by Tia Siren
"What do I get if I come first?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
His eyes stayed on me the whole time, and it sent a shiver down my spine. One I took great pleasure in. "Ah, you have to get their first," I countered.
"I look forward to trying."
The atmosphere that was settling between us was intense and vibrant. Although the bar was packed and the music loud, I felt as if we were the only two people there. I could have whispered, and I was sure that Liam would have heard every word I said.
With every breath I took, I knew his to match my own. I could smell him, too. His musk wafted across the table and filled my nostrils. It was electrifying. It took every ounce of my self-control just to continue the conversation.
But I knew that I wasn't going to have to hang on for much longer. The way that he was staring at me, and me back at him, one more drink, maybe two, was all that I was going to need. I could never ask. I wasn’t that type of girl. But if he did, well, I was sure that I wasn't going to be able to say no.
And indeed, we lasted but one more drink. It was a slow drink, and barely a word was said during its consumption. He looked into my eyes with every sip, barely blinking, barely seeming to breathe. And the moment it was done, he leaned across the table and took my hand in his.
"So, do you want to get out of here?" he asked casually.
"Where to?" I responded, trying to play it cool.
"I never did get to see the inside of your apartment. The door was lovely, but I've been dying to check out the rest."
He held my eyes again as he said it. His thumb stroked the back of my hand. It made my entire body shake, and I knew then that there was no chance of me denying him. Heck, I didn't want to.
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I was sure that Liam had been thinking about having me since the moment that we sat down in that bar. Before then, even. There was a chance that he had been thinking about it all day. Since the hospital. Since he first saw me when I came in. If that was the case, which I liked to think it was, he instantly went about satisfying a craving he had been harboring for some time.
As we had been together all day, I wasn't dressed up. Instead, I wore black yoga pants, a sports bra, and a loose-fitting white t-shirt. He was dressed in a similar athletic fashion, with shorts and a baggy t-shirt.
The moment we entered the apartment and I closed the door, he took me. My back was to him as the door closed, and he stepped up behind me. His hands wrapped around my waist as he breathed into my ear. His breath was warm and moist, and before long, I felt his tongue in my ear, licking it as his hands worked their way back around to my ass.
I went to turn around, only for him to hold me in place as he gently kissed down the back of my neck. Tingles radiated across my skin as he did this. All the while, he massaged my backside with his big strong hands. His hands then moved around my waist and up to my breasts. He cupped them in his hands as he bit down on my neck.
It was then that he spun me around, and it was then, finally, that we kissed for the first time. At least, it was the first time that I knew of. There was something so familiar about our kiss. The way our lips touched awakened the ghost of a memory in me. His tongue effortlessly parted my lips as it worked its way into my mouth. It moved in and around my mouth so perfectly, so naturally that I was sure that this couldn't have been our first time. It just felt so damn right.
His hands found their way back to my butt, wrapping around it again. Only this time, he lifted me up, and as he did, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in tight. He carried me toward the bed and laid me on my back. Only when I was firmly on the bed did I release him, and that was only so he could help me out of my yoga pants.
He slid them off me in one go, revealing the black thong that I had on underneath. I could hear him gasp as he fell to his knees. His lips instantly kissed at my thighs. He worked his way up my thighs, one soft kiss at a time. He made sure to pair each kiss with the perfect amount of saliva, so his lips practically dripped off my legs.
Once his lips reached my panty line, he continued to kiss on the outside of my panties, nudging at my lips and making my whole body quiver at the sensation. As if our minds were one, I arched my hips and allowed for him to slide my thong off. He then crawled up toward me, kissing me deeply as he removed my shirt and sports bra.
Naked, he proceeded to lick and bite my nipples. As he bit one, his fingers pinched the other, and vice versa. His goal was to make them nice and erect, which he did with ease. All the while, his body pressed itself against me, grinding me and matching my breathing.
My hands found his shirt and tore it off him. It was then my turn to let out a small gasp as my eyes fell on his taut body. He had a six pack, yes. And he had a barrel chest, too. But it was the small tuft of chest hair that I loved the most. It was his small pink nipples, too, and the way that his abdomen seemed to point down toward his crotch.
I was about to pull off his pants, but he beat me to it, dropping back to the end of the bed and burying his head between my legs. I was going to stop him and undress him, but I never got the chance. Before I knew what was what, I felt his tongue press against my lips. I felt it spread them apart, and I felt it plunge inside of me.
It was just like the fantasy I’d had about him right here in this bed. At the time, I’d never imagined that the fantasy would become a reality. Liam was so hot and dreamy. I couldn’t help but feel like he was out of my league. But this was really happening. The feeling of his head between my legs was as real as it got.
His tongue licked inside of me, and I stifled a scream. He worked his way into me, moving up my lips until his tongue found my clit. Once on my clit, it tickled the end, licking and flicking it, making it swell and shake. Then, when he was sure it was enough, he would plunge his tongue back inside of me, darting it in and out only to then go back to my clit.
It was a dance, a perfectly synchronized dance built around my pleasure. The faster and faster he tangoed, the more pleasure I received.
This went on for what felt like seconds but must have been minutes. I never wanted it to end. My breathing intensified, and my body shook. I could feel my toes tingling, and all I wanted was to come all over his face. But he had other ideas.
When he pulled his head up, I almost screamed for him to keep going. That was until I saw what he was doing. His hand was at his pants, and a second later, he dropped them to the floor. My eyes bulged when I saw his thick length, erect and huge. It was gigantic, long, and firm, and quivering for use. It stuck straight up, and I wanted it inside me.
I reached my hand down, wrapping it around the shaft. It pulsated in my grip, and before I knew what I was doing, I guided it between my legs and forced it inside of me. My lips opened around it, swallowing its girth. It stretched me out, pushing its way into me. My lips sucked on it, moisture dripping down the sides. And then it was all the way in me.
Once it was fully inside me, with my legs over his shoulders, Liam began to move. He slid it all the way out, until the head was ready to pop out, before pushing his hips forward and ramming it inside of me again. He thrust as far as it would go, before pulling it back out, and then going again. In and out, in and out, he went. Each time, he would also grind forward, rubbing my clit with his shaft.
The sensation was epic. Before long, I felt that all too familiar feeling. My toes went numb first. And then, the harder he punished me, my legs followed. Soon, that fire was spreading up my torso and over my entire body. I grabbed onto his hair, I screamed, I squirmed, I writhed, and I kicked. As he did the same, filling me up with his warm and sticky load, I came like I never had before. I mean, probably. No amnesia could erase the memory of something that felt this good.
And even when we were both done, even when he fell forward on top of me, he stayed inside of me. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him in there forever. That was sex like I could have never imagined. So perfect, so natural. So right.
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"Well, you promised me som
e good memories,” I said as we laid next to one another. “I think that definitely counts.”
"That was really something," he said, laughing as I snuggled myself into his arms. "Seriously, where did that come from?"
"I'm the one with no memory here," I said. "It's up to you to show me how."
"Hopefully, I managed. As far as I'm concerned, I am the only person you have ever slept with. It’s all downhill from here." He chuckled to himself as he ran his hand through my hair.
"Actually," I said as I remembered something. "I came across my journal yesterday. Would you believe that you're the second Liam I have been with?"
"Is that right?" he asked. If I wasn't in such a state of bliss, I might have noticed how dry his voice suddenly was. How distracted.
"Yeah. From a year or so ago. Seemed he broke my heart." I leaned up and kissed Liam on the cheek. "It's good to know that there is at least one good Liam around."
A vibration noise suddenly came from Liam's pants pocket on the floor. Without a word, he pulled his arm from under my head, leapt off the bed, and grabbed at the source of the noise. It was his beeper. He read it, and he began to scurry into his pants.
"What's going on?" I asked as I wrapped myself in the sheets, leaning off the edge of the bed.
"I've got to go," he said shortly, his shirt now over his head.
"You've got to go?” I asked, trying not to sound hurt. “I thought you were staying the night?"
"Sorry,” he said. “I’m on call, and they need me. I have to get to the hospital, ASAP.”
“Can’t you get someone to cover for you?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not on such short notice. I'll call you, though, okay?"
I didn't get a chance to answer. He leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead, and was out the door before I could make heads or tails of the situation. And so, I was alone. I was still warm and sweaty from the sex. I was still a little sticky, too. The only thing missing was a man by my side. I had one, obviously, but he had left me in a bit of a hurry.
As such, I had to ask myself whether he left because of the hospital or because of me? And even if it was because of the hospital, was that the kind of guy that I wanted to be attached to? Liam, who had seemed so perfect earlier, had suddenly revealed an ugly side. The only question was, was it an ugly side that I could handle?
CHAPTER 9
LIAM
"So, why'd you leave then?" Clint asked as we made our way from one hospital room to the other.
"You act like I had a choice," I replied as we entered the room. In it was an elderly woman that was relatively fine. We simply had to check her chart and make sure that she wasn't in immediate danger.
"You could have called in sick? Or said your car broke down. Or something."
As Clint droned on with a list of possible excuses I could have made, I couldn't help but think that maybe he was right. The call that I had gotten was from an intern who needed my approval on a procedure he was going to recommend. Although he was my intern and he was right to ask me, I could have easily pawned him off on someone else. Someone who was at the hospital at the time.
But no. Instead, I chose to hurry to the hospital like the good lap dog that the hospital had trained me to be, and as a result, I had left Kate alone, without much of an explanation, probably lamenting the fact that she had ever said yes to going out with me in the first place.
What was worse was that I still hadn't called her, either. I had left her the previous night, and it was now well into the next day, and I had still avoided putting a call through. Just a simple “hello,” and “'I'm sorry,” probably would have solved everything. But I hadn't even done that yet.
The truth was that I was scared. I was scared that she would be furious with me, and thus, I opted to do nothing. For all my talk of getting her to fall in love with me again, I seemed to be doing everything in my power to stop that from happening. And here I thought I had changed. I thought I’d learned from my past mistakes with Kate, and I would be a better man for her this time around. I thought I would be the man she deserved to be with, not the old shitty me who didn’t appreciate what he had.
If I couldn’t change who I was, maybe I didn't deserve Kate after all?
"Hello, doctors," Sandra, the nurse, cooed as myself and Clint entered the next room. Sandra was the head nurse at the hospital, and that had nothing to do with her age or sex. She was in charge because of her skill and experience.
She was quite young for a head nurse. In her mid-thirties, she was also nothing short of beautiful. She had flaming red hair and porcelain white skin that was offset by the most vivid, green eyes I had ever seen. She also had a little bit of a thing for me and flirted with me incessantly. And yet, despite all of that, I just couldn't find myself to like her in that way. It was nothing against her. She just wasn't my type.
"Nurse Sandra," I said as I walked to the patient lying in bed. "And what seems to be the problem here?"
"Oh, nothing," she giggled, slapping me on the arm. "I can handle this one. I'm sure someone like you has far more important patients to worry about." And another slap on the arm.
"Aren't they all equally important?" I asked. Not in a rude way, but more of a doctorly one.
"Oh, of course," Sandra hurried. "I just meant... it's just that... I thought..."
"Sandra, I'm kidding, don't worry." I could sense that she was getting flummoxed, and I thought it best to throw her a bone.
One she took willingly as she slapped me on the arm again and shrieked with laughter.
"Hey," Clint suddenly cut in, tapping me on the shoulder. "Isn't that Kate?"
He pointed just outside the door to the nurse's station where Kate was standing. It looked like she was trying to get information from one of the nurses.
"Yeah. What is she doing here? I'll be right back."
I hurried from the room, leaving both Clint and an off-put Sandra behind.
Kate looked terrible. Her hair was a mess, she was wearing old, un-ironed clothes, and she was sporting heavy bags under her eyes. If I was to guess, I would say that she hadn't done much sleeping last night.
"Kate," I said as I approached her. As I did, I reached out, touching her under the elbow and going in to kiss her on the cheek. Although she let me do just that, her response still seemed cold to me. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk," she said in a cold manner that perfectly matched her body language.
As she spoke, I felt a sudden wave of anxiety wash over me. I would have liked to have thought that the reason for her sudden visit was to do with me leaving her the previous night. But something told me that wasn't it. The way she looked at me, the way she felt, I sensed that it was much worse.
To me, there was only one possible reason for her being there. She remembered. Her memory had come back. She knew who I was, and she was there to confront me.
I braced myself, not sure what I was going to say, or how I was going to say it. Maybe I should admit to it straight away? Before she had a chance to confront me?
"You can probably tell that I didn't do much sleeping last night," she began, indicating her disheveled appearance.
"Me, either," I joked, or at least tried to.
She wasn't having any of it though. "I didn't sleep because, look. I was up most of the night thinking about you. About us."
"Us?" I asked, trying to sound casual about it.
"Yes. I know it's early, and I know that we've only been out one time, but I don't know. Last night felt like more than just a one-time thing? It felt right. Natural even. I don't know about you, but I'm sure I have never felt anything like that before. I mean, probably. And I can't believe that you have either. Tell me I'm wrong."
I didn't know what to say. She was right, of course. The sex was unbelievable, and not just in how good it was, but in how right it felt. We had instantly slipped back into our old routines, ones which had never gotten stale in the first place. I felt it the whole time, and now I
knew that she felt it, too.
"And then..." She took a deep breath, obviously struggling with what she was about to say. "And then, you picked up and left. And I know you're a doctor. Hell, you’re my doctor. And I know that sometimes you will need to go at a moment's notice. I just need to know that this isn't going to be a common thing. I need to know that I still matter to you? Please."
If it was anyone else, I would have assumed she was moving way too fucking quickly. Christ, one date and one night in the sack, and she was showing up at the hospital to give me shit. She might have lost her memories, but her opinions on my work schedule hadn’t disappeared.
Lucky for her, it wasn't anyone else. It was Kate. And after what we both felt the previous night, I couldn't blame her for the question.
And all I wanted to do was assure her that it was a one-off thing and that it wouldn't happen again. But I couldn't. It was the same thing that had happened when we dated last time, and it was that which caused friction between us. She had threatened to break up with me over it, before I did that for us. I told myself time and time again that I wouldn't let the job interfere if I got a second chance with Kate, and yet, I kept letting it.
And then, as if to prove a point, my beeper suddenly vibrated. I bit my lip, picked it up off my belt, and looked at it. It was a call I couldn't ignore. There was a code blue in the ICU that I had to be at.
"I'm sorry, Kate. I promise to call you later, okay?"
I kissed her on the cheek and ran down the hall. As I did, I dared a glance back over my shoulder to see what her reaction was. As I feared, she didn't have one. The kiss on the cheek felt cold, and her body language was even colder. As I ran toward the ICU and away from Kate, I was almost certain that I had fucked everything up and lost her forever.
CHAPTER 10
KATE
I didn't know what to do or how to feel.
After Liam ran off, leaving me standing by the nurses’ station alone, I didn't move for several minutes. The world seemed to spin around me, and I just stood there. I felt dejected, alone, and isolated. I was in a hospital, feeling sick to my stomach, and I knew that there was no one there that could do anything about it.