“But you heard him about the light bursts. You heard him—”
“Nothing’s impossible. Every patient is different.”
“I really think I should’ve said something.”
“No,” he interrupted. “Tests matter, not the prior experiences of other patients.”
“Symptoms are symptoms, Taylor.”
“I don’t want you to lose hope.”
“I don’t want to hope for something that isn’t going to happen.”
Just as Taylor was about to object, or perhaps motivate her further, a nurse stepped in, announcing herself and wasting no time in dressing Rose’s bandages.
“How long will I have to wear these?” she asked the nurse as she finished up.
“Until the skin has fully healed,” she explained. “They’re really to prevent infection.”
Rose angled her head towards Taylor.
“The skin hasn’t healed?”
“Burns are complicated,” said the nurse. “But after another day or so you shouldn’t need to wear gauze around your eyes.”
In the waiting area, Taylor poured two coffees and cringed at the lack of cream, which Rose caught, sensing him stiffen beside her.
“Powdered cream,” he muttered.
“Better than nothing,” she said.
“Is it? I’m having mine black.”
“Just give me a bit to sweeten it and I’ll be fine.”
He did then took her to a set of chairs to the left of a potted plant.
Taylor had been right, no powdered cream would’ve been better, but Rose sipped her coffee, anyway, glad to be marginally distracted from the anxiety that was coursing through her bones.
“He’s taking a long time,” she said quietly.
“It hasn’t been ten minutes.”
She would have to take his word on it. She wouldn’t know either way. How did blind people keep time? Would she have to learn braille? How the hell would she get around by herself? Before she could launch into a fresh wave of worry, she stopped herself, drinking a gulp of coffee and swallowing hard.
Dr. Fitzpatrick popped the anteroom door open and touched eyes with Taylor, who said, “Let’s go. He’ll see us now.”
It took a moment to get settled in the chairs across from Dr. Fitzpatrick’s desk, and Rose didn’t like how quiet he was being.
“Let me start by saying there are many things we can do.”
Her heart leapt in her throat.
“But in terms of connecting donor eyes to the optic nerve...”
“Oh God,” said Rose.
“I’m afraid that won’t be an option.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have been tested today. I knew it. I told you,” she said angrily.
“Now, Rose, remember I told you it wouldn’t matter at what point in time we tested that nerve,” the doctor interjected, though she couldn’t bring herself to swallow that reality. “But there are things we can do. It’s very early in the process. With time and rehabilitation, you could very well see shapes and light. You could have a degree of sight.”
Taylor cut in with, “Aren’t there any progressive surgeries, even if controversial, that have endeavored to connect new eyes to stunted optic nerves?”
Dr. Fitzpatrick sighed. “You’re referring to the Holder case from last year,” he said knowingly. “There are.”
“Then why don’t we try that?” Rose demanded, furious he hadn’t mentioned it.
“I’m not in a position to propose such a surgery—”
“Why?” she interrupted.
“Because,” he said, taking in a breath to be sure he had the floor, “the hospital only gives donor eyes to patients with a high likelihood of success. We don’t give livers to alcoholics. We don’t give hearts to the morbidly obese. It’s hospital policy.”
“But if I could find a donor myself,” Taylor began asking, “then you could do the procedure?”
“Theoretically, yes,” he said. “But—”
“No buts,” said Taylor. “I’ll look into it.”
“Very well. In the meantime, I’ll review the rest of the images to gain insight as to the specific therapy and exercises we can get you started on, Rose. Remember, you still have options.”
“Yeah, thanks,” she said under her breath.
Taylor helped her out of the chair then thanked the doctor and guided her out to the anteroom, where he threw their coffee cups away.
“How do you feel?” he asked her, as he pulled the door open for her to pass through into the hallway.
“Furious. Exhausted. Depressed.”
Making their way to the elevator, he said, “I’ll have Fitzpatrick send those images to me and get a few other opinions on the surgery. We’ll get a sense of the odds. We’ll keep trying.”
“And how will you get donated eyes?” she asked as they rode the elevator to the lobby.
“I’ll find a way. You’d be surprised what money can buy.”
“Taylor—”
“I’m not talking about the black market. I’m talking about finding two people who are a match and paying them each for one eye. People can live with partial sight, especially when they don’t have to work for the rest of their lives because I’ve given them a million dollars.”
Outside, the air felt warm and smelled sweet as they climbed into the back of the limousine.
“You’d spend millions to restore my sight—one person’s sight—but you won’t spend millions to save an entire town from cancer?”
Taylor kissed her cheek, laughing.
“You never give up, do you?”
“Never.”
“I’m researching new materials and chemicals. The pipeline is still on hold, and my father can’t do a thing about it until he recovers.”
“Is he still in the hospital?”
“No, he’s home, but has round-the-clock care. At his age, a concussion can be of some concern, so there are a few nurses watching him. He’ll be out of the woods in a few days, but that’s all the time I need to draw up a new plan for the build.”
As they drove back to the Escala, Rose leaned her head against the seat and curled into Taylor’s shoulder, drifting off into sleep.
When they reached his building and the limousine pulled to the curb, he gently woke her, saying, “We’re here.”
Helping her into the building, Taylor kept his arm around her lower back until they reached the elevator.
“God, I’m tired,” she said.
“Any pain?”
“I’ve had a slight headache, but no real pain.”
“You’re a trooper.”
“I slept fine last night. Why am I so tired?” she asked, yawning, as the elevator ascended to the fiftieth floor.
“Your adrenaline was probably firing in anticipation of hearing your prognosis. It’s understandable. You can take a nap, and I’ll look into a few things.”
“About the pipeline,” she said insistently. “Not my health.”
“I can do both.”
“It won’t be the longest nap, so you need to get your priorities straight.”
He laughed as they reached his suite door and he keyed in.
Instinctively, Rose sensed where the furniture was and avoided it as she made her slow way through the living room and into the bedroom. Her hands were stretched out in front of her face as a precaution, but she didn’t hit anything on her route to the bedroom, all the while sensing Taylor a few paces behind.
He had been sensitive to her need to be self-sufficient in the suite, which she appreciated. When they were out, he’d taken charge, guiding her so she wouldn’t bump into anything or trip, but whenever they were home she could explore and practice unfettered. And this was starting to feel like home, wasn’t it? She’d only been here a few days, and yet felt intimate with the layout, the smell, and the shape and feel of each room.
Whether it was because of stress or worry or a vague sense that she would stumble through the rest of her life physically inept, w
hen Rose reached the bedroom she wasn’t tired, but felt in need of a massive distraction, one in which Taylor would play a central role.
Sensing him enter the room behind her, she pulled her shirt up and over her head and let it fall to the floor as she turned. She stripped her bra off next and caught the sweet sound of him faintly groaning a long exhale.
“Take off your shirt,” she whispered, as he advanced on her quickly.
He slowed, taking a moment to peel the layer off before wrestling his belt open.
The cool AC stung her bare breasts, and she felt her nipples grow hard as she undid her jeans and pulled them down, stepping out of them once she’d kicked off her shoes.
Just as she hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties, he stopped her, holding her hands then using his own to graze the skin around her backside until he was gripping her ass.
His mouth, the smooth slippery curve of his tongue, played around her right nipple before he sucked the mound of her breast, simultaneously massaging her ass, making her grow wet and tingly.
“I need to forget,” she said, savoring the feel of his hands as they grazed up her back and cupped the nape of her neck, steadying her.
“I know,” he groaned. “I can do that for you.”
Leaning in, his lips met hers and he enveloped her in a deep kiss. She felt him harden against her stomach, as he pressed his erection against her, his smooth hard shaft angling up her soft belly. When she reached for it, wrapping her hand around his thickness, she moaned in anticipation of feeling the length of him thrust into her. She couldn’t have him like that soon enough.
Easing backwards, she felt the edge of the bed against her thighs, Taylor shuffling with her, kissing and moving his hands over the soft curves of her body, the sharp angles of her shoulders and hips, with urgency.
She sat then shifted backwards, making sure she was at the center of his bed before lying back and spreading her legs, all the while gripping and caressing his muscular arms, feeling that he was there and real and getting lost in the reality of him.
He pressed down and found her lips again, grinding his erection into her pelvis to stimulate her clitoris through her panties. It was so sexy that he was completely nude, pressing and kissing and motioning over her to rouse her pleasure.
Removing his hand from her breast, he kissed it, suckling her nipple and at times flicking it, as he angled his hard erection into the apex between her legs, teasingly.
“Take off my panties,” she said on a breathy exhale, but he didn’t, perhaps having too much fun feeling the heat roll off of her.
His lips found her neck, which he kissed and licked, as his index finger hooked under the strip of thin lace between her legs, his finger grazing over her labia and heightening her arousal. She was slippery and wet and aching for him to slide his finger within the hot folds of her vagina.
“You’re so sexy when you’re turned on,” he groaned.
She grasped his erection and began stroking as she said, “So are you.”
Then he shifted and she wasn’t sure how he was repositioning himself until he yanked her hips, sliding her down the bed and lifting her onto his folded thighs so that they were perfectly aligned, her legs wrapping around his hips, him gazing down at her, angling his erection between her legs, feeling the mound of her left breast with his free hand.
“Oh,” she said, getting lost in the sensual massage, the exhilarating contrast between the hot tip of his erection between her legs, the warmth of his strong hand over her breast, and the cool AC kissing every last inch of her.
Then he pulled her panties aside, found her clitoris with his thumb, and began massaging her with tight, deliberate circles, which stirred up a surge of heat and tingles.
Next she felt the hard, wide head of his erection press between her legs, and she moaned as the size of him soothed her aching body. Thrusting in, he held her hips and didn’t stop penetrating her until he’d filled her completely. When he did, he held himself deeply and they breathed together, Taylor relishing her tight wet sheath, and Rose savoring the bliss of gradually expanding to acclimate to his big size.
“Damn, you feel incredible,” he groaned, as he began thrusting gently, sliding in and out by only a fraction to stir up the most amazing heat and friction, hitting her sensitive spots deep inside, as he kept his thumb circling her clit.
“Oh, you feel good,” she moaned in response. “Harder.”
He obeyed, quickening his pace, pulling out farther and farther and pounding into her aching body a little harder with each thrust. Every time he slid in and met with firm resistance deep inside, her breasts jiggled, causing a wave of tingles through her body. He was so big, she almost couldn’t handle him this rough, but she liked it. Her mind was clear. There was nothing else in this world except Taylor, his body, and the outstanding pleasure he was giving her.
Lowering down and hooking his forearms under her shoulders, he kissed her, and the angle provided a new thrill, hitting her in just the right way to stimulate her G-spot and bump into her clit in blissful alternation.
Quickening his rough thrusting, Taylor grunted in her ear, pounding harder, and she couldn’t spread her legs wide enough, loving every inch of him. He was so sexy, sounding like an animal, and she could feel dew beads of sweat erupting along his strong back as she stroked it.
He shifted his weight to his left forearm, pounding all the while, and found her breast with his right hand. As he squeezed it, at times pinching her nipple and inflicting an edge of pain, he held his thick penis deep inside to let her body calm. Filling her so completely aroused a strong clench then a flutter through her loins. But just as it was building, he gently caressed her nipple and grazed circles around her breast, as he resumed his powerful thrusts.
“Oh, baby,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”
“You like it rough?” He groaned.
“Oh, God, yes, yes, oh it’s building.”
He licked her teeth then kissed her mouth, sucking before he eased off to look at her.
Just as she felt she might arch over the peak into an orgasm, he again held himself deep inside her and began grinding, stirring up heat and friction within and stimulating her clitoris at the same time.
Immediately, she neared her climax, moaning and arching her head back and welcoming the burst that would surely follow.
“Shit,” he said, stopping.
“What?” She moaned, so close and begging him to go on, her hands cupping his ass as though she could prevent him from pulling out.
He laughed. “Your panties are chaffing me.”
“Oh, no.”
Making fast work of freeing her, Taylor eased off, grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs, as she lifted her feet in the air, helping him.
“Damn, you look good like that,” he said.
She smiled, keeping her toes pointing to the ceiling. Next she felt his warm hands caressing up and down the length of her legs, before he grabbed her ankles with his left hand and bent them to the bed until her feet were beside her head.
“God, you look so pretty right here,” he said, grazing his finger up the length of her throbbing labia. “And here,” he said, circling her anus.
Being touched there sent a tingle shimmying through her loins.
He rubbed her breast then pressed the thick head of his erection against her tight, wet sheath. With her legs together and the fact that she was folded in half, the sensation of him slowly penetrating her vagina was beyond sexy. He squeezed her ass as he thrust in farther, and as he filled her inch by inch, she moaned and caught her breath as soon as she felt the length of him throbbing deep inside.
Lowering down to her, he helped her adjust again so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. The angle was amazing, and when he began thrusting fast, slamming into her fleshy bottom, she felt a massive wave of pleasure rush through her.
“Oh,” she moaned. “I’m close again.”
Hearing that, he slowed his pace to lon
g, sensual strokes, saying, “I want you to have a really big one.”
“Oh, God.” The hard length of him slowly grazed over her G-spot, back and forth, slippery and wet, and so very large. Every time he filled her completely, his pubic bone pressed into her clitoris, stirring up electric tingles that mounted, as her body burned towards the peak of a huge orgasm.
“Yes,” she cried out as she climaxed, the hot sheath of her clenching and expanding in powerful contractions.
“Oh, babe, I can feel you,” he said, working her slowly and keeping his thrusts firm.
Soon he was pressing deep inside her and holding his erection there, rocking slightly so she could ride her orgasm, clenching around his hard member.
“I want you to come,” she said as waves of tingles fluttered across her skin in the afterglow.
“Okay,” he whispered, kissing her mouth and thrusting gradually harder and faster and working up a whole new sensation between her legs.
She held his face gently as he groaned, pressing into her hard and coming. He sounded so sexy making his orgasm noises, and soon he collapsed into her arms and found her lips with his, kissing her.
Their kiss turned into smiles, and soon Taylor was laughing, which inspired her to do the same.
“I definitely forgot the world for a few minutes,” he said before again pressing his mouth to hers.
“Me too.”
Chapter Fifteen
With Layla out of One World, Rose couldn’t seem to get a hold of Carter other than a few briefly worded text messages. She wasn’t so naive as to think that she would retain Carter’s loyalty after having fired his girlfriend, but she thought he would at least resign by giving her a direct explanation as to why he couldn’t continue in his role with her organization.
It had been three days of this. Taylor had been in and out, working hard to get Starlight back on track but with materials that Rose would approve of. In the meantime, other members of One World had come to the Escala to strategize with her, namely Hector and Jenny, who were certainly committed but lacked experience.
If she were being honest, losing Carter and Layla was coming at a very high price.
Nevertheless, they planned to meet their attorney, Harold, at the Starlight site and present their negotiation that the construction company dig a new trench eight miles out from the Bellevue town community, so any future natural gas spills wouldn’t be readily absorbed into the water tower.
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