Save Me

by Logan Chance

  “Read my body, Ryan. Tell me what it’s saying to you.”

  “Fuck, Lizzy,” I murmur. An image of her beautiful face, plain as day, enters my mind. She’s clear in my mind’s eye. I squeeze her nipples and she moans.

  “Come with me,” she says. I hear the desire in her tone and the slight, quick intake of air as she breathes. She’s turned on and so am I. Her body leaves me and she tugs at my hand, guiding me. By the steps it takes, and the small notch on the door frame when I reach out, I know it’s my bedroom. I’m not helpless, I know where everything is positioned. Even Lizzy. I can smell her and feel her in front of me. My mind is filling in the rest as if I can see her.

  “Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” I tell her. “I want to read your body.”

  Her scent drifts away and a faint squeak from the queen size bed let’s me know she obeyed. Five steps and I’m at the edge of the bed. I know it by heart now. Reaching out, I trace my fingers down her curves. She’s naked. Fuck. I remove my clothes and climb on the bed.

  “Touch me, Ryan,” she begs. “Tell me what I’m feeling.”

  I reach out and touch her small feet, then drift my fingers up her smooth legs, slow and calculating. “When I touch you like this, your legs tremble and your heartbeat picks up.”

  “Ryan,” she whispers. “Don’t stop.”

  My confidence soars, feeling her reaction to me, and I continue running my hands up her leg, past her knees, up to her toned thighs. Lowering my head, I graze my nose along her skin and breathe in. “You smell so good. Like juniper berries.”

  Her swift intake of air spurs me on and my hands move closer toward her pussy. “Do you feel how wet I am for you?” she asks.

  My cock is almost painful with need for her. I grip her thighs, parting them slightly, and run my nose along her sensitive skin. Goosebumps ignite under my tongue when I lick slowly up her inner thigh? She moans and the sound vibrates in my cock.

  “When I lick you here, you moan. I love listening to you moan.” My hands explore further, grazing along the hard planes of hips and the soft curves of her waist, listening to her body,

  My tongue dips into her bellybutton, and I smile when her hands tug my hair. How could I think I could live without this? Or that she would let me? I’d never fucking turn away from her if it were reversed. A growl leaves me when I cup her soft breasts and run my thumbs over each nipple. She bucks beneath me.

  “You’re so ready for me. When I touch your tits, you grind your pussy against me.” I keep going, my fingers tracing her neck, collarbone, shoulders, and then my thumb rests against her artery. “Your pulse is racing. Are you ready for me?” I ask, hovering my lips over hers. Her pants vibrate against my mouth.

  “Yes, please,” she begs.

  “I want you to ride my cock.” I lie back, and she climbs on top of me. She’s right. I don’t need to see her to know she wants me. I feel every fucking thing.

  22

  Lizard

  “Good friends are like stars. You don’t always see them, but you know they’re always there.” - William Shakespeare

  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.

  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 rad
io, 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.

  The End

  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.

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you for reading Save Me.

  Did you know over 100,000 US service members have suffered eye injuries since 9/11-March 2013. Many resulting from brain injuries sustained from explosions or blasts?

  Many soldiers, like Ryan, suffer from blindness after being sent home with brain injuries months after they return home.

  The Miami Lighthouse for the Blind, established in 1931, is comprised of a diverse group of volunteers, who provide programs and offer fundamental teaching to the visually impaired.

  www.miamilighthouse.org

  A percentage of the profits from Save Me will be donated to the center. If you would like to donate you can follow the link above to learn more.

  I know I took a huge risk blinding a major character, but I wanted their story to be real and challenging.

  Many US soldiers return home with many problems from serving overseas. I wanted to touch on some of the issues.

  Also, it was tough writing from a blind pov. Trying my hardest not to put any visual cues. And, to do it without telling with all the other senses. Try it, it’s tough.

  I have many people to thank for this book.

  First, as always, Paula Dawn. Thank you for the time and effort you have put into this book and story. Thank you for all your help with planning the release, and still helping bring Lizzy to life. And, by not freaking out on me in the final hour.

  Lauren V., I’m not thanking you, just appreciating you.

  To Misty, Donna, and all the girls of my former street team, thank you for continuing to pimp me, I do appreciate it a lot.

  Jessica Green, thank you for your friendship.

  Thank you to all the blogs, readers, pa’s, authors, and friends who have shared any of my work past or present. I appreciate every like, share, mention, comment. You’re all so wonderful. Thanks.

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  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.”