by Tiana Cole
“I’m still curious why you think I am like most people who think that you are shallow.”
“That little speech you gave this morning…about our so-called one night stand? That made me realize how low you think of me, that I would seduce my own nurse…that she had to practically beg that it shouldn’t happen again.”
I gasped. I remembered that speech.
“I-I’m sorry…it wasn’t my intention to insult you in anyway. I just wanted to reassure that…that…”
I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“That everything was just a game with me and you understood and didn’t want me to feel obligated to think about it in any way except as a casual fuck.”
Double bullseye! When did he become a mind reader? I had no response.
“From your enigmatic silence I will assume I hit the sweet spot.”
Well…yeah! You’ve hit it like a million times last night when we were in bed. But of course I didn’t say that out loud.
“Look, Sienna…I’m terminating your services. You’re free to go home anytime you’d like.”
What the…?
“You’re firing me?”
That I said out loud. I was dumbfounded. It was the last thing I expected him to say or do.
“B-b-but why? If it’s about the thing I said this morning…I’m sorry.”
“Yes it’s because of what you said. I hate for you to think that you are obliged to stay in any way because of the donation I promised to make to the hospital. My word is good enough. I will give the hospital the hospice it needs. That arrangement isn’t tied in any way to your staying as my personal nurse. Unless…”
Unless what? I waited with bated breath.
“Unless you tell me that you really want to stay…whether that promise I made to Director Newell is on the table or not.”
How did I get myself into this Catch-22 situation? All along I pictured myself as the martyr for the hospital. Everything that happened was for my personal deification, like some ransom that had to sacrifice myself doing the greater good. But he was giving me a way out. I could go and he would still keep his word.
Thankfully the food arrived.
“You can tell me your decision later. Let’s eat now.”
It was a command. But I’d lost all my appetite somehow. I was never in a situation where I had to tell a guy I wanted to stay. It made me feel vulnerable. Call it womanly pride or self-importance, but I wanted a man to tell me to stay. Not the other way around.
I sneaked a look at his face. He was eating heartily like he hadn’t a care in the world. That irritated me. I wished the steak was bad and gave him food poisoning. Then let’s see if he didn’t ask me to stay instead.
His cellphone rang and I realized it had been ringing recurrently since this morning. He never bothered to answer it.
“Your phone?” I informed him coolly.
“It can wait,” he answered brusquely.
What was wrong with him anyway? He swung both ends of the spectrum like a woman with menopause. I couldn’t find a trace of the gentle and considerate Gareth that I’d witnessed throughout the whole day. I frowned to show I was just as irritated as he seemed to be.
We were now both picking at our food.
“Have some more potatoes,” he offered.
“No thanks,” I grumbled back sharply.
I couldn’t hide the exasperation in my voice. He looked at me. A gamut of emotions ran across his face. I couldn’t deduce or make a guess what they were. He alternately looked worried and then tried to pretend he didn’t care.
“What?” I barked as he persisted on staring at me.
“I need your answer now.”
I wanted to pretend I didn’t understand. But I knew better. Gareth wasn’t the type you treated as a dimwit. He wouldn’t appreciate it. I was torn in two. Conceit pulled me in one direction – the feminine instinct wanting to be treated as desirable and then being asked to stay, while the truth was pulling even harder on the other side.
If I left I would probably never see him again. My life would go on as before. Was that what I sought? He made no promises about the future—just the truth, whether I wanted to stay or not.
Ordinarily the choice would be easy to make. I wasn’t a risk taker. Not about my life and my future. But things had happened between us, things that I coveted but denied myself. Those things have changed me and I realized I wanted more. I knew I would choose the now over the uncertain future. I had bitten off the apple and I was hooked.
“I’ll stay…” I mumbled under my breath.
“What did you say? I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”
“I said I want to stay.”
“That’s my girl,” he replied.
I looked at him and it seemed like an immense load was off his shoulders. The twinkle was back in his eye and he was grinning from ear to ear. I probably didn’t look as elated as he was and he saw it on my face.
“So…this arrangement between us, what exactly would it entail from me?”
I wanted to hear from him the details. I wanted him to tell me that I would share his bed with him…if that was part of the arrangement. I wanted him say that I would be his girlfriend.
“I think I already made myself clear about that last night at Philippe’s. Remember what I said? Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to. You see, Sienna…part of my having a heart is letting anyone decide for themselves. I am not your master. I want to make you happy, and if that means staying with me or leaving me, you are free to do as you please.”
Why did that feel so vague? He still wasn’t making any promises. Instead he was just reassuring me. He wanted me to feel good about staying. But I wanted more from him. Shit. The ball was back in my court, and if there was something I knew about myself, I was a lousy player.
“You’re not happy about what I just said? What is it exactly that you want, Sienna?”
I wanted him to say that he wanted me. Me. Sienna Miller, the woman. I wanted to hear him say that I meant more to him than just a warm body to satisfy his sexual needs just because I was conveniently available to him.
I wanted to hear him say that I meant more than all the past women in his life. I wanted to hear him say that he loved me and couldn’t see a future without me in his life. I wanted all of that and more.
But I couldn’t say the words. He might run screaming out the door. It was too soon…for him. Besides, I didn’t want him to think that I was a presumptuous piece of ass. One night in bed with him and I was fantasizing about the fairytale.
“I-I just don’t want to get hurt, Gareth,” I managed to say.
“Then don’t.”
Another enigmatic statement. It was up to me to interpret it any way I wanted to. He was saying it was my duty to take care of myself. And he was right. Captain of my own ship and all that crap. If I chose to stay as I had already said I would, that decision was something that he wanted. Something that made him happy.
A win for him. He was the kind of guy who went for what he wanted, and right then he thought he wanted me. But that didn’t come with any reassurance that things will always be that way. That much was clear.
That’s what he was trying to tell me. It was up to me to decide that things would either make me happy or destroy me completely.
Another crossroad and I ignored the signs. I may be choosing the wrong turn. But for now being close to him was what I wanted. It was a conscious decision even if the signs were telling me that it was a questionable judgment. I would just try to find my way back in the future if things get a little too bumpy in the road up ahead. Surprisingly, I was at peace with that.
“Okay, now that we’ve gotten all this B.S. out of the way, are you still going to eat that steak, ’cause I want it,” I said.
The delight on his face was more than enough to make things good…for now.
Chapter 18 ( Sienna )
When we got home, I found myself feeling shy around him. It was like I k
new what to expect but didn’t know how to go about my way around him. He took a shower as soon as we arrived.
I decided to do the same in my own room. I wondered if I would be sleeping here tonight. I should just take his lead and see where this went.
I wanted to forego dinner. I was still stuffed from the late lunch and thought the cook should be informed. We decided on light salad for Gareth if he wanted to eat.
I checked my cellphone and saw I had a missed call. It must have come in while I was in the shower. It wasn’t a number that I was familiar with so I decided to ignore it.
Gareth was still nowhere in sight. I hadn’t had the chance to explore the rest of the house and thought now was a good time to do it. The first room I entered was furnished with comfortable leather couches and sofas.
There was a different feel to this room compared to the rest of the house. The ambiance was more casual and laidback. A huge flat screen TV dominated one wall and a small recess hinted at the state-of-the-art sound system.
A private enclosure revealed a Rocker gaming chair fronting another TV connected to an Xbox and PlayStation 4. Trophies encased in glass lined another side of the room where a billiard table stood near a minibar. I guessed this must be the den or Gareth’s ‘man-cave’ where he entertained intimate parties rather than using the formal dining room.
I sauntered towards the trophies and realized they were mostly F1 recognition for race events all over the world. He really took his racing seriously considering the top honors he received. I left the room and headed for the informal dining room where I decided to make my report for the day.
I needed a modicum excuse for my continual presence inside this house and a reminder that I was a nurse with duties to perform even if my patient was limited to one Gareth Westbrook.
I was filling out report forms when a warm hand grasped my wrist. It was him and I didn’t even hear him coming. I looked up and was taken aback by the yearning reflected in those eyes. His face had a feral look. Uncertain and yet strangely sure about his intentions, he helped me up from the chair and without a word led me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
A slow intense heat burned my body. My pussy clenched in anticipation as I felt wetness spread between my legs. My brain was no match for the conflicting emotions that possessed my psyche. Every fiber of my body was tingling.
“Lock the door,” he said as he entered and headed for the console.
He picked up a rectangular instrument, pressed a button, and erotic music filled the room. I was still as a statue as he came back to me and pulled me into his arms.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Mmmmm… yes!” I breathed as his lips came down on mine.
My body was on high alert, sensitive to his touch, eager to see what he had planned for me.
Slowly he began to kiss me, parting my lips as his tongue intruded into my mouth. Then he slowly and deliberately buried his nose against my neck, nipping and licking his way down my shoulders, causing me to shiver in anticipation as his hand groped my breast through my blouse.
“Would you like to undress me?” I asked with a giggle, then moaned softly as I felt his hand enter my blouse pulling aside my bra before cupping my breasts once again.
“Your breast fits perfectly into the palm of my hand,” he smiled.
I was consumed by a desire to have him touch me everywhere. I fumbled with his clothes and I could hardly wait till he was standing naked and proud in front of me. Then it was his turn to strip me off mine and soon we were the modern day version of Adam and Eve in our own private garden.
He leered as he got down on his knees and maneuvered my legs wide open, running his fingers lightly over my dark curly pubes. Burying his head into me I heard him say, “Your pussy is irresistible, Sienna” Then he ran a finger between my cunt lips and said, “You’re so wet, so ready for me.”
He began to kiss my inner thighs, nipping and sucking as he went along, sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation as he travelled upwards again. His fingers parted the lips of my pussy as he stiffened his tongue and slid them against the inner walls expertly avoiding my clit. It was driving me wild.
He then started a pleasurable assault flicking my clit, sliding his tongue inside of me, and then flicking me again and again and again.
“Ohhh…Ahhh… Gareth! Yes!” I said as I clutched his hair with one hand and played with my aroused nipples with the other.
My back arched stiffly as heat waves shot forth from my cunt to my brain. His tongue was attacking my wet pussy lips, outlining them with his moist tongue, sucking my juices. I was gasping for air
“Oooooo, Gareth! Oh yesss! Ohhhh Yesss!” I screamed like an insane woman as he sucked my clit.
I had never been tongue-fucked before and I couldn’t help myself as I thrust my hips into his face. If he didn’t stop now I knew I would cum this way.
Mercifully he let go of me only to drag me into bed with him. He lay down on his back and positioned my hips so that I was straddling his face.
“I can reach you deeper this way,” he said as he lowered my hips down gently over him.
I grabbed hold of the headboard in front of me, using my knees to support the rest of my weight.
I lowered gently against him, feeling his tongue explore the walls of my vagina. I rolled and thrust into him, yearning for the tormenting tongue to torture my swollen clit. When he sucked on it once again, it was all I could do to hold on, my fingers turning white as I grasped the headboard tightly.
“Baby, don’t stop! Don’t you ever stop! Oh, baby!” I said. My breathing was becoming more labored as I gripped the top of the headboard. I rolled and thrust my hips at his face. It was all he could do to hold on.
I knew that I was at the apex and I would soon be hurtling down the abyss and a single thought ran through my head like a flash of lightning. Was he ready for me? I didn’t wait to find out. I maneuvered myself and turned, slowly facing the opposite direction. I lowered my body and grabbed hold of his penis. He was hard as a rock as took him into my mouth in a 69 position.
I felt his body stiffen as my lips worked their magic on his rod. I smiled because I knew I was giving him the same intense pleasure that he had given me. I could see my saliva glistening on his penis as my lips alternately tightened and loosened over his cock. I felt his finger slipped back into my cunt and worked them slowly in and out.
I moaned as I felt his tongue flick at me again. My back arched, my body writhed in delight, my legs quivered as he gently sucked on me. My spasms made me clamp my lips even tighter around his manhood.
“I want to cum inside you,” I heard him say as he gently pushed me away and positioned me where he was before. He then spread my legs wide as he placed his hips firmly infront of me and penetrated me. Deep.
“Oh, Gareth, you feel soooo good, soooo good inside of me.” I wailed in pleasure.
I was bucking and writhing to meet his every thrust. His lunged slowly, repeatedly, increasing his pace slowly, bringing me closer the longer he was inside of me. My pussy was on fire. He filled me completely.
He was huffing and puffing, his warm breath fanning my face.
“I’m almost there, Sienna…”
I tried to hold on a few seconds longer, waiting for him, but the intense pressure between my legs couldn’t be subdued any longer.
“I’m coming, Gareth,” I announced as an explosion of fireworks exploded inside my brain.
My orgasm was so intense that my body lifted from off the bed. I let out a scream as Gareth’s own body spasmed and quivered above me. The tendons on his neck stood out like braided cords as he reached his own orgasm lunging into me so hard I thought I’d get thrown off the bed.
Another spasm hit me as I grabbed hold of his bucking body. I thought I’d never stop coming.
Each orgasm was like fireworks that etched and scorched every nerve ending in my body. Gareth’s knees gave way and he fell on me like a sack, breathing and wheezing wildly as I
tried to catch my own breath. The ripples slowly passed until it came to a halt although I could still hear bells ringing in my ears. I had never been so exhausted in my entire life.
Minutes passed and I thought he had fallen asleep on top of me. He stirred gently and slid off me, bringing air back into my lungs. I felt limp as a ragdoll as he gathered me in his arms, kissing the top of my head.
I gazed up into his eyes and saw a look that baffled me. His face displayed both tenderness and satiation indicating sexual satisfaction. But his eyes looked perplexed and puzzled like someone wondering what hit him.
“Are you hungry?”
Surely he must be after all that sexual exertion. Even I was starting to feel the first pangs of hunger.
“Uhhm… hungry? Yes I am.”
“Okay,” I said, preparing to get out of his embrace. “I asked the cook to prepare a salad in case you wanted to eat.”
“Wait…”
I looked back at him from my upright position. Maybe he wanted something more filling than just a salad.
“I’m hungry…yes. But I’m hungry for more of you. I can’t seem to get enough.”
“Gareth?”
“Come here…” he said, pinning me back to the bed.
My nurse instinct wondered if he was maybe doing too much. He was, after all, recovering from a car crash. But all thoughts vanished from my mind as his mouth possessed mine and his tongue began a concerto with my tongue. Whatever reservations I had were buried underneath the familiar prickle in my skin as his fingers reached down between my thighs and started their slow sensual caresses moving upwards to where it mattered most.
Chapter 19 ( Sienna )
I was dreaming that a huge serpent was constricting me. I couldn’t move my arms and legs and was suffocating. I could hear its hissing sound so clearly in my ears. I opened my eyes and was momentarily disoriented. Recollection came dawning.
I was in Gareth’s bedroom in his bed. One arm was strewn across my chest and his leg was straddled across mine. The hissing sound was white noise coming from hidden speakers. The cd must have looped to a stop when we were asleep.
