by Lia Lee
“Hey, wake up,” I said again. Fiona opened her eyes. She looked at me sleepily, and in the darkness, she was as beautiful as in the light. I put my hand on her cheek, stroked her hair.
“Is everything okay?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”
“Everything is fine. You’re here.”
She smiled, and I shifted closer to her and kissed her. She tasted like she always did, her lips as soft and perfect as I remembered, and I cherished those memories more than I ever had before. I kissed her and held her and relished in her closeness.
She ran her hands over my back, around my side, touching my body. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and her hands were soft and delicate. My body responded to her touch, my cock hardening in my boxers, and when she put her hand on it, I gasped. I wanted her. I needed her.
I pushed my hands under her shirt and found she was wearing nothing else. Her breasts were soft, her nipples hardening under my palms when I massaged them, and I rolled toward her, keeping my cast back so it didn’t get in the way. We lay on our sides, pressed against each other, and I ground my hard dick against her. She pulled my boxers down, freeing my erection and slid her hands up and down the shaft.
I groaned. Fiona knew exactly how to touch me to make me melt in her hands. She was my weakness, and I couldn’t resist her even if I wanted to. I tugged the shirt up that she was wearing, pulling it over her head, and she was naked. I tried to tug my own boxers down, but they got stuck on my cast.
“Dammit,” I swore.
Fiona giggled and sat up. “Let me,” she said. She pulled the boxers over my cast, undressing me, and even though I hated feeling so helpless, it was sexy that she was taking my clothes off.
When I was naked too, she moved up my body, planting kisses on my legs as she went along. When she reached my hard dick, she sucked me into her mouth without warning. I gasped, surprised. She sucked me, bobbing her head up and down, and the feeling was incredible. My balls tightened, and I thought I was going to release in her mouth.
“Enough,” I gasped, pulling back and stopping her with my hands in her hair. “Enough or I won’t last.”
Fiona looked up at me with a wicked grin. She moved along further up my body and pressed her breasts against my chest. She threw her leg over mine and ground herself against me so I felt her pussy against my upper thigh. I put my hand on her breast and kneaded it, kissing her. I slid my hand down her body and found her dripping wet.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered.
“It’s all for you,” she said and kissed me.
I pushed my hand between her legs and fingered her, flicking her clit, making her squirm and moan. I worked her up into a frenzy, and I loved how she shuddered and cried out as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm. I pushed my fingers into her, and she cried out as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. She orgasmed, crying out my name, and I kissed her, taking her cries into my mouth.
She gasped and panted. I moved between her open legs, her body still trembling. By some miracle, I kept my cast out of the way and I pressed my dick into her. She moaned when I did and being inside of her was amazing. I had missed this the most. I bucked my hips, sliding in and out of her. I fucked her harder and harder. I pumped my cock into her, but I was still weaker than I usually was and tired quickly. I paused, breathing hard, my hands on either side of her head.
“Are you okay?” Fiona asked.
“I’m getting out of breath,” I admitted.
She touched my face. “Nothing wrong with that. Lie down, let me.”
I did as she asked. I pulled out of her, and I wondered at how I could feel like so much of a man after confessing that I was weak. I would never have admitted to something like this with anyone else. But Fiona wasn’t just anyone, and with her, I felt like I could be myself.
And if part of that was not being strong all the time, she could fill that gap and be strong for me when I needed it. The way I would be strong for her when she needed it. That was what a relationship was all about.
I stopped thinking when Fiona climbed on top of me. I could figure out the definition of love and relationships, later. Right now, a goddess was poised above me.
Fiona straddled me and sat up. Her breasts were perfection. I reached up and massaged them as she lowered herself onto my dick.
We gasped at the same time when she sat down on me. Fiona was tight. She took only a second to recover before she started moving her hips back and forth. She fucked me, sliding my dick in and out of her while I had my hands on her hips, helping her, holding on for the ride of my life. Having her tower over me was like a dream. A wet and wild sexual fantasy kind of dream.
It didn’t take long before Fiona orgasmed, and I loved the face she made when she did, her mouth opening in an “O” and her eyes squeezing shut, her whole body contracting so that she curled over me. When her body clamped down on my cock, I groaned. I wanted a release. I needed it.
As if Fiona knew it, she fucked me harder. She rode me, bucking her hips, her knees on either side of my hips, and she pulled my orgasm closer and closer to the edge. She moaned and panted and groaned, and I had my hands on her hips, feeling her fuck me.
I couldn’t hold back. I would have loved for her to orgasm a few more times, but I couldn’t help myself, and I exploded inside of her. I pumped into her, emptying myself out.
Fiona orgasmed a second time, and her body pulsated, milking me. My orgasm seemed to last forever, and she was right there with me, curled forward, her face so close to mine I could feel her gasping against my mouth. I grabbed her head and kissed her hard while we were caught in the orgasm together, two beings connected until we were one.
When it was over, Fiona slid off me and collapsed on the bed. It had been intense, and it had been fantastic. I hadn’t only been fucking, it had been making love.
“You’re amazing,” I said to her, rolling onto my side. I was aware of the cast again. I had forgotten about it while we had had sex. Now, I was irritated with it.
“I love you,” she said and moved so that she was on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and held her to me, dropping a kiss on her hair. This was what I wanted. As long as Fiona was in my arms, everything would work out. I wouldn’t have a care.
“I love you, too,” I said. I knew that it was true. I loved her more than I had ever thought I could love someone. It wasn’t about the length of time we had known each other. Jackson had thought we were moving too fast, but if he knew what this love felt like, he would have told me to run with it.
Which was what I was going to do, no matter what.
Chapter 25
Fiona
When I opened my eyes again, I blinked at the bright sun through the light curtains. Laird was on his side behind me, his one arm beneath my neck and the other around my waist. He held me, and I felt safe and loved. I wiggled my ass, shimmying closer to him, and he sighed, tightening his arms around me. I loved it. It felt great to be in his arms. It felt safe and right.
“Morning,” Laird mumbled, and I realized he was awake.
“Morning,” I said, turning my head. Laird kissed me on my cheek. I twisted in his arms so he could reach my mouth, and he kissed me deeply.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Sleepy from the medication. And my leg hurts. But I’m the happiest man alive.”
I smiled. Laird grinned, too. He rolled onto his back, and I shifted in bed until I lay on his chest. I traced his pectoral muscles with my fingertips, and his skin broke out in goosebumps wherever I touched him. I smiled. I loved that I had that reaction from him.
“What was it like?” I asked.
“What?”
“Not knowing what had happened. Not remembering.”
Laird blinked up at the ceiling. “It was like watching a movie but a piece in the middle is missing. You have an idea what the storyline is about, but there are important bits you know you missed out on.”
I nodded. “It must have been awf
ul.”
“Not as awful as it must have been for you,” Laird said.
“It was pretty horrible,” I admitted. “To be in the hospital room and not knowing if you were going to wake up at all was worse, though. But when you did wake up, and you had no idea who I was, it was pretty tough.”
“You handled it so well. You didn’t try to make me remember or anything, you didn’t make it harder.”
I kissed his chest. “I didn’t want you to suffer more than you already were. You didn’t see what you looked like when you woke up, so scared and pale and out of it. I didn’t want to put you through more.”
I thought back to what Laird had looked like when they had just brought him in. There had been so much blood caked in his hair, pouring over his eye, getting stuck in his beard. I had been terrified that he would be stuck in a coma or worse.
The doctors had told me he was stable, that is heart was beating, but I still hadn’t been able to look past all that blood. And his leg had looked terrible. So swollen and caked with blood they’d had to cut his jeans off him.
I turned my head into Laird’s chest, trying to get rid of the memories. I wanted to focus on the good that had come after the accident ‒ the miracle that had happened to bring Laird back to me rather than how horrible it had been.
“At least you had people you did recognize,” I said, thinking about Jackson.
Laird nodded. “I was lucky I hadn’t lost more. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d woken up in a strange place with only strangers to guide me through.”
“Jackson is a good friend,” I said.
“He is.”
I hesitated. “I don’t mean to say something nasty about him, but in a way, it felt like he was trying to keep us apart. After you woke up, he seemed to try and keep me away from you.”
Laird thought about it.
“I might be wrong,” I added. “I was in a dark place, and I don’t know him at all.”
“No, you’re right,” Laird said. “I spoke to him about it when I remembered. I asked him why he hadn’t said anything about us, about the baby.”
“What did he say?” I asked. It seemed horrible that Laird’s best friend wouldn’t even tell him that he was going to be a father. It had been very soon after the accident, but it was something Laird had deserved to know from the beginning, in my opinion.
“He said he wanted me to remember you by myself. He was worried that we’re moving too fast.”
“I guess I can understand that. But the baby?”
Laird sighed. “Jackson has had a tough past with women. He’s been screwed over a lot of times, and because of it, he doesn’t date anymore. I think his past might have influenced his decisions and how he sees our relationship. I can’t blame the guy for trying to protect me, no matter how pissed off I am that he kept it from me.”
I nodded. I could understand it, in a way. But I didn’t agree with how Jackson had gone about it. I would have told my best friend right away if there was something serious he needed to know. Of course, no one could have been prepared for something like this. How could Jackson have known how to act? I didn’t even know how to act. A part of me had screamed that I should try to make him remember. But a part of me had wanted to protect him.
I could relate to what Jackson had done even though I hated the idea that he had thought we were moving too fast.
A thought dawned on me, and I sat up so I could look Laird in the eye.
“Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
Laird frowned. “What?”
“It’s been a month, and we’re talking about forever together. Your friends are worried. My friends are worried. What if we’re going too fast? I don’t want it to be the case, even if I’m pregnant.”
Laird shook his head and took my hands. “Calm down, sweetheart,” he said. “I like our pace just fine. If I thought we were moving too fast, I would have told you so. I don’t mess around.”
I nodded, satisfied. Laird was right, he would have told me. Or I would have seen it in another way. But we were doing well. We were on the same page.
“Let’s forget about the accident and all the reasons why everyone else thinks we won’t make it and talk about happier things,” Laird said.
“Like what?” I asked, settling down again in the crook of his arms.
“Like if we’re still thinking about moving in together. I know it’s only been a week, but a lot has happened. Are we still thinking about that?”
I nodded. “I am if you are. I want to stay here with you. I have to talk to Charlene about how soon I can work remotely. I’m not sure if she’ll be able to let me do it starting next week the way we had initially planned. But I want to come stay here with you.”
Laird smiled and planted a kiss on my lips. “I love that,” he said. “I want to expand to make a baby room.”
“I was thinking about that,” I said. “How would you do it?”
“We add on. Building with timber. I helped build this one, actually. It won’t be hard. I do need to get permission from the lodge owner first. I can’t see why it would be a problem, though.”
“That’s so hot,” I said.
Laird looked surprised and chuckled. “What’s hot?”
“A man building a house for his woman. There’s something about men being able to survive in the wild and do manual labor things that turns me on.”
Laird laughed. “I will take care of you. You’re my princess.”
I blushed, and the way he looked at me when I did only intensified it.
“I can’t wait to be together, as a family,” I said.
“This is what I want,” Laird said. “You and me, naked in the cabin.”
I laughed. “You forgot about the baby.”
Laird put his hand on my belly. “Never,” he said and kissed me. It was the first time he touched me like that, there. He touched me in a way that made me believe he really was okay with being a father. I hadn’t realized that I’d still been worried about it until he had shown me that he was perfectly happy.
I moved, pressing my body up against his and kissing him. This was what I wanted, too. We had the whole weekend together, and the extra clothes I had bought were pointless. We would spend the rest of the weekend together, naked. I wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed with Laird. And judging by the way he kissed me back, that was what he wanted, too.
Chapter 26
Laird
I didn’t let go of Fiona all weekend. I held her as close to me as possible. We were practically joined at the hip, and we barely left the bed. When I realized Fiona had run to the store to buy food, and she’d cleaned up, I had been pleasantly surprised. She would be an amazing homemaker. She also made sure I took it easy and took my medication, but I hadn’t had any intentions of going somewhere when she was right here next to me.
Unfortunately, as before, reality called, and on Monday morning, Fiona had to leave. She had to get back to work to figure out things with her boss. She was going to come back and work remotely from the cabin, but the logistics sounded complicated.
I ordered a cab for her first thing in the morning. The sooner she could get back and take care of it, the sooner she could be with me for good.
When she left, I pushed my hand into my pocket and pulled out the panties I had stolen from her suitcase, grinning. I had taken them before she had changed for work into clothes she had bought. Fiona was headed back to the city for a day of work without panties on and the thought made me hot for her.
I would wait until she came back before I took her to my room and made her mine again. I could never get enough of her. She was so fucking satisfying in bed, my body hummed with desire whenever I thought about her. I had had good sex before, but nothing that left me numb the way Fiona did. Everything about her was mind-blowing. I couldn’t believe I had found the woman of my dreams by chance with a twisted ankle – a fake one, at that – on the mountain.
I made my way to the shower and stoo
d awkwardly under the water with my cast out the door so it didn’t get wet. It wouldn’t be on for too long, the doctor had said. The skin had been broken, but the bone had only been cracked, and the healing process would be quicker than if it had been worse. I had been very lucky. To walk away with my life, my leg, and my memories made me the luckiest man alive. The mountain hadn’t taken me down. I had come out victorious.
And with Fiona by my side, I was a winner.
When I was done in the shower, I changed. I couldn’t get jeans over my cast so I pulled on tracksuit pants and a T-shirt, put on a hiking shoe on the one foot. The other had to stay as it was. I felt unbalanced with only one shoe, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I picked up the crutches the hospital had issued me and walked toward the door. I glanced at the keys on the hook next to the door. There was no way I was driving. I could write myself off if I tried it. I would be unable to drive for a while, still. But I had to get out. There was something I needed to do.
Instead of driving, I set off on foot through the woods. The upside was that the distance between my cabin and Jackson’s was shorter when I could cut straight through the woods. The downside was that it was a hell of a lot harder to get through. The terrain was rough as it was, with roots sticking up out of the ground and mulch hiding holes and ditches. And I was on crutches, which only made matters worse. If I had been on two strong legs, I would have covered the distance easily, but it took me close to two hours to get to Jackson. I took a few breaks, too.
When I knocked on Jackson’s front door and he opened, he looked surprised to see me. He looked over my shoulder before he frowned. “Did you walk here?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Are you fucking crazy? Do you want to end up back in the hospital?”
“Stop fussing, I’m fine,” I said, hobbling into the cabin. “I had to see you.”
