by Kira Blakely
I sank my middle finger into her well, as deeply as possible, and pulled it in and out as her hips rotated counterclockwise to accept me.
“Faster!” she hissed like a viper—and I obliged. I knew she’d found it when her hips began to buck and sounds of immense excitement spilled out of her mouth while she cupped her breasts.
“Sweeeet Jesus!” she cried out in a very un-church-like manner.
When it was done, she lay against me without moving. I knew she was floating in that magic place afterwards. I knew, because I’d been there, too.
That was when she pulled herself together and turned toward me. “That was wonderful,” she breathed.
I opened my mouth to say something appropriate, but she clapped her hand over my lips and touched a finger to her own. “Shhh... you talk too much.”
Chapter 8
Elspeth
I felt lost, but not because I couldn’t remember where I was. I was caught up in a stream of sensual arousal and reward, and it all emanated from this man beside me. My body seemed to have a memory of its own, even if I couldn’t tap into it. My reflexes were automatic, and all I could think of was wrapping around the muscular, manly-scented body beside me.
At that moment, I felt warm and languid inside—the nerves at the surface of my skin still sensitive to his touch but the underlying ache had subsided, for now.
He was watching me, dividing his concentration between my half-naked body and the road. I pulled my knees beneath me and leaned forward to kiss his ear, flicking my tongue into its shallow canals. His head eased backward and a sound of pleasure came from his throat. My hand reached for his crotch, and I could feel the hardness through the heavy denim fabric. It must be painful. I opened his button and lowered his zipper, reaching in to find his penis and releasing it from the confines of his jeans. I pushed down the fabric at his hips, and he raised his hips in quick spurts so I could push his pants down to mid-thigh.
The scent of our earlier sex still clung to him. He was rigid and pointing upward toward me. I couldn’t explain it, but I was truly hungry for him! I could feel saliva building in my mouth. I hesitated long enough to let it pool up before holding the magnificent shaft in my hand and coaxing him into my mouth and down my throat.
“Oh, my God!” he cried out and jerked, his foot slipping off the gas pedal, causing us to decelerate.
I wanted to tell him to be careful, but I knew he’d appreciate my silence as it kept him buried in my throat.
“Damn, what are you doing to me?” He groaned.
I pulled my head back. “Want me to stop?” I asked him in a half-solicitous, half-mocking tone.
“Hell, no!” His hand pushed my head back down.
It took both my hands to hold him while I slid him in and out of my throat, my tongue winding about his shaft in a sinewy rhythm. I learned quickly where his sensitive spots were and worked them like the sections of an orchestra; some soft and melodious—other deep in a heavy bass. He began gasping for air, and I felt him jerk the car off the side of the road into what was probably a driveway and slam it into park.
He lifted his hips so he could slide his pants down to his knees, splaying them wide. That helped because now I took his balls into my mouth, each like an overly-ripe peach. They were succulent, and I flicked the tender skin beneath with my fingertip. I felt movement and realized he had hit the seat adjustment button so he was now lying flat and farther back from the steering wheel. This gave my head more clearance. I began sucking quickly, like I would a popsicle on a hot summer day, running my tongue around the shaft and the tip so as not to let the juices get away from me.
Finn’s mouth was open, and his head was rolling from side to side. I increased the pace and could hear his abrupt cries as he caught the wave. I was rewarded with a stream of white cream that ran down my chin and dripped onto my own bared pussy.
His eyes were closed, and he was panting. I fastened one hand over him, feeling the pulse slow gradually and still pumping gently to let him down incrementally.
Suddenly, his hands were on my sides and he pulled me up to meet his mouth. He tasted his juice still on my lips and with one hand, reached downward and used his finger to scrape mine from my still-sensitive tunnel. He touched this to his lips and then kissed me—hard.
“I don’t know who you are or what you’ve done, Elspeth, but I’m never letting you go,” he whispered roughly and clutched me against his chest.
“You’re all I have to hold on to, big guy,” I whispered back, and he hugged me harder yet.
Chapter 9
Finn
Leigh had done her job well—just as I’d expected. The corporate jet was waiting for us when we arrived and even though I looked like hell, I was whistling with happiness inside. Once we were airborne, Elspeth and I took a shower, dressed in the clothes Leigh had sent and Elspeth underwent an exam.
Pete emerged from the cabin bedroom, a guarded look on his face.
“Who is she, Finn?”
“How is her head?”
“Just a bruise and she’ll be fine, but don’t change the subject. I asked you who she is?”
“I don’t know.” I held a glass of bourbon and was sitting in one of the broad side chairs. I’d been watching television and trying to relax, knowing all the time that this discussion was in the offing.
“What the hell does that mean?” He poured himself a brandy and sat opposite me, crossing his legs and flipping off the television with his own remote.
“It means just that. Look, it’s a long story, but I found her unconscious in a burning hunter’s shack in the middle of nowhere. I saw the flames as I was driving by and went back to check. The car got stuck, we had to wait for someone to pull us out, and I drove south until I got here. I don’t know who she is other than her first name seems to be Elspeth.”
“And you know this, how?” He was trying to trap me; I knew it. I’d probably do the same damned thing if I were in his position.
“Didn’t you see the necklace she was wearing?”
“She wasn’t wearing any necklace. She was dressed in some sort of jogging outfit; I don’t know, but there was no necklace. When she couldn’t tell me her name, I looked for identifying marks. There weren’t any… with the exception…” He let the sentence hang in the air.
“Of what?”
“She’s recently had intercourse.” Pete put it in clinical terms, although he had a fair idea who her partner had been.
I tried to have the good manners to look abashed, but I wasn’t.
“That’s what I figured.” Pete grimaced. “So, Finn, what the hell do you want me to do with this mess you’ve created?”
I downed my drink and poured another. “Is she sleeping?” I asked and he nodded. “Pete, the bruise on the back of her head. Any clues what she was hit with?
“I’m no psychic, Finn. Hell, I don’t know. You said you found her in a cabin. It’s not the kind of bruise you’d get from falling, but you might get it if you backed into something—hard. I doubt she did that. If I had to guess, I’d say someone hit her. I don’t suppose you know anything about that?” He glowered at me.
“What the fuck do you take me for? Of course not!”
“So, again, I’ll ask. What is it you want from me?” He wasn’t going to drop this, no matter how high of a fee he intended to charge me, and I knew it would be dizzyingly high.
“Look, if you don’t have to say anything, just don’t. I don’t know who she is, how she got there, but I’ll put some people on it and see what happens. I’ve got some folks who can make a few quiet, private inquiries. You know how I work, Pete.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what worries me.”
“Pete! Damn, you know I’m a decent guy. Has she gotten to me? Sure. That stranded and bonding thing is real—I just lived through it. Outside of that, I’ll do the right thing, and I won’t take advantage of her unless she fully consents.”
“You need to find out who she is. She’s liable to
be somebody’s wife, you know.” He was trying to be objective.
“Not wearing a ring.” I was proving myself to be a worthy opponent to his logic.
“Somebody on the run.” He was just chock full of great suggestions.
“Maybe, but I’ll have my people check it out.”
“I’ll bet you will.” His voice had a dour ring. “She needs something to eat. She’s not malnourished, but she’s small and doesn’t have a lot of reserve.
“I’ll take something in for her.”
“No, Finn, you sit here. I’ll take something in to her. Where is the ‘something’?”
I pressed a button, and the attendant came out. “Would you give Dr. Harper the lady’s dinner, please?” I instructed her.
She nodded, reappearing a few moments later with a tray.
Pete downed his drink, got up, and took the tray, tapping on the bedroom door before he went inside. He was in there for some time – so long that I began to consider checking on them. Once he finally reappeared, we were preparing to land.
“She’s confused, Finn. Don’t make it worse. Where is she going to stay?”
“I’m having one of the condos in my building prepared for her. I’ll give her the privacy she deserves, Pete. You know me.”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about. All right, let me out of this flying cigar, and I’ll look in on her in a day or so.”
“Pete?”
“Yeah?”
“This amnesia thing. Could that be legit?”
He looked thoughtful and nodded. “Absolutely. Amnesia is a condition that can be permanent, as in degenerative diseases like Alzheimer’s, or temporary. She might recover her memory, just parts of it, or none of it. If it’s a psychological block, she would need therapy and would have to be willing to recover it. It’s a complicated circumstance with many causes and solutions.”
“You know what the hell I’m asking.”
Pete nodded and buckled his seatbelt. “Yes, she could have lost a segment of time due to that blow to the head. But if someone hit her, why and where did they go afterward? You said you found her and she was alone.”
“Don’t know, Pete, but you can damned well bet I’m going to find out.”
Chapter 10
Elspeth
I’d just drifted off to sleep when Finn came into the bedroom and told me we’d arrived. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but assumed we were probably in Chicago. I knew where that was, but not whether I’d been there before. The meds the doctor had given me for my headache had worked like a charm, and I wanted to just find a bed and go to sleep.
I had no money, no clothes other than those on my back when Finn found me, and the outfit I was wearing belonged to him. Essentially, I had no option but to follow him along quietly and hope there was a bed waiting for me at some point.
I followed him into a limousine and closed my eyes as I laid my head back against the cushion. We dropped off the doctor at what I assumed was his home. He climbed out and stopped, turning back toward us and said, “Oh, and Finn… Elspeth tells me you insisted she stay awake since she had a head injury?”
“Yeah?”
“We don’t do that anymore. You should have just let her rest.”
“Well, hell, I didn’t know…”
The doctor laughed, a short barking sound, and walked toward his house as the driver closed the door. It was about a half hour later when we pulled up to a very modern, very tall building in the heart of what must have been downtown Chicago. I could see a body of water to my right and nothing but lights elsewhere.
Finn helped me out of the limo, took my hand and led me into an elevator. My head was still aching, and I wanted to sleep so badly.
“I’ve got a condo set up for you. It’s on the floor below mine, but I think you’ll find everything you need. I’ve also hired a trained nurse companion to stay with you for the time being. She can keep an eye on your head and maybe help you with the memory issues.”
The glass elevator doors opened and we stepped onto a mezzanine that overlooked the lobby below. “This is where you live?” I asked in amazement.
“Live and work. I’m in the penthouse but my company is housed on the third and fourth floors. The building is a mixture of commercial and residential space.”
I nodded as though I understood what all that meant but I still wanted a pillow.
He punched a code on the keypad next to a nearby door and there was a click. “Your lock code is 3498 but I’ll make sure the nurse has it and writes it down for you. I wouldn’t want you to have to remember too much.” There was just the tiniest dab of sarcasm in his voice.
We walked in and a woman rose from a chair in what looked to be the living room. “Mr. Tremaine.” She nodded as she came toward us. She was almost as tall as Finn but walked gracefully. She dwarfed me but her short-cropped, blond hair made her look like a female Viking warrior.
“And you are?” Finn asked her.
“Mary Becker. I’m a registered nurse and was sent by Dr. Harper to keep an eye on Ms. Elspeth,” she told us.
“Well, Mary, you have a young lady here who is dropping with exhaustion. Could you see her to bed, please? I’m assuming you’ll be staying in one of the other bedrooms?”
“Yes, sir. I will stay here until Dr. Harper dismisses me. I will leave my door open in case Ms. Elspeth needs anything,” she said.
I could tell that the doctor must have briefed her on my condition because she held out her hand to me like I was a pathetic crazy person.
“You don’t need to hold my hand,” I told her up front. “I can walk quite nicely on my own, thank you. Just point to my room and y’all can sit out here and gab all night if you want to, but I’m going to get some sleep.”
She nodded and Finn took a step backward. I realized I hadn’t yet strung that many words together, and he probably was a little surprised.
I followed Mary until she pointed to her right and I walked into the bedroom. I truthfully have no idea what it looked it. I headed straight to the bed, kicking off the boots and sliding off my pants as I headed for it. I folded back the comforter, laid down and reached up to turn off the lamp.
“You can shut the door on your way out, please,” I told her.
I snuggled down under the soft covers and molded the pillow so it took some of the weight off the lump on my head. After that, I remembered nothing because I immediately went to sleep.
Chapter 11
Finn
I was up late – the events of the day before had taken their toll on me. I felt like I’d been through the first day of football camp in high school. I showered quickly, pulled on my working clothes, and pressed a cup from the Keurig before heading down to Elspeth’s condo.
Mary Becker answered the door, although I could have as easily entered the code and gone in unannounced.
“Good morning, Mr. Tremaine,” she greeted me.
Shaking my head, I said, “Mary, just call me Finn. Is she up?”
“No, I peek in from time to time but she’s still asleep.”
“She’s okay, isn’t she? She didn’t have some after effect of the lump on her head?”
Mary smiled. “No, nothing like that. She’s just worn out. Can I relay a message? I see you’re dressed for work. Would you like to give me any orders?”
“Pete is supervising, though, right?” I asked, hesitant, to which she nodded. I had no idea why I’d become such a worry wart. That was not my personality. “Mary, sit down a minute, would you?”
When she complied, I said, “Okay, look, here’s the story. Not sure what Pete told you but this young lady isn’t really known to me.”
Mary tipped her head and gave me a doubtful look.
“Okay, okay, beyond that—and I know that sounds awful but you would have had to have been there. She was perfectly okay with it. Anyway, without going into details, she says she doesn’t know who she is, how she got the lump on her head, or how she wound up in a hunting shack
that was on fire. If she says she doesn’t remember, I’m willing to take her word on it, but I’m going to have my people check her out regardless. So, if you will just listen for anything that could be a clue—good or bad—I need to know. Got that?”
Mary nodded. “Do I let her know you’re checking her out?”
“I don’t care, because it’s as much for her benefit as it is mine. If she has a life somewhere, she needs to know about it. I will tell you that I wouldn’t mind at all if she stuck around, but this is no kidnapping. I’m just giving her shelter as I get to know her better. But this is all above board, got that?”
“Got it.”
I knew I was sounding paranoid and probably for good reason. Not only had Elspeth and I had sex twice in the first day we met, but it had been hot and I felt like it showed all over my face. Sure, I’ll admit I was feeling guilty, but she and I had something special going on. I knew she felt it, too—or at least I thought she did. When it came down to it, what did I really know?
“Okay, I’ve got to get going.” I handed her my card. “This is to my cell phone. Although I’m only downstairs, I do have meetings so you’d have to get through my staff to get to me. Easier to call the number on that card. In fact, here’s a second one. Give that to Elspeth. I’m going to send up some things today, including a phone for her. See if you can keep her resting. Well, I’m sure Pete covered all that.”
I knew I was blithering. Why did I have this feeling like a nervous parent leaving their child with a babysitter for the first time? At least, I’m guessing that’s what it felt like. I wanted someone to keep an eye on her so she wouldn’t disappear.
“Okay, I’m out of here. Remember, Mary, anything at all. You can text me. That might be easier and less obvious. Bye.”
I went out the door and down the elevator to my office suite. There was no abnormal reaction as I walked back to my office, which told me one thing. Leigh had kept her mouth shut, as usual. I made a mental note to give her a raise.
She was sitting outside my office at her own desk. She had two secretaries to whom she delegated work, but she was answerable only to me. “Leigh. Inside?”
