss. He hated to be so indifferent, but Austin couldn’t shake the sense of betrayal every time he even casually touched her. There was someone else, somewhere who loved him, whom he adored. He was sure of it. He could feel it. 
    “Martina.” He allowed the kiss on his cheek and gave her a smile. “You’re looking well.”
    She seemed to bask in his faint praise. “Thank you.” She grabbed his hand. “Come with me to the kitchen. I have something I want to show you.”
    He followed her, not willing to dampen her good spirits. “I want to talk to you about a few things, also. If you have the time.”
    Martina looked at Aron McCoy. “You are one gorgeous man.” She ran an appreciative hand over the sleeve of the jacket. Her secretary had done a good job picking out clothes. Leaning in, she stole a kiss before he could even react. Tonight would be hard; she had to break the news to Alessandra that a marriage to Joaquin Rios would be the best for all concerned.
    He didn’t respond, but he smiled, taking down a couple of coffee cups from the cabinet. “Coffee?”
    “Yes, please.” After Esteban had voiced his proposal, she had considered it. Conceivably, at some point in the future, the cartels could be united under her leadership. At the thought, she stood straighter. Now, all she had to do was bring Aron/Austin into the fold. Together they would be a formidable team. “I am so glad you’re with me,” she confessed, sending a little oración to the skies—and yes, she did still pray. Justifying her actions might be difficult, but providing for and protecting her family shouldn’t be a crime.
    “I am very grateful you have taken care of me.” Austin was careful how he answered. He was grateful. If what she’d told him had all been true, Martina had saved his life. He could have drowned. Then he’d never find…never remember the woman who haunted his