by Jan Springer
Shit! Now that she thought about it, even her fellow nurses had commented on what a cute couple they would make. She’d never felt so sexually attracted to a man before. Maybe she should have said something to Connor. Should have followed through on the sexual attraction.
Sadness enveloped her as she remembered how professional she’d acted with him. In the end she’d let him go with nothing but a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. When he’d left, she’d cried her eyes out in the nurses’ lounge for hours.
It had been just over a month since he’d been gone. He’d never come back or even called. Not that she’d expected him to.
The sound of the elevator doors opening ripped her from her sadness. Stepping out into the deserted hospital parking garage her neck tingled a warning a split second before two shadowy figures dressed in black parkas suddenly stepped in front of her. Icy tendrils of caution slithered up her spine as she moved to get around them. They barred her way. Both wore smug grins.
Shit! Was this a robbery? Attempted rape? Or could it be…them.
The familiar charge of adrenaline screamed through her.
“Nurse Tangle Sparks, we presume,” one of the men said sharply.
It was them. She relaxed if only a bit. She didn’t recognize their faces. She never did. They always sent the new ones. Someone she wouldn’t suspect as being part of the organization.
But whoever came for her, she never went down without a fight. When the men reached for her, she managed to elbow the closest one in the stomach. A direct hit if his gasp of pain was an indication.
“You little bitch!” The other one reached for her. She tried to elbow him too, but he anticipated her move and wrenched her arms painfully behind her back effectively disabling her.
The one she’d socked in the stomach came around in front of her.
Pain and anger glistened in his eyes. Oh yeah, she’d gotten him good. Served him right for not being careful.
“You really shouldn’t go around hitting men you don’t know,” he hissed.
“You shouldn’t go around picking on women you don’t know,” she retorted, and braced herself as his hand came up and he gently brushed the back of his knuckles along her jaw.
“Very nice. Very nice. I bet you’ll be a really good fuck.”
She twisted against the guy holding her arms. Tried to get free. He was way too strong.
Shit! She was getting too old for this.
She tensed as the screech of tires came from around a nearby corner. A split second later a white van pulled up.
Every cell in her body screamed at her to pull herself free before they dragged her into the vehicle. But she was so paralyzed from the fantastic rush of adrenaline screaming through her she could barely fight them as they pushed her into the van and forced her to sit on a bench seat.
Her breath came hard and fast as her kidnappers stared at her. Their eyes sparkled with lust making their intensions quite clear.
“Please, stay a while, Nurse Sparks, but first…take off all your clothes.”
* * * * *
One day later…
Lusciously hot water cocooned Tangle’s muscles. She sat naked in the steaming outdoor hot tub on the balcony of the tiny two story log chalet and watched her breath turn a frosty white as it collided with the cold Canadian Rocky Mountain winter air. Snowflakes swirled madly around her in the quickly descending darkness. The flakes that weren’t devoured by the heat of the tub dove past the chalet and plummeted into the nearby valley adding themselves to snow-covered pine trees or crashing against the exposed jagged rocks of the nearby mountainside.
The sight would literally be breathtaking, but right then, all she could do was wince at the sore muscles that protested movement in various parts of her body and relish the sweet fullness of the butt plug sitting snugly in her ass.
She’d been thrilled when Kidnap Fantasies had contacted her so quickly after she’d requested an assignment for this Christmas weekend.
Having herself kidnapped had always been a thrill-seeking adventure for her. When she needed a break from her high-stress job she would put in a request with the top secret company she sometimes worked for. They delivered dependable males to kidnap her and take her to her assignment of servicing a man or a woman, whatever she was in the mood for at the time.
Her kidnappings were always realistic and unexpected. The rush of being abducted left her terribly horny afterwards and it allowed her to ease quicker into her assignments.
For this gig, the men who’d kidnapped her had told her to remove her clothing. She’d been instructed to lie on the bench seat with her legs in portable stirrups where they’d been able to give her an intimate vaginal and anal inspection on the go along with blood tests.
Kidnap Fantasies had a mobile lab and got their lab results quickly. They never took any chances with their employees or clients’ sexual health and she was subjected to frequent medical examinations to make sure she was clean of sexually transmitted diseases.
After the intimate exam, she’d been put on a flight to Calgary, met by a Kidnap Fantasies employee and brought to this cute little place on the mountainside.
Here she’d spend the entire Christmas-long holiday weekend enjoying no-strings sexual relationship with a stranger. She knew she’d be safe with her clients because they were also screened for any medical or psychological problems just as she was.
Up until this time she’d enjoyed her secret kidnap fetish and odd sex life.
But now as she sat soaking in the hot tub awaiting the stranger all she could think about was her green-eyed sexy soldier.
* * * * *
Later that same night…
Connor waved goodbye to the Kidnap Fantasies escort named Santana who’d picked him up at the Calgary airport and driven him to this log chalet nestled in the Canadian Rockies.
Because of the darkness he couldn’t see the scenic mountains, but his guide reassured him they were all around them and tomorrow he’d get an awesome view from the chalet’s numerous arched windows.
So there he stood. A couple thousand feet up on the side of a mountain with suitcase in chilly hand as he watched the red taillights of the KF car disappear down the recently plowed mountainside road.
Despite his nervousness and the sharp snowflakes biting his face, he grinned at the swirls of smoke rushing out of the two chimneys of the small two-story log chalet. Illuminated by a handful of outdoor lights it was obvious the woman who would be his to do with as he pleased during the Christmas holiday weekend was already here.
He wondered what kind of woman would give up her holidays to spend time with a complete stranger. Hell, she was probably someone just as hard up for some hot and heavy sex and a couple of cozy evenings by the fire as he was.
The chalet had been built with square-hewn logs that had turned silver-gray with time. Pale blue shutters and miniature white Christmas lights adorned each arched window. A cranberry-colored door decorated with garland beckoned him a welcome.
Connor took a deep breath to steady his nerves.
Kidnap Fantasies had set everything up within forty-eight hours of his calling the number on the brochure requesting pickup of the questionnaire. He’d given them a delicious outline of what he’d like to try and the type of woman he wanted.
The fantasy, he had no doubt they could fulfill. But he knew the woman would never be like Nurse Sparks. No one could be like his cute blonde nurse.
Maybe having some hot and heavy sex with a Nurse Sparks look-alike would get the real nurse out of his system.
Yeah right. And he was Santa Claus.
At the front door he noticed the erotic-shaped knocker made out of brass. Shaped like a woman’s breast. It made him smile and a little of his nervousness slipped away at the amusing sight. Grabbing the gold ring hanging off the plump metal nipple, he lifted the heavy breast and knocked a couple of times.
He waited.
No answer.
He knocked again. Still no answer.
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nbsp; Great. So much for a warm welcoming committee.
He tried the door handle that looked like a man’s penis and the door opened.
Well, here goes.
A blast of warm gingerbread-scented air greeted him as he lugged his small suitcase into the tiny foyer and shut the door behind him. When he turned around, his breath caught at the rustic sight.
The open design was simple. Log walls were stained a warm brown and chinked with cement. An overstuffed bright red leather sofa sat beneath a large arched window, which gave him a great glimpse of the miniature snowdrifts settling against the night-darkened windowpanes.
Guilt shifted through him the instant he spied a six foot Christmas tree standing near a wide set of wooden stairs that led to a loft.
Maybe he should have stayed back in Maryland and had Christmas with his brothers and parents? Nah, he didn’t want to coddled and cooed over by his family. They’d been so overprotective of him since he’d come back from Iraq, he’d begun to feel smothered.
His brothers would make his excuses for him. They knew where he’d gone. Knew what he’d needed.
From where he stood he was given a glimpse of a loft above. Guarded by a white railing, it had a white-planked ceiling with cranberry-colored log beams. He bet that’s where the bed would be. Maybe the woman would be there, waiting for him.
He stifled his excitement and checked out the rest of the place. He noted a nice-sized kitchen tucked away behind the living room then focused his attention back to the unusual Christmas tree. Decorated with glistening white miniature lights, he smiled at the silver icicles dangling from the blue spruce branches as well as the penis-shaped candy canes, gingerbread men and women with intimate iced areas and large chocolate breasts, pussies and cocks as well as sealed condoms in foil wrappers and several tubes of lube. Perched at the top of the tree hung a pair of silver metal handcuffs.
Hmm, he could think of a few things he could do with those cuffs.
Connor’s gaze wandered to the nearby stone fireplace. In its hearth a cheerful fire flickered and hanging from the wood-beam mantel two huge red Christmas stockings, one in the shape of a cock, the other shaped like a breast.
Cute. His and hers erotic stockings. This place looked perfect for a sex-fest getaway.
Dropping the luggage onto the couch, he shrugged out of his jacket, sweater and boots and headed for the fire. He’d just gotten himself warmed up when he heard the sound of a door closing from the loft area.
At the sound of softly padded footsteps his heart settled into an excited pace and his head snapped up just in time to see a woman coming down the stairs toweling a mass of tangled dark-blonde hair with a white towel. Her face was turned slightly away but she looked so damned familiar a shot of wicked arousal steamed through his balls and right up his shaft making him so fucking hard and horny he almost groaned out loud at the lightning-fast reaction.
Shit! These KF guys were good. From what he could see of the chick, she was a freaking Nurse Spark’s clone. She hadn’t seen him yet and he opted to remain silent as she strolled down the wood stairs.
She was wrapped in a sexy Santa-style mesh bright red bathrobe. It hung wide open giving him a delicious glimpse of long feminine legs, a thonged pussy, a slightly rounded abdomen and the inside curves of a pair of generously sized breasts.
At the sight of seeing his first semi-naked woman in months, his breath literally stilled and his cock pulsed in sinful anticipation.
A moment later their gazes clashed and he started at the very familiar brown eyes that instantly twinkled in recognition.
“Nurse Sparks?”
“Sergeant Jordan?”
They both said at the same time.
“What are you doing here?” Again they spoke at the same time.
Connor found himself laughing. She smiled shyly and he didn’t miss the pretty pink blush sweep across her cheeks.
As if stunned by his appearance, she remained on the stairs blinking at him, her Cupid-shaped mouth slightly open in an “O”.
Was she disappointed in finding him there? What was she doing here? Had Kidnap Fantasies gone so far as to actually kidnap his nurse for him? And if that were the case, could he let her go if she wanted to leave?
Confusion mixed with excitement at actually seeing the woman who’d so tenderly cared for him during his stay at the hospital. The woman who, for some reason, had taken over his fantasy life ever since he’d met her.
“How have you been?” she asked softly.
“Been hanging okay. How about you?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Lots of work and no play.”
Lots of work and no play. He’d have to change that. And he’d have to change that starting right now.
Chapter Three
Tangle couldn’t believe the handsome soldier who’d been haunting her sexual fantasies actually stood right there in front of the cheerful fireplace. The intense way he looked at her made her feel as if she were a tasty morsel he wanted to devour.
How had this happened?
When she’d put in a request for a Kidnap Fantasies assignment for the holiday weekend centering around a man fitting the sergeant’s physical description, she’d never thought in a million years the original soldier would show up.
What the hell was Kidnap Fantasies doing? They knew she’d never mix her personal or professional life with her job as a KF employee.
Her face grew hotter. Did Connor know why she was really there?
“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?” he asked as he walked toward her. Despite a slight limp he moved like a predatory animal. A man who’d finally captured his woman and wanted to brand her, claim her as his.
He moved cautiously so as not to spook her, yet confidently as if he knew what he wanted. And she knew he wanted her.
Had known it the instant his pain-filled green eyes had fluttered open in that hospital bed and he’d looked at her for the very first time. The heat in her cheeks began to spread, turning into something sensual as it quickly smoothed over her flesh. She could literally feel her breasts tightening, swelling in anticipation. Could feel her pussy heating, creaming, preparing for him.
She remained still as he came up the stairs toward her. Her mind churned with warnings against getting it on with a soldier. A man who, after he fully recuperated, would probably go back into service and maybe get himself killed the next time around.
She shoved the disturbing thoughts aside as his masculine scent swept in all around her. He smelled so good. A combination of fresh air, spicy aftershave and his own unique sexy male scent.
He stopped a couple of steps below her. His warm breath splashed against her breasts and she suddenly remembered she’d left the robe open. She’d been expecting a customer but not him. Not her sexy soldier.
Oh, God! What must he be thinking about her being there purely for sex?
“I’ve been thinking a lot about you, Florence,” he said softly as he used his nickname for her. “Been remembering the intimate way you held my cock during the sponge baths you gave me.”
Oh, my God!
“I’ve been fantasizing about you too,” she whispered.
“You have?”
He sounded surprised. Obviously she’d done a very good job in keeping her true feelings to herself…except for those sponge baths.
His gaze drew down from her face and settled on her heaving breasts. Arousal rumbled through her at his dark, hungry look.
“Obviously you’re here because you want to be.”
She found herself nodding.
Wicked sensations shot through her as his hands lifted. His warm fingers touched her shoulders and he widened the front of her Santa Claus robe, exposing her full breasts.
He swore softly.
Her pussy creamed hard as his eyes wandered over every inch of her curves. He moved his head closer, the heat of his breath scorching the valley between her heavy breasts. One of his fingers gently stroked a hot, pink nip
ple. It beaded immediately. He fondled her there and the sensation of a rough callus on his finger scraped against her tender flesh making her tremble. Made her reach out and touch his cheek. It felt bristly from the stubble of his five o’clock shadow.
They stood that way. He, caressing her nipple. She, stroking his cheek. Both stared into each other’s eyes, sending silent messages of what they needed. What they wanted.
His head bent closer and she cried out as his hot mouth enveloped her aching nipple. Sparks from his whiskers needled into her flesh. Lips tugged and pulled at her buds causing her pussy to contract.
Oh yes!
This was how she imagined her soldier to be. Rough, yet careful at the same time.
A warm hand pressed against her lower belly branding her skin with an intense heat unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He sucked on her nipple harder, sending sinful sensations spiraling through her.
Oh, God! She must be mad doing this.
Spearing her hands through his hair, she pulled his head into the cushion of her breast. She cradled him there and watched in whimpering fascination as his full lips suckled her nipple.
The hot brand of his hand moved from her abdomen, his long, masculine fingers sliding beneath her thong. She couldn’t stop the inhalation of breath as a finger massaged her engorged clit. His intimate touch smoothed against her aching flesh with such a wondrous pressure she couldn’t stop herself from grinding her hips against his hand.
When a finger slid inside her drenched pussy, her world tilted wonderfully. She moaned as a second finger invaded her sweet channel.
“You’re dripping,” he whispered as he let go of her nipple with a pop and grinned up her.
“I’m horny,” she admitted, loving the tiny wrinkles that appeared at the side of his eyes as he smiled.
“I think I can rectify that problem.”
She squirmed as a third finger entered her pussy. He pressed against her G-spot. The wickedly delicious pressure encouraged her to widen her legs.
“How does this make you feel, Florence?” he whispered.
Her mouth opened but no sound came out as he wiggled his fingers, creating a deeper pressure.
