by Tia Siren
I had been ecstatic all week about the trip. As much as I loved the city, I also loved nature. Maybe it wasn't the nature that I loved so much, but the spectacle of it. I don't think I could have lived in the middle of nowhere, away from civilization, but I didn't mind visiting it every now and then. I mean, probably. For all I knew, I’d grown up in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. The old me might have hated living in the city. There was no way to know.
And the height of that excitement came from the fact that I was doing it all with Liam. The two weeks we had spent together before he asked me to go away with him were as perfect as two weeks could be.
And the week leading up to this day was even better. We didn’t fight. We didn't argue. We were like a lock and a key, made to fit one another perfectly. I felt whole when he was with me, and empty when he wasn't.
The whole thing with the journals had all but been erased from my mind. Not amnesia erased, but it had faded to a dim thought in the back of my mind. Every now and then, it did its best to creep back into my conscious, but whenever it did, I laughed it away. It was such a silly thought and a clear sign of self-sabotage. Just the idea that it might be something was ridiculous and, thus, wasn't worth thinking about. I was happy, so why try and find a way to ruin that?
The only real problem with the last week was that Liam had had to work more than usual. We had only gotten one date night in the past six days, and more often than not, I would go to bed alone. I didn’t hold it against him though. I knew he wanted nothing more than to be by my side. But still, I missed seeing him every day, which was all the more reason why this trip had me in such a state of excitement.
Even the hospital seemed warmer and lighter as I walked through its front doors. The people seemed to all be smiling, and the doctors appeared to be practically floating down the hallways.
"Hello, do you know where Doctor Morgan is?" I asked the nurse at the reception desk.
"I think he's in the break room on the second floor," the nurse responded in a merry tone. I thanked her and hurried along the hallway toward the stairs.
The break room was just at the top of the stairs, and therefore, it didn’t take me long to reach it. That, and I practically ran down the hall towards it. I was about to burst on the scene and announce myself to Liam. I was going to run up to him and throw myself in his arms, cooing for him to take me away. But when I reached the doorway, I came to a grinding halt, frozen by what I saw.
There were only two people in the break room. One was Liam, with his back to me, sitting in a chair. The other was the very recognizable Sandra, with her long red hair. She too had her back to me and was also sitting in a chair. Right by Liam’s side.
What disturbed me the most about the sight was Sandra's arm and hand. It was strung across the back of Liam's chair, resting on his shoulders. And as Liam spoke, she threw her head back, laughing ecstatically. And as she did this, she squeezed his shoulder playfully, an act which he did nothing to stop.
And if that was it, if all that had happened was he had told a joke and she had laughed and flirted a little, then I might have been fine. But following that little display, it was Sandra's turn to tell a funny joke.
When she did, Liam burst into laughter, more than I had ever seen before. His hand then moved down and slapped Sandra on the thigh, cupping it and giving it a squeeze at the end.
"I'll miss you," I distinctly heard Sandra say, once the laughter calmed down, and I stepped a little further into the room.
"That's to be expected," Liam joked. It was a joke that out of context may have seemed funny and a little arrogant. But considering what I had just seen, it spoke volumes.
"Hug?" Sandra asked, holding her arms out.
Liam, not seeing anything wrong with it, obliged, and it was then that I had to make myself known.
"I'm not disturbing anything, am I?" I asked, leaning up against the doorway.
Liam was quick to react, instantly pulling himself from Sandra's grip. She was a little slower to let go. Seeing me, he was on his feet a second later, even going so far as to take a hurried step back from Sandra, as if there were a chance that I hadn't seen anything.
"Kate!" he exclaimed, looking extremely guilty as he did. "I didn't think you were... I thought I was meeting you downstairs?"
"Sorry for the inconvenience," I said bitterly.
I would have snapped a little harder, but Sandra was watching both of us with a very obvious look of satisfaction on her face. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing us fight, the bitch.
"That's not what I meant,” Liam said. “I just thought... come on. We should probably get going."
He walked right past Sandra without so much as a glance. When he reached me, he pecked me on the cheek before heading out the door.
I made sure to throw Sandra an icy glare before following Liam out. I actually hadn't minded Sandra up until that point. She had always been nice to me. But now, I knew exactly why she had been so nice. She just wanted to stay on Liam's good side. It was clear that she wanted Liam for herself, and the thought of her getting to spend all day, every day with him made me physically sick.
I probably shouldn't have been as mad at Liam as I was, but I just couldn't help it. I was in such a good mood until I stumbled upon the little scene in the break room. The shocking, unexpected nature of it did much to plunge me into an icy cold state that I maintained for the entire car trip to the Falls.
To Liam's credit, he tried to put me back in a good mood as we made the six-hour drive north. He joked, he chatted, and he laughed, even when I wasn't. But try as he might, my mood did not improve.
Every time it came close, I thought again of Sandra and her beautiful porcelain skin and breathtaking red hair. I thought of those big green eyes and how she most likely batted her lashes at Liam every day.
Stupid man-stealing whore. Find your own goddamn man, and leave mine alone. I wasn’t a violent woman, but I kind of wanted to punch her in her stupid, pretty face.
For the last two hours of the trip, we drove in silence. I was too lost in violent revenge fantasies, and by that point, Liam had gotten the hint that maybe I wasn't in the mood to be cheered up.
But despite this, he wore a cheeky grin on his face the whole way. He didn't seem put out by my mood but rather excited by it, as if it were some sort of challenge to overcome. If anything, his attitude only made me angrier.
The place that Liam had booked for us was a small cabin in the woods. It was a part of a bed and breakfast establishment with dozens in the area, but it had been built and designed to look as if it were a one of a kind, isolated in the wilderness.
"Ta da!" Liam exclaimed as we pulled up to the log cabin.
It was the kind of cabin that one would expect to find in the forest in the middle of nowhere. The roof was covered in moss, there was an old rickety porch out front, and the entire thing was surrounded by dense forest.
As he leapt from the car in excitement, grabbing my bags from the back, he went on about the place and how happy he was that we were there. "Tomorrow, we can go and see the falls. It's only a short drive. After that, we can hike through the forest. There's meant to be a small waterfall only a few hours in. Plus, there's a fire place inside."
Despite myself, I found my attitude warming up to him. His excitement was infectious, and the whole thing did sound rather pleasant. Plus, I was starting to become aware that I was in danger of ruining the weekend. I wished that he would just apologize so I could forgive him and we could move on, but chances were he didn't even know what to apologize for. I mean, was he going to say sorry for having to work every day with Sandra?
If there was any chance of me staying mad at him, it instantly evaporated the moment that we entered the log cabin. The inside was designed to look like a hunting lodge, with antlers on the walls, a bear rug on the floor, and a huge fireplace near the bed. A fire already roared in the stone enclosure.
But that wasn't what was most amazing. Somehow,
and much to Liam's obvious delight, someone had come along before us and sprinkled the entire bed with rose petals. There were also scented candles burning by the bedside and what felt like a steam bath waiting in the bathroom.
It was impossibly romantic.
"Listen," Liam said, dropping the bags as he made his way toward me. He took my hand and directed me to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry for earlier. Sandra is just flirty like that. I know. But she doesn't mean anything by it and she doesn't matter. I am sorry, and when we get back, I'll make sure to tell her to stop—"
I didn't wait to hear the rest. I couldn't believe that he was apologizing. It was just so unexpected. That, combined with how incredible the room was and the whole weekend in general, made the situation too impossible to resist. I was swept away by it and wanted to show my gratitude.
The bags were on the floor. The cabin door was closed. We were alone, and it was time that I made up for my behavior on the drive up. I took Liam by the hand and led him toward the bed, determined to break the room in the only way I knew how.
CHAPTER 23
LIAM
The amazing thing about being with Kate was that I was never not excited by the prospect of sleeping with her. Even before anything happened, as she led me toward the bed, I could feel myself harden. It took very little for her to get me aroused, and even less for her to get me off.
I was probably more excited about the fact that she had chosen to forgive me, more than anything else. It was a tough car ride. If it wasn't for the surprise of the room that I knew was waiting to greet us, I might have been more panicked. But I knew why she was mad, and I knew I could fix it. I just needed her in a good mood for what I had planned for later. Actually, a good mood wasn't going to cut it. I needed her in a great mood. And that mood was going to begin here, in the bedroom.
To my surprise, she didn't lead me to the bed but to a chair that was by the bedside. It was just a regular wooden chair, but she pushed me onto it with a purpose.
As we had been traveling all day, I had chosen to dress comfortably. I wore gray sweat pants and a dark blue sweater. She wore a pair of short, tight fitting yoga pants and a loose-fitting triangle top.
The moment I was seated she lifted the triangle top off, revealing her naked chest. Her breasts were perfect. A perfect size to cup in my hand, with little pink nipples that became hard with even the slightest hint of sexual arousal.
She slid herself onto my lap, and I instantly lost myself in her bosom. I took them in my hands, squeezing them as she threw her head back and moaned. I bit down on her right nipple, and then her left. I pinched them between my fingers. I licked them with my tongue. I made sure they were nice and hard and that she groaned each time they were touched.
The whole time, she ground against me. I had nothing on under my sweats, and I was willing to bet it was the same for her yoga pants. I could feel the moisture coming from her pussy as she pushed it against my hard cock. Grinding back and forth, she grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled it back. She bit into my neck and licked my ear. All the while, she continued to grind on me.
My hands wrapped around her firm ass, pulling her in closer to me. The tip of my cock pushed against my pants, finding the lips of her pussy. It rubbed through the pants, causing her to shake and shiver.
She was quick to take my shirt off, and even quicker to start kissing my chest. As she continued to grind over my hard length, she kissed my chest and nipples. They were hard kisses. Passionate kisses. Each one raised goosebumps onto my skin and sent electricity through my body.
Unable to take it any longer, I lifted her off me. I pulled down her yoga pants, and sure enough, she had nothing on underneath. Just a bare, clean-shaven pussy that was already swollen and dripping. Unable to take my eyes off the thing, I shuffled out of my own pants, only too aware of how hard my cock was.
I was torn between wanting her mouth around it and wanting to be inside of her. Luckily, Kate chose for me. She put her hands on my shoulders and climbed back on as she was before. Only this time, we were both naked.
As she sat on me, she used one hand to guide my cock up and inside of her. We groaned together as my member disappeared inside her. Damn it was tight. Each time we fucked, it was like our first time.
She slowly inched her way down over me. I could feel her struggling to take it as she had to push and breathe in order to engulf the whole thing. But eventually, she did, and soon, I was completely inside of her, all the way to the base.
By now, she knew what I liked, and I knew what she liked. I buried my head in her breasts again as she began to move up and down on my shaft. She was incredibly wet as she slid up and down on me. Her pussy lips were wrapped around my shaft, sucking it in. As she moved up, reaching the head of my member, she would then come back down and grind herself forward.
Slowly at first. Up and down, back and forth. It was a dance that we were both experts at. But as time passed, the intensity grew. What began as a rhythmic grind soon developed into an all-out explosion of passion. She moved up and down faster, back and forth with more tenacity. Each time she moved up she would then slam herself back down, pushing her pelvis hard into me.
The fire roared behind us, and the steam from the bathroom billowed out and filled the cabin. The heat was intense, and yet, as I felt my orgasm coming, I felt somewhat cold. It was an icy shiver that ran through me, starting at the toes and working its way up. I could sense that she was close to coming, and I indicated that I was almost there, too.
We almost always came together. It was only too easy to do, such was the harmony that our bodies felt with one another. This time, it was no different. As my body began to shake, I could feel hers doing the same. My body began to spasm, and hers did, too. I erupted inside of her, and she left out a scream that could only mean one thing.
But then, as I blew my load inside of her, she pulled herself from me and fell to her knees. I didn't know what she was doing until her mouth was on the end of my cock, and she licked me clean. I damn near screamed as she kept her mouth on me, taking all of me. She then licked up my balls and the rest of my shaft, ensuring that every drop was gone.
Once she was done, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back up to me. She fell on my lap and buried her head into my chest.
"Kate," I said in a soft whisper. It was so soft that the crackles and pops of the fire almost drowned it out. "I love you."
She didn’t take her head from my chest, but left it there, nuzzled into me. "I love you, too."
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Niagara Falls was truly amazing. What was even more amazing was how much Kate loved it. I sensed a change in her from the moment the two of us woke the next day. There was just something different about her. After we had both said “I love you” to one another, I think we could sense that the two of us had progressed to a new level in our relationship.
All morning, she was chipper and perky. By the time we got to the Falls, she was like a school girl. She pointed and clapped her hands at the wonder that was Niagara Falls, as if she had never seen anything like it in her entire life; not even a photograph.
And the best part about it was that she wasn't shy about letting me know how grateful she was that I had taken her there. She told me she loved me two more times that morning, once when we woke up and the moment after we left the Falls. I returned them, too. I really did love her. More than I had ever loved anyone. It was because of that and the way she was acting around me that I finally decided that it was time.
I was going to tell her the truth. There would be no more lying and no more deceit. I was sick of it all. I was sick of avoiding questions about the past and acting like everything that we did was our first time. I was sick of pretending to ignore that she had amnesia, and most of all, I was just sick of going to bed every night aware of how much I was going to hurt her.
That was going to end. I would tell her what I had done and hope that she saw it in herself to forgive me. I didn't expect her to. Not right
away. I was sure that given time, she would come to see that we were perfect together. She would realize that it was just a stupid mistake on my part and that we shouldn't be kept apart because of it.
That was the plan anyway.
That afternoon we went trekking through the forest just behind our cabin. There was meant to be a beautiful little waterfall only a few hours in, and Kate was desperate to find it. Her positive energy was astounding that day, and I wished that I could have joined in. I was far too much in my own head. I would tell her that night, and all I could think about was what I would say.
"Come on!" she yelled from ahead as she darted through the forest. "I thought you were an athlete!"
"Me? I don't think so. Maybe it's one of your other boyfriends."
"That must be it."
This far north, the climate was damp and moist. The ground was muddy, and every exposed rock and stone had moss growing on it. As such, I was very careful as I walked. I kept my eyes on the ground and my thoughts firmly on the task that lay ahead of me.
Kate was the complete opposite. She jumped through the trees like she was born to it. She was sure footed and was constantly running ahead of me, only to have to double back and scold me for not keeping pace.
"Jesus," she yelled. "It's going to be dark by the time we get there!" And again, she was gone from sight.
I chuckled as I hurried after her. "Maybe we'll have to camp out here tonight? That will really put you to the test!" To that, she didn't respond. "Kate?" I yelled out, curious as to how far ahead she must have run. But as I walked and listened, I couldn't hear any indication that she was nearby. "Kate!" I yelled again.
It was then that I began to panic. "Kate!"
I picked up my pace, running through the trees, looking off the path for any sign of her. She had never been silent for this long, and I feared something might have happened to her. The ground was wet and tricky to walk on. She may have fallen. She may have broken something.
