by Claire Adams
“So, I won’t take pain medication. Problem solved.”
Chase continued to stand up and grabbed his shirt and started to put it back on.
“Is there any medication you would feel comfortable with him taking? I am a nurse, I could check his respirations if needed.”
“The problem will be when he is sleeping. So, no, I can’t give much for the pain. I could give some Toradol. That would be about it.”
“I’ll take it,” Chase said as he continued to get dressed.
“Toradol won’t have any side effects?” I asked the doctor.
“It’s safe, but it won’t take away much of the pain. You can also give him ibuprofen. But they are nothing like the pain relief he could get from narcotics.”
“I’ll be fine, let’s just get going.”
Chase had finished putting on his clothes and was standing and ready to go. There wasn’t anything that was going to convince him to stay in that hospital overnight. I could see it in his eyes.
“I’ll get you a prescription for the Toradol.”
My eyes stayed glued on Chase, as we sat and waited for the prescription so we could leave. I didn’t know what to do. He was obviously in over his head with whoever those men were, but he still hadn’t told me a single thing about what was going on.
As we drove home, I still needed Chase to tell me where to turn and how to get there. I did notice a grocery store close to his house, though, and I thought I could take his prescription there to get it filled.
“So, do you want to tell me what is going on?” I asked.
“Maybe after we get my pain medication?”
I could tell Chase was in a lot of pain, and I hoped the Toradol would be useful at least a little bit for him.
“I’ll drop you off and get you settled, then I can go get your medicine. Will they let me pick it up for you?”
“Yes, I’ll call the pharmacy. It’s that store we just passed.”
I felt Chase moan in pain as I walked with him into the house. I had never seen a man in so much pain before, and I couldn’t help but feel for him. Since my nursing school graduation, I had been relegated to taking blood vital signs mostly. He was a strong guy who didn’t look like much could make him wince, but broken ribs certainly did.
“Do you need anything else from the store?” I asked as I settled him into his bed.
“Ice cream and vodka.” He laughed.
“Deal.”
“Get in my wallet and grab some cash,” he said as he pointed to his dresser.
His wallet was filled with money, so I just grabbed a couple of twenties and headed out to the store.
It was a huge building. Bigger than any grocery store I had ever seen, but I was prepared for what I was going to see. I had watched so many American television shows, it was hard not to know about the giant grocery stores that populated the country.
At least, I thought I was prepared, until I got inside the front door and saw over twenty aisles of food. It was amazing. My mouth literally dropped open as I looked at all the choices. Everything had several options. You could choose from eight different kinds of chicken soup!
I walked up and down the aisles for at least twenty minutes, looking at all the food and trying to make some decisions about what I should buy. I had never been faced with such a wide array of food choices – I instantly saw why Americans were overweight. I suspected I would be too in a very short time.
“You look overwhelmed,” a young woman said as she stood next to me in the ice cream aisle.
“I am.” I laughed. “I’ve never seen so much ice cream in my life.”
“You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked with a smile.
“No, I’m from Europe.”
It was easier to just say Europe than it was to try and describe exactly where it was that I was from. No one ever thought I was telling the truth when I said I was from a place called Liechtenstein.
“Hi, I’m Salina. My boyfriend Salvador is around here somewhere. We are pretty new in town ourselves.”
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Jordan.”
“I’d go with the cookie dough if it was up to me. It’s my favorite.”
I reached in and grabbed the container of cookie dough ice cream. I had no idea which one to try, so her suggestion was just what I needed to make a decision.
“Thanks. My friend is sick and I’m just getting some stuff for him.”
“Oh, I know how that goes. I’m always taking care of my sick friends.”
“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you,” a man said from the end of the aisle.
“Sorry, Salvador. I got distracted by the ice cream,” Salina said.
The two of them hugged, and I started to walk away.
“Jordan, can I get your number? I don’t have any girlfriends in the area. I’d love to hang out sometime or something,” Salina said.
“I don’t actually know my number.” I laughed as I pulled the cell phone Chase had given me out of my pocket. “Just a second.”
I looked through the phone and tried to figure it out before Salina just dialed her number from my phone instead.
“There, now I have your number and you have mine. Give me a call sometime and we can get to know each other more.”
“Okay, I’ll do that. Have a great day.”
Salina was really nice, and I was kind of excited about the idea that I had made a new friend. It was much easier than I thought it was going to be to make friends in America.
I gathered up the groceries and picked up Chase’s medicine and then headed back to his house. Hopefully, the combination of medication and ice cream would have him feeling well enough that he could actually tell me what the heck was going on.
I was surprised I had remembered how to get back to the house. My anxiety over driving in America was overwhelming, and I really didn’t like it. There were far more people in Atlanta than there were in my entire country.
As I walked into the house, I made my way back to Chase’s bedroom and sat down on the bed next to him. I needed to know what was going on. I wasn’t about to put myself in danger and not at least know the details of that danger.
“So, let’s talk,” I said to him.
“It’s nothing too crazy. I just owe a guy money.”
“And, how does all of this play into you wanting to get married?”
Chase rolled his eyes, and I could tell he didn’t want to tell me everything. But I needed to know more if I was going to stay around. There were just too many questions. And with people shooting guns and breaking ribs, I needed to know more.
“If I take over my father’s company, then I will have access to the money I need to pay Escabar back.”
“This Escabar, is he the one you stole the black book from?”
“Yes. It was a stupid mistake. I thought I could ensure my safety with it.”
“Was Escabar the one who came over here and broke your ribs?”
“No. It was his guys, though. I managed to convince them I didn’t have the book. But eventually, they will figure it out and come back for me. I really don’t know what to do. Maybe you should just leave so you aren’t here when they come back for me.
“So, you’re just going to sit around here and wait for them to come back for you?”
I didn’t really know what the right thing to do was, but sitting around his house waiting for them to come back seemed like a really bad idea. I had watched a lot of American crime television, and the very least we could do was go to the FBI or run from the area.
“Why not just tell your father about your money trouble?” I asked.
“My father would never let me take over the company. He thinks I’m too impulsive and bad at making decisions.”
I couldn’t help but smile. His father sure seemed right about Chase. Everything I was hearing seemed to back that up.
“I think we need to get you out of here so you can heal this weekend,” I said as I let my hand
grab his.
He was so vulnerable, and I couldn’t just leave him like that. I wanted to help him. I decided I would stick around long enough to get him through this mess, and then I could move on afterward if I decided things were not working out.
The problem I was having was that Chase was so damn cute. Even lying in bed, he had this charisma about him that made me want to kiss him. My body was so drawn to him; I couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night and just how much pleasure he and I had delivered to each other.
“You are right about getting out of here. My brother has a house just outside of town. He’s traveling for the next few months. We could go out there, for now. Do you think you are up to driving?”
I liked seeing his mind swarming with ideas. That was the Chase I liked the most. He wasn’t going to just lay back and let things go down the way that Escabar guy wanted them to. He was going to fight.
“You’ll need to show up to work on Monday and all week if you want to keep building your father’s trust. That means you’re going to need to stay in bed and not move all weekend long,” I said firmly.
“Get me to his house, and I’ll stay in bed all weekend. I can’t guarantee I won’t move, though,” he said as his hand traced my inner thigh.
“How can you even think about sex when you are in so much pain?” I laughed.
“I never stop thinking about you and sex.” He smiled.
“Okay. Let me gather our things and get the car loaded up, and then I’ll get us out to the house.”
“By the way, what took so long at the store? Did you get lost?” he asked.
“It was a pretty big store. But no, I met a nice woman and her boyfriend and started talking to them. They were new to the area also. It was nice.”
Chase looked very worried at what I said, and I couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like I brought some strangers home or anything. I really hoped he wasn’t one of those guys who didn’t want his woman to have any of her own friends. That wasn’t going to work very well for me at all.
“Be careful, Jordan. Escabar is a sneaky guy. He could have people anywhere.”
“Chase, come on. How would they even know to talk to me? Escabar doesn’t have any idea who I am.”
“Jordan, I know these people. They would figure out a way. Let’s just not make any new friends right now. We can work on the friend thing after we get through this.”
“Fine, but I think you're paranoid.”
My original idea that Chase was the perfect guy was slowly melting away. He had gotten himself in a whole heap of trouble and now I was exposed to it, as well. But deep down, I was just happy that he wasn’t some sort of sex trafficker who was going to try and sell me off. I still was extremely attracted to him, and I was prepared to help him out and see if we could get through the mess he had gotten himself into.
With the car loaded full of groceries and belongings, we made our way toward his brother’s cabin. Chase made a point to have me turn random directions and backtrack to make sure no one was following us.
“My brother, Nathan, would really love you. It’s a good thing he isn’t here.” Chase laughed.
“Why do you say that?”
“He travels around the world picking up beautiful women from faraway lands.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “He sounds like a Disney movie character.”
“Oh, he’s certainly not for Disney. He works as a private contractor protecting famous people. He’s a little rough around the edges for Disney.”
We continued our drive and pulled down a dirt road in the middle of the woods. I seriously doubted Escabar or his guys would be able to find us at all. I could hardly find the place, and Chase was giving me turn-by-turn directions.
“Why does your brother live in the middle of nowhere?”
“He’s got some bad PTSD from his military time. He likes the quiet of it out here when he isn’t working.”
“Does he look like you?” I wondered.
“Nope. He’s like twice my size and all muscle.”
“Mmmm, do you have any pictures of him?” I said with a smile.
“Oh, no. I’m not introducing you two. I’m keeping you for myself.”
Chase reached over and grabbed my thigh as we pulled in front of his brother’s cabin. I placed the car into first gear and then leaned over to kiss him. I couldn’t resist him. Everything about the situation told me I should walk away, but I had never had that kind of connection with a man before, and I wasn’t about to just give it up like that.
“Ouch, oooh,” he said as he tried to turn in his seat to keep kissing me.
“I guess I should stop making out with my patient and get you inside,” I said as I got out of the car.
By the time I had reached the other side of the vehicle, he was out of the car and standing next to it. He grabbed me and pulled me up against him as he let his body rest against the car.
“Oh, someone has more energy than I thought,” I said.
“Yes, I think my whole body has lots of energy.”
He grabbed my hand and put it on his throbbing cock. He certainly did seem full of energy, for someone who had just had the crap beaten out of him earlier in the day.
“That seems like a bad idea. You can’t even stand. Let’s get you inside.”
I put his arm around my shoulder and helped him up the stairs and into the house. As much as I loved to play with his throbbing cock, I wasn’t about to have him passing out in the middle of the woods.
Chase slipped into a big cozy armchair that was next to the couch, and I turned around to head back out to the car to get the rest of our things. But, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back toward him.
“I think you should stay here for a minute,” he said as he pulled my lips down to meet his.
“Oh, yeah? You think so?”
“Yes.” He let his tongue dive into my mouth, and I felt my body react with passion for him that I couldn’t ignore.
Chapter Thirteen
Chase
She was perched over me, with her hands on either side of the chair, while we kissed. The pain medication I had taken was just enough to take the edge off, but certainly wasn’t taking all of the pain away. I shouldn’t have started to kiss Jordan, because as soon as my lips touched hers, I knew I needed more of her. I didn’t care if it was painful; I wanted her.
Our mouths moved together gently, and I felt her hands move down to my pants as she unzipped them. I took in a deep breath that caused me a ton of pain, but I wasn’t about to tell her that.
“Are you sure about this?” Jordan asked me as she got onto her knees and looked up at me from between my legs.
“Fuck yeah,” I said.
She looked so goddamn sexy on her knees. My cock throbbed with a desire to feel her lips around me. But not in a sordid, back room kind of way. I wanted to make love to her so badly, I could literally taste her in my mouth. But my ribs just hurt too much for me to be moving around like that. Having her mouth around me was the best consolation prize I could think of.
Her lips wrapped around me slowly, and her eyes looked up at me. I could tell she was checking to see if I was all right. But there was nothing that was going to stop me from having her again. I didn’t care how much pain I was in.
As her lips held onto me tightly, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure she delivered to me. She moved slowly and sensually, very different from other blowjobs I had received.
My whole life had been about hurrying to fuck the girl I was with. The idea of taking the time to enjoy the moment just wasn’t something I had been into before. Perhaps, it was just because I actually liked her, or maybe it was because I had been beaten up only a few hours before, but for whatever reason, I pulled Jordan up from my cock and had her stop.
I didn’t have a problem with her sucking me; rather, I loved it very much. But I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to hold on to her and feel her body as we moved together.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached up and started to unzip her pants and slide them down. She humored me and helped me out a little, and soon she was standing naked in front of me.
“Much better,” I said as I pulled her onto my lap.
She sat with her legs both on one side of me, leaning back against me. The position gave me perfect control over her breasts, as I let my fingers lightly touch her and move down her body. Jordan lay back against the side of the chair and let me play with her naked body.
I lightly moved my fingertips from one nipple to the other and then down to her belly button. My hand moved as far down her thigh as I could comfortably reach and then back up slowly through her inner thighs.
My eyes stayed glued to her body, as she took in my touch and breathed deeply as my fingers stroked her naked skin.
The moment was so intimate, so delicate. I could have stayed there for hours just watching her breathe and let out her desire-filled moans from my touch. It was as if she was there just for me. Not just there on my lap, but like she had been born to be my match. The level of comfort I felt around Jordan was something I couldn’t explain.
She and I had not known each other for a long time, but I felt like I could tell her anything. Well, almost anything. I certainly didn’t want to tell her who Jose Escabar really was or how he was going to kill me when he found me. She only thought he would hurt me. Little did she know that Jose would do anything necessary to ensure his black book didn’t get into the wrong hands. His boss in the Mexican cartel would also do anything necessary.
For the time being, I would just have to stick to my story about owing him money. It was true. I owed Escabar a lot of money and that was what I needed to concentrate on for the time being. I needed to get him his money back as soon as possible. Only then could I figure out what the hell to do with the black book I had stolen from him.
My mind went back to the task at hand – Jordan and her deliciously smooth skin lying in my lap.
My fingers moved down to her wetness, and I watched her as I slid inside. Her back arched up, and she took in a deep breath as my fingers moved in and out of her body. It was intense to be able to watch her body react to my touch like that. I liked it. I liked watching her.
