by Logan Chance
His hands are all over me, his lips following, and this is my heaven. I know now he is my forever, and I will never leave him.
He pushes into me, his hardness filling me up. I ride him as his hands and fingers explore every inch of my skin.
“Fuck, Lizzy, you feel so good.” He rocks into me, sitting up on the bed to get a better grip.
The way we move together is like magic. A magic only shared between two souls in love. My body builds and builds as he gains control, slamming into me harder. I ride him until he flips me over and throws my legs around his back, ramming into me.
It’s powerful and raw.
“Ryan, I’m so close,” I shout out.
He groans. “I love feeling you. It’s so much more. I know your body.”
I kiss him, long and slow, as chills race over my skin. It’s all fireworks and hot magma as he kisses me. I see stars and comets, even planets align in my vision as I close my eyes and feel everything he gives me.
He’s the one man who can turn me into all smiles and butterflies, and he’s the one man I will never tire of. I love him.
I push against his dick, my inner walls tightening as my orgasm nears. His fingers toy with my clit.
My orgasm hits me like a volcano, and he growls in my ear. “Oh fuck, Lizzy.”
The feel of everything, all the emotions, all the heartache over the past few weeks swirls through me, making my teary eyes close. “Ryan, I love you,” I repeat in his ear as he continues his push and pull.
“I love you,” he says as he comes deep inside me. His fingers move up my body, landing on my face as he cups my cheeks in his hands. “In the darkness and shadows, you’re all I see.”
A tear falls as I lean into kiss him. And I grind myself against his body. “I’m not going anywhere, ever,” I breathe into his ear.
“Good,” he says.
Chapter 23
Cryin
I do not fear the valley; for I am the shadow.
It’s been six months since I went blind. And, it has gotten much easier. When it first happened, I didn’t want anyone’s help. I wanted to hole myself away forever and never come out.
It wasn’t until I actually sat down and talked with my dad and doctors that I felt better. They’re hopeful that one day I will get my sight back, but for now I just deal with the day-to-day of being blind.
I finally moved out of my parent’s house and back into the bungalow with Lizzy. It’s been challenging, but she really is the greatest woman I’ve ever known.
The Lighthouse Center for the Blind has helped a lot. It’s one of the reasons I was able to move out on my own.
They’ve taught me many things on my road to independence.
“You almost ready?” Lizzy yells from across the hallway.
“Yeah.” I finish putting on my shoes and head out of our master bedroom.
She’s moved to the kitchen and rattles around in the cabinets. I move up behind her, wrapping my arms around her.
“Hey there,” she says, turning around. “You look great.”
“I’m a little nervous.” I haven’t been out in public too much. Maybe it’s fear of the unknown, maybe it’s something else. Either way, tonight is a huge milestone for us.
“You’ll be fine. I’ll be by your side, always.” She kisses my lips, and my unsteady heart calms.
An hour later, we enter a bar. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol invade me as Lizzy helps me to find a seat.
There’s a lot of chatter, and the strobe lights dance in my vision.
“Hey there, you two,” my mother says.
A hand pats my shoulder. “Good to see you, son,” my father says.
The cacophony of voices and clatter of bar glassware grows louder until I hear my brother’s voice. It’s directed in front of me, and I know he’s onstage.
“I’d like to welcome everyone here tonight,” he says, his voice amplified by a microphone. The bar quiets down. “This set is dedicated to someone special joining us here tonight. My brother, Ryan, is here. He’s a RECON marine who was injured overseas, and I’m so happy he’s here tonight. I love you, bro.”
I smile as the soft music of guitars and drums starts.
It’s a sad song, but Devin’s voice, raw and gritty, booms through the microphone. I never knew he could sing like this.
The song picks up, and the energy around me speeds up. Everyone is clapping and cheering along to the chorus of the song, and I even begin tapping my foot along to the beat.
“He’s great, isn’t he?” Lizzy asks.
“Yeah, he really is. Thank you for bringing me tonight.”
“It means a lot to Devin for you to be here.” She kisses my cheek.
We continue listening to song after song, and I’m amazed by how well Devin’s band plays.
He really could be the next big thing. His music is better than what plays on the radio, and I clap along with the crowd when he finishes.
“I’m glad you could come,” Devin says a while after their set has finished.
“Wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”
A slow song plays overhead, and Lizzy grabs my hand. “Dance with me.”
I’m hesitant at first, but I trust her more than anything, so I allow her to lead me on the floor. I pull her close, her body flush against mine.
The smell of her hair, the touch of her skin is perfect. We move to the soft rhythm and I pull her even closer, her hands gripping me tighter. “I love you,” I say, as I kiss the top of her head.
“I love you, too.”
I lean in close to her ear, kissing her skin quickly before saying, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore, is winged Cupid painted blind.”
“You know how much I love when you quote Shakespeare to me,” she says.
It’s true what they say, when you love someone so much, you are in tune with their feelings. I wouldn’t change any of my past decisions that have led me here today.
Maybe if I hadn’t joined the war, things would have been otherwise. And not always for the better. Life is a crapshoot, and you never know the hand you’ll be dealt until it happens and you’re left dealing with it all.
You can give up and never try to handle the situation, like I wanted to do, or, you can face it head on.
You’d be amazed at the things I can do all by myself now. I’m learning braille and can function by myself at home.
I can cook, clean, do laundry, dress myself. I’ve even been to the beach and into the water. My father has been working with me to surf, and although I haven’t successfully ridden a wave, I am getting better.
Everyday is a new set of challenges, but with Lizzy by my side I know I can face anything life has in store for me.
Epilogue
Lizzy
The night is blooming with possibilities. Ryan swims in the ocean, catching a wave before the sun has cast its last rays on the day.
You’d be surprised how well he handles being blind. Most people would never guess he’s blind with how well he maneuvers around.
After he swims on shore, I call to him to let him know where I am.
“Hey,” he says, grabbing me around the waist.
“You’re all wet.” I laugh.
He plops down on the large towel, and I adjust my telescope to gaze up into the sky.
“Anything interesting?”
“No, not really.” I focus on a cluster of stars as Ryan gets up and walks over.
“Let me look.”
I place his hand on the knobs, and he leans forward and puts his eye up to the eye piece. He moves the telescope away from the stars the scope was positioned on and hums as he turns the knobs.
“Ah, I see it.”
I smile. “What?”
“The Cryin’ Lizard. It’s beautiful.”
Sitting on the towel, I lie on my back. “Describe it to me.”
“Well, it’s the brightest star in the sky. It twinkles just for you. It’s big, and
there’s no other stars by it. It really is the prettiest thing I’ve ever set eyes on, besides you.” He leans away from the telescope and makes his way over to me.
“I’m sure it’s amazing,” I say, as he lays beside me.
He reaches his arm out, sliding his fingers into my hair. “Nothing could ever be as amazing as you. You’ve saved me when I needed you the most. You saved me from a life without love.”
I kiss him. With all that I am, I give him everything. “No, Ryan, you saved me.”
And I fell in love with my best friend, and we lived happily ever after.
Study Me
February 27th
Two years ago, I lost control. I vow to never let it happen again.
They’ve asked me to speak at a medical conference in Chicago. Me. A doctor who no longer believes in medicine.
Chapter 1
Marley
Insanity-noun-extreme foolishness or irrationality.
That’s me. I’ve lost my mind, but I can’t help it. Being so close to Professor Houston Dale does this to me. It’s led me to masturbating in the bathroom on a Boeing seven-forty-seven, thirty thousand feet in the air.
My fingertips race over my clit as I close my eyes conjuring up his dark irises, strong hands, his deep voice…oh, God, I’m going to come soon. I’m so wet, and the want swimming through my veins is too powerful to stop.
When we took off from the JFK airport, my nerves were shot from the idea of spending two whole days with my Anatomy professor.
Houston Dale, wait, I’m sorry, Doctor Houston Dale, was asked to speak at a prestigious medical conference in Chicago. As his assistant, he asked me to come along
At first, I was thrilled with the prospect of meeting some of the nation’s most brilliant physicians. In my excitement, I spent hours packing and repacking a variety of clothes—casual, business, even a slinky cocktail dress. My suitcase for this weekend trip is filled with enough outfits for an entire week. Then, my nerves took over. A weekend trip. With Professor Dale. Two whole days of being in close quarters with him, no buffer. Let me explain the problem with this scenario—even if my body doesn’t agree, I don’t particularly like Professor Dale most days. But, on the other days, I really do. It’s his brain, his intelligence. He’s so smart, and of course, it’s scary. To say he’s intimidating is an understatement. If you don’t complete an assignment or if you fail a test, the ridicule is severe. Believe me, I’ve experienced it a time or two.
Miss Murphy, maybe you need to return to high school and learn the fundamentals of education.
Miss Murphy, will you tell your patients you had no time to complete their chart?
Miss Murphy, blah blah blah.
The gorgeous man can be downright terrifying. Keyword, gorgeous. Tall, distinguished, and fucking sexy as hell in his glasses. He’s constantly running his hand through his dark waves, his frustration with his students leaving his hair in a sexy rumpled mess. It’s distracting. So many times, he’s chastised me, not knowing I was focused on the shape of his full lips forming the words. The way they sound coming out in his deep voice. Class is much harder when your Anatomy professor is talking about the human body and you’re checking out his.
Shit, my legs tremble as I try to steady myself in the small confines of the tiny bathroom. A burst of turbulence propels me forward a bit, and I lose focus momentarily. Until I remember the words Houston said to me five minutes before I beelined to the restroom on this airplane to touch myself.
We were sitting side by side, his muscular leg brushing up against mine, our forearms mere hairs apart on the armrest. Just a hint of stubble decorated his chiseled jaw, and I couldn’t stop staring at it. I wanted to touch it, see if it was soft. If it would scrape the sensitive skin on my thighs.
The flight attendant was no help at all. She kept setting those adorable, tiny bottles of vodka on my tray. So, I drank them. One after the other. All while watching him concentrate on the leather-bound note book he wrote in. He has really nice hands. Hands that have held someone’s life in them. Obviously, that led to me wondering how they would feel on my breasts. With alcohol coursing through my veins, my imagination took off, like anytime I’m near Professor Dale. I couldn’t stop it. In my fantasy, he wrote about all the wicked things he wanted to do to me. Then, he leaned over, his warm breath fanning across my cheek, “Don’t get too drunk now. I wouldn’t want to have to take advantage of you.”
My green eyes slid to his dark brown, and he laughed, slightly.
I, however, did not.
My pussy pulsed and I excused myself, rushing to the bathroom, consumed with need.
Yes, you’re probably thinking I’m either an idiot who hasn’t had sex in forever, or, I’m a naughty little nympho. Which, as you can see, I fantasize about being his. I mean, uh hello, I’m masturbating here. But, sadly, I’m neither.
All I know is… I’m drunk. Drunk enough to admit to myself, I have a crush on Professor Dale. He may be an asshole, but he’s a brilliant one, and for me that’s a turn on.
Bracing my hand on the wall, my fingertips circle faster against my clit as I use our boarding the plane for inspiration. The way Houston’s eyes bore into mine, the cramped aisle, his hard body pressed against me. Yesss. His strong hand searing the skin on the small of my back, leading me into the seat.
Bend over the desk. You need to be disciplined.
Fuck, I pick up speed, circling faster. It feels so good. Desire runs rampant in my core imagining Professor Dale spanking my bare ass with a ruler. Another jolt of turbulence causes the walls of the bathroom to shake, and my orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy. I moan his name as another bump of turbulence hits, this one causing the bathroom door to fling open.
My startled eyes meet his.
Dark.
Mysterious.
Shocked. Wondering what the fuck I’m doing with my skirt up and my hand in my pink panties.
Oh god. He heard me moan his name. Before I slam the door shut in mortification, the side of his lip lifts into a smirk.
One sexy ass smirk.
Fuck me.
Chapter 2
Houston
February 28th
Two months until the anniversary. Sixty days. Like clockwork, my mood is on a downward spiral. I don’t want to go on this trip. Schmooze top doctors in the field? Who cares? I sure don’t.
I just want to sit in my apartment. Alone.
I definitely don’t want to be sitting next to this beautiful girl.
She’s cute, chugging vodka like it’s water. Like she needs it to live. Watching her legs bounce next to mine is all I can focus on instead of writing my speech. I should be doing that now.
Speech:
Hello, assholes, I don’t give a fuck. Thanks.
Marley just brushed past me to go to the restroom, and her unsteady hand rested on my shoulder a beat too long as she made her way into the small aisle.
Fuck, she smells so good. Like happy memories and sunshine all rolled into one. I almost want to follow her in there. Claim her body for mine.
“Wait, what do you mean you lost our reservation? I called three days ago to confirm.” I’m livid, these buffoons cannot expect me to share a room with my student.
“I’m sorry, sir. We have no record of your reservation,” the front desk clerk of the Hilton in downtown Chicago tells me. Her bright blue eyes are unapologetic as my anger boils.
“Well, check again,” I snap, pointing at her monitor. “It has to be there. I have the confirmation number. Two rooms.”
Her fingers tap against the keyboard of the computer she can’t seem to tear her eyes away from. “Oh, yes, here it is. Dr. Dale. One room, two queen beds.”
I shake my head at her. “No, that’s not correct. I booked two rooms.” I hold up two fingers, hoping she understands me better, because, right now, this chick has no fucking clue.
This is a nightmare. How can I share a room with Marley after seeing her masturbatin
g? I glance over my shoulder at her standing in the middle of the busy lobby, oblivious to the problems I’m encountering at the front desk. She reminds me of a movie star with her brown hair falling in waves past her shoulders.
Her thumbs fly over her phone, texting. My mind drifts back to the plane. Pink panties. Her moaning my name. It’s been a long time since a woman screamed my name, and maybe something I need to rectify, because my dick was hard instantly. Part of me wanted to step inside the bathroom and continue what she had started. The other part knew I could never do it.
“Sir, I’m sorry.” The clerk pulls my attention back to her. “I only have you booked for one room.”
“Ok, book me for two,” I demand. “I need two rooms. I have my student assistant with me. We can not share a room.” I tap my fingers on the marble counter to calm my frustration.
Her eyes narrow back on the computer, and then she glances up at me. “Listen, we’re all sold out due to this medical convention. All the hotels are.” She plasters a fake smile on her thin lips. “So, I have one room for you. I’m sorry.”
She’s not sorry. If she were, she wouldn’t be challenging me with her too thin eyebrows. But, there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Fine,” I agree, sliding my glasses up to pinch the bridge of my nose. She enters my information and then hands me the key cards.
I walk over to Marley. Her striking green eyes don’t meet mine as I tell her about the situation with the rooms. She hasn’t looked at me since she returned from the airplane bathroom.
Silence fills the elevator as we head up to our room. It’s late, and I need to prepare for my lecture tomorrow.
The convention is one day of numerous conferences, and I’m set to speak at seven-thirty tomorrow night, during a dinner with some of the top doctors of the country. I just want it to be over already.
Most men would be nervous. Hell, two years ago, I would have been petrified. But, now…nothing.
If I thought the elevator was silent, the hallway is deadly eerie. The red and gold carpet is Marley’s focus as we approach our room. Maybe I would try to ease the uncomfortable silence if I wasn’t replaying the actions of her in the bathroom on the airplane. It’s wrong, but the sight of her flushed face mixed with the sound of her moaning my name won’t leave my mind. I may be her Professor, but…