Blended (Redemption #1)

by Sasha Brümmer

  “Please, just . . . help him,” my girl cries out as I feel a warm, stinging sensation entering my arm.

  “Give him a minute. The morphine will take over shortly.”

  Slowly, sections of my body seem to go numb as a coolness douses the fire inside of me.

  “I’m so sorry, Wade,” I hear her sniffle. “Please. You’re okay, I’m not going to leave your side.”

  I try to fight the calming sensation that the medication pushes me into, but I can’t open my eyes. Goddamn it. I need to see her. I flex my fingers and realize that she’s holding my hand. I manage to squeeze her petite hand weakly; it’s my only attempt to ensure her that I’m okay before I plummet into darkness.

  I reluctantly wake in soft sheets as I’m shaken into reality. I debate letting sleep overcome me again until I hear her voice. “No, I’m okay, thank you, though.”

  “You really should eat, Hadley.”

  “I’m not hungry. Thank you again, Lilly.”

  “All right, sweetie. I’m going to go pick up some clothing for you with Isla. We’ll be back shortly.”

  “Okay,” she says, and I can hear agony lacing her words.

  I think I drift off again because when I finally force my eyes open, and I’m able to turn my head to where my shot of whiskey is lying on her side facing me with her hands under her head and her eyes closed. She’s stunning. Something radiates from within her, making her irresistible to me. She’s unaware of how much she affects me, and waking up to the sight of her is something that I could get used to.

  I reach out and run my fingers over her flawless cheek. Her softened features scrunch as her eyes flutter open.

  “Whiskey.” There’s a softness to her voice, a hesitation in her body movements. I can tell that she wants to touch me or jump into my arms but she doesn’t reach for me.

  “Rye.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m hanging in there. I’m stiff, but whatever she gave me helped me a lot.”

  She sighs in relief. “You scared me last night. I’ve been overly concerned for hours. You wouldn’t wake up, and I just . . .” She fights to hold back her emotion. “I just wanted you to open your eyes and hear you tell me that you loved me.”

  The corners of my lips angle upward. “You’re rather emotional, Hads, and I love you.”

  “You do this to me, damn it,” she complains as she wipes at her weeping eyes angrily. “I can’t explain what I feel for you, but it’s—it’s like you give me something that no one else can.”

  “Come here, Hadley. I’ll give you everything that you want.”

  She shakes her head and refuses to move closer to me. “Hadley,” I state, “get that gorgeous ass over here. Now.”

  “I’ll hurt you again.”

  “You haven’t hurt me and you won’t. I need to touch you.”

  “Madelyn said that you pushed yourself too hard yesterday, and that’s why you experienced all of that pain last night.”

  “Fuck what she said. Hadley, if you don’t move into my arms, I will send Jacobs a message and have him physically move you closer to me.”

  That gets a smile out of her, and she squirms closer to me.

  “Whiskey?”

  “Yes?”

  She lies on her side and rests her head on my shoulder. “I think that you’ve spun me into glass.”

  “You’ve always been fragile, Rye. You just haven’t seen exactly how vulnerable you are until I made you see it.”

  “Possibly,” she grumbles. “Oh, Dr. Heath will be here soon. Madelyn called him to inform him of the night you had. I think she may have a little crush on you.”

  I think this is Hadley telling me that she’s jealous, but I don’t push her on the subject. “It’s a damn good thing that she knows that we’re together then.”

  “I don’t think that she cares.”

  “She’s wasting her time.”

  We’re interrupted by a knock on the door again, and I’m beginning to realize that this will be my life for the next two months. I fight the internal battle to tell whomever it is to leave, but I need to be stronger than I have been to survive this ordeal. I’ll recover from this injury, and I’ll do it with this dangerous and beautiful woman by my side.

  It’s been a week since I’ve been trapped in this suite. It’s turning into more of a prison than a luxurious hotel. My mother walks into the room and takes a seat on the other side of the bed. “How are you faring, Waylon?”

  “How much of an honest answer do you want to that?”

  “Talk to me, dear.”

  “About what? How the top half of my body aches from being still for too long, or the fact that I can’t feel a damn thing on the bottom half?”

  “I understand that this must be difficult for you. It’s tough watching you go through it all, but you have a strong team of professionals behind you, and you need to put your faith in them.”

  “Mother, have you ever known me to trust another with the outcome of my life?”

  “I understand that you are finding it difficult to let others help you and give up control over your life, but you need to allow it just this once. You need to heal not only for yourself but for Hadley as well.”

  “You don’t need to tell me twice.”

  “I’m not preaching to you. I just came to speak to you about her.”

  I shut my eyes and rub a hand down my face before opening them again. “What about her?”

  “I think that she’s as right for you as you are for her. After what you’ve told me about her and how she seems to be suffering from the same thing you went through, I understand the attraction to her. I understand the desire you must have to help her when no one else wants to.”

  “It has not simply been about breaking her of an addiction. I enjoy who I am when I’m around her as well as how we react to each other, whether it be emotionally or physically. I feel connected to her in ways that I never thought would be possible with anyone.”

  She sits up and pats my shoulder. “That’s what us old folks call love, Waylon.”

  “I know. I’ve told her.”

  “You have?” She seems shocked, but she quickly recovers.

  “I have.”

  “I’m glad. I think that she might be good for you, and I have enjoyed getting to know her in the few hours we spend together while you’re not hogging her.”

  “I need her.” I laugh to myself. “I bet that you never thought you’d hear me say those words about a woman.”

  “Nonsense. I’ve known that you’ve needed to find the right woman before you’d even attempt to make something out of a relationship with her, and now that you’ve found her, I couldn’t be happier for you.”

  “Thank you, Mother.”

  “Of course. Now, I need to run and get some things sorted out for Adriana. I’ll be back to check on you this evening.”

  “I owe you for what you’ve been doing for Mothers of Brass this week.”

  “Not at all, I’m simply being a mother to my Brass, as well as the charity. Sleep well.”

  I nod to her as she gets up and leaves the confines of my room before I turn my head to the side and stare out the windows, and out onto the waters of Sydney Harbor.

  The first month passes by agonizingly slowly and in organized chaos. I’ve managed to work from my prison cell with overstuffed pillows and fake backdrops, thanks to my mother. I’ve secured all of the properties that I made the trip out here to achieve, and I have multiple teams currently working on revamping them. My mother has been assisting Adriana with Mothers of Brass, as well as working with my lawyers and my PR mavens to keep my personal life out of the media.

  I’ve refused to have Adriana enter into my suite, but having her a few doors down has helped with my current situation, and it has made working from a wheelchair easier.

  As far as any news outlets that I do not own are concerned, I’ve gone dark. Adriana has been working nonstop with my PR team and lawyers to ensure my c
omplete privacy.

  Hadley hasn’t left my side through all of this, and we have yet to be granted permission to fuck from Dr. Heath. To say that I’m frustrated with absolutely everything would be putting it lightly. I’m constantly surrounded by people, and it’s beginning to wear on me. The only reprieve that I’ve found is in the evenings when it’s just Hadley and me in bed.

  Hads has been my constant, though, whether it be helping Madelyn or just reading one of those sappy novels that bring the emotion out of her next to me in bed.

  She’s currently speaking to Dr. Heath across the room from me with regard to my surgery tomorrow morning. He believes that he will be able to stabilize my spine now that my condition is stable, and my lung is no longer a concern while administering anesthesia. The delay in my surgery will be the deciding factor of whether I walk out of that hospital room, or if I’ll spend the remainder of my life on two wheels.

  In order for this surgery to take place, I had to heal from my injuries, show a clean bill of health, and spend four hours a day with a physical therapist to keep my immobile muscles strong as well as to prevent blood clots. I’ve been lucky, in a sense, since I have not experienced spastic muscles, respiratory problems, pressure sores, or loss of bladder functions.

  I hear him tell her that instead of transferring a tendon, he plans on inserting a robotic device that will reawaken the nerve and allow me to move again if it comes to it. Dr. Heath does not believe that my muscles were severed, and it may be as simple a fracture or broken bone that is pinching a nerve in the lumbar section of the spine. If that is the case, then healing from this may be easier than they have predicted.

  In addition to my physical therapist, Dr. Heath has insisted on the use of an occupational therapist, a recreation therapist, and a rehabilitation psychologist. The living room area of the suite has been cleared out, and a dozen different machines for my rehabilitation were brought in approximately three weeks ago.

  “Wade?” Hadley walks up to me as my physical therapist unstraps me from one of the machines that I have been working on.

  “Hey, gorgeous.”

  “Are you ready for tomorrow?”

  “More than you know.”

  “Dr. Heath just left, and he’s more confident than he has been that it’s simply a pinched nerve because of your progress in rehabilitation. He said that he hasn’t seen any of his spinal cord-injured patients show so much progress in such a short period of time. He doesn’t believe that it’s as severe as he thought it was at first.”

  “Good to hear it.”

  I’m helped up by Madelyn and my physical therapist as they transfer me to my chair. I’ve been able keep my muscle strength, but I still cannot feel any sensation. It’s incredibly frustrating.

  Once I’m seated, I wheel myself closer to my Rye girl and reach out for her. She squeals when I pull her down onto my lap and wraps her arms around my neck, holding on for dear life.

  “I’ve got you, Rye.”

  “And I’ve got you,” she tells me as she presses her lips to my neck.

  “Madelyn, we’ll be spending the next few hours alone. Please do not let anyone interrupt. That includes you.”

  Hadley eyes me suspiciously and smacks my chest as I roll us down the hallway, “What are you up to?”

  My cock stirs underneath her at the thought of what I’m about to do to her. “I’m going to show you just how much I’ve got you.”

  Once I’ve made it into the bedroom, she reaches over and shuts the door behind us as I wheel to the side of the bed.

  We’ve managed to transfer me from my chair to the bed alone a few times before this, and I think she’s more confident in doing so this evening because she doesn’t hesitate to take the reins.

  A few minutes later I’m lying in bed as she walks around the room picking up and turning off the lights.

  “Leave your nightstand light on and get undressed, Hadley.”

  Her eyes shoot to mine in question. “What?”

  “You heard me. Do it. Now.”

  Instead of arguing, she simply pulls off her dress before removing her panties and climbs into the bed beside me. When I offer her my hand, she allows me to pull her toward me until I have her straddling my waist.

  I want her, and I want her to feel desired, respected, and appreciated by me. By threading my fingers into the back of her hair, I pull her down to me until I’m able to take one of her nipples in my mouth. They peak instantly at the contact, and she whimpers in wonder.

  “I’m going to make you come.”

  “But . . .”

  “No. You won’t fight me on this. Straddle my face, Rye.”

  “Wade, you don’t have to do this.”

  “I’ve got you. Let me experience this. I need to taste you.”

  I watch as she purses her lips before moving up my body and reaching her hands out to hold onto the headboard for support. Her thighs settle on either side of my head as her pink pussy moves over my face. My hands steady her as she gets comfortable before roaming down from her hips to her ass. I turn my head to the side and nip at her inner thigh, and it elicits a cry from her.

  “Come here.”

  I press down on her hips until she’s positioned herself above my mouth. I take my time as I run my nose up her slit, breathing in the scent of her for the first time, other than from her panties. It’s fucking heady. I place my lips over her clitoris and kiss her there once, before running my tongue over her lips. Her body jolts in my hands, and I grin to myself as I begin to tease her lips, and she starts grinding against my motions.

  The room is thick with tension as I run my hands down her ass and down the backs of her thighs. I kiss across her outer lips before spreading her apart and warming her up with broad licks of my tongue. As my tongue circles around her clitoris, I can taste her—her skin, her warmth, and her cream. I would fuck her senseless if I had the ability to do so right now.

  As much as I want to power into her and steal her thoughts away with the force of my cock, I want to make love to her even more. When I get the opportunity to, I’m going to take my time with her and adore her body. I’ll find out exactly what she likes, and how I can please her.

  Her hips buck as I take her clitoris between my now-wet lips and gently suck her while caressing my tongue over the tip of her clit. She moans her approval as she increases in sensitivity. I press my index finger into her and hook it against her G-spot to stimulate her from the inside as I lick up her cream.

  She starts to arch her back and lets go of the headboard with one hand, lowering it into my hair and tugging, holding my mouth to her gorgeous sex. My hard cock twitches under the covers of the comforter as I pleasure her.

  My tongue darts against her most sensitive spot harder as I add another finger inside of her soaking wet entrance, drumming my fingers against her.

  “Oh God . . . Wade,” she says my name like a prayer and I want to devour her. She tastes incredible as she squirms above my face. As I finger her, I move my wrist so I’m able to press the pad of my thumb against her back entrance. Her body twitches as I push the tip of my thumb into her.

  She screams out piercingly as her body wracks against my mouth as, mindless now, she takes what she wants from me. She free falls as I look up at her and watch her come apart under my touch. I don’t halt my assault on her clitoris until she starts to come down from her high.

  By the time the waves start to slow, I can feel her clit pulsing in my mouth and her hand shaking in my hair when the bedroom door flies open.

  “Mr. Brass? Are you—”

  Madelyn.

  The intrusion stops my movements, but Hadley doesn’t move from her position as I start to eat her again. She starts to rock her hips against my face once I slide my hands up to her naked ass.

  “Leave,” Hadley says breathlessly to our intruder.

  It takes longer than it should for us to hear the door shut, and when it does, she explodes into another orgasm. I hold her against my lips as
she rides it out, throwing her head back in pure reverence.

  “Holy shit, Whiskey,” she murmurs as she swings her leg over, freeing my face.

  I smirk knowingly to myself and lick my lips, tasting her once more before she leans down and fucks my mouth with her tongue.

  “You are damn good at that.”

  “And you’re unbelievable when you come.”

  She giggles against my lips and reaches down for my cock, gripping me in her petite hand.

  “I’d like to taste you.”

  “I never agreed to it, Rye.”

  “And?”

  “If I’m going to come, it’s going to be inside of this warm pussy of yours,” I say as I reach down and cup the apex of her thighs.

  “Oh.”

  There’s a knock at the door, and it’s now that I remember our intruder. “Yes?”

  Madelyn peeks her head in the door before opening it all of the way. “I’m so sorry about earlier. I thought that something had happened when I heard a scream.”

  “Please do not assume that again.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says and clears her throat. “Dr. Heath has asked me to administer your medications earlier tonight so that it does not have an impact on the anesthesia tomorrow morning.”

  Hadley exhales next to me and rolls over, kissing my cheek. “I’ll miss you.”

  I know that she abhors it when the medication floods my system and takes me to another world, away from her. “I’ve got you.”

  The smile that she gives me is nothing compared to the expression that she had on her face minutes go.

  “Madelyn, if you’ll please give me a minute or two to change, I’d appreciate it.”

  I watch as Madelyn rolls her eyes at Hadley, and I know that Rye is pushing herself to her limits in dealing with her. Madelyn steps out of the room, and when the door clicks shut, Rye makes her way to the closet that now hosts her new clothing, as well as mine. When she comes back out, she’s wearing one of my shirts and holding a pair of lace panties. Pink lace panties.

  “I want to bury myself in you, Hadley.”

  Her cheeks rise up and bring color to her face as she purposefully bends over while picking up a pillow that we knocked onto the floor, showing me her pussy.