Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (books successful people read txt) 📗

“Will you hold me now?  I would love to be held.”

Such a sweet request.  “Of course, I’ll hold you.  Let’s get you washed off first, and then I’ll hold you all night long.”  He pulled her up and she nestled right into his body.  “Oh, you are so cuddly.”  Squirting some liquid soap in his hands, he began to wash her arms and back, kissing her face and neck as she sighed and purred for him.  While his hands were soothing her, she lay her head on his chest and just relaxed – fully and completely relaxed, perhaps for the first time in her life.

Chapter Six

Sleeping with Patrick was actually going to be more intimate than making love with him.  Savannah was almost giddy at the idea.  Never had she had someone to snuggle with or curl up against in bed.  Sadly enough, she had no memory of being held as a child.  So the prospect of lying in Patrick’s arms was unfathomable.

“Which side can I have?”

“I’l let you have either,” she offered.  “Usually I end up on the floor anyway.”

“What?” he didn’t understand.

She shrugged her shoulders.  “It’s nothing.  Most of the time when I was in foster care, I didn’t have a bed. I slept on a pallet on the floor.  Old habits are hard to break.”

Damn.  She just broke his heart.  “Your days of sleeping on the floor are over, Missy.”  He crawled in the bed and Savannah had to hide a smile – he looked like Achilles or Thor lounging and waiting to be fed grapes.  There really wasn’t a whole lot of room left over.  “I think I need a bigger bed.”

Patrick chuckled.  “No you don’t.  Cause we’re gonna sleep close.  In fact, you can just lie on top of me.”

Now that sounded like a plan.  “Thank you for today,” she couldn’t hide a yawn.  “I had a really good time.  I’ll never forget any of it.”

“Damn straight, you won’t forget it. I’m not going to give you a chance to forget me.”  When they had finished their shower, he had opted to sleep nude, but she had automatically put on night clothes.  “Lose the jammies, Cupcake.  I want to sleep skin on skin.”  Bless her heart, she gave him the sweetest smile and whisked the baby doll top off leaving her in a pair of very tiny panties.

“These too?”

“Oh yeah, please.”  She pulled them off and threw the scrap of silk at him.  Patrick caught them, handily.

“Are you naked under there?”

Patrick lifted the blankets and peered in. "Too dark under there to tell. Why don't you come help me figure it out?"

"Well," Savannah started. "I do enjoy helping people."

Patrick grinned, not only was she sexy and sweet, but she was playful too and it drove him around the bend.

He flipped the covers back.  He was semi-erect, but she was tired, and if the truth be known – he was, too.  But when she crawled on her hands and knees toward him with her bouncy, luscious tits hanging down, he almost changed his mind.

“This is going to be great,” she giggled as she came even with his knees.

Patrick held his arms out and she came into them, and he carefully arranged her body on top of his.  “Now, you can rest.”

As sleep came and dreams unfolded, Savannah knew that somewhere, someone was looking out for her.  She was alone no more.

*****

“Granddad?” Savannah stood by Patrick at the bedside of an elderly man who bore a great resemblance to his grandson.

The old gentleman opened faded blue eyes and smiled at them.  “Hello.”

Patrick walked over and hugged him.  “I am so glad to see you.  Savannah, this is Paddy O’Rourke.  Granddad, this is my Savannah.”

Savannah leaned over and kissed the paper thin cheek.  “It’s wonderful to meet you.  I’ve heard so many good things about you from Patrick.”  She could barely talk for the lump in her throat.

“I love to have company,” Paddy stated simply.

“We brought that information you wanted.”  Patrick laid two folders on top of the bed covers.  “You’ll have a good time with all of this.”

“Yes, we discovered that you are related to the Melancons.  That’s a huge family here in Louisiana, we can locate many family members for you; I’m sure.”

Patrick watched his granddad open the material and smile, touching the pages lovingly.  “Good.  I am grateful.”  Then, he turned his gaze to Patrick.  “Do I know you?  I can’t place your face.”

Savannah watched Patrick’s countenance fall.  “You don’t remember me, Pop?  I’m Patrick, your namesake, your grandson.”

“Oh no,” the old man shook his head.  “My Patrick is a little fellow.  I don’t know you.”

Putting her arms around Patrick, she felt his big, powerful body tremble.  “That’s okay.”  He patted the old man’s hand.  “I love you and I’ll never forget you.”

“Sit down and talk to me for a while, I get lonely.”  Savannah gathered chairs and pulled them over for her and Patrick.  Then she sat down beside him as he reminisced with someone who could not recall the memories, but who smiled at the images his grandson painted.  Savannah loved Patrick before – but seeing him be so gentle and kind to the man who had raised him, made her worship the ground he walked on.  There was no else in the whole world like him – and, if she wasn’t badly mistaken, he belonged to her.

*****

“What did you need to buy in the dollar store that was so secret?”

Savannah was glad Patrick could smile.  She had been worried about him.  When his grandfather hadn’t recognized him, she knew it broke his heart.  “You’ll know soon enough, it’s a surprise.”

“Hmmmm, let me see.  Is it chocolate syrup that I can lick off your nipples?”

“No, but that sounds interesting.  I think I have some at home.”

“Ha!  You’re so funny,” Patrick pulled her across for a kiss.  “Is it some of those tubes of his-and-her lube that can make