by Tia Siren
But that wasn't what was most amazing. Somehow, and much to Liam's obvious delight, someone had come along before us and sprinkled the entire bed with rose petals. There were also scented candles burning by the bedside and what felt like a steam bath waiting in the bathroom.
It was impossibly romantic.
"Listen," Liam said, dropping the bags as he made his way toward me. He took my hand and directed me to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry for earlier. Sandra is just flirty like that. I know. But she doesn't mean anything by it and she doesn't matter. I am sorry, and when we get back, I'll make sure to tell her to stop—"
I didn't wait to hear the rest. I couldn't believe that he was apologizing. It was just so unexpected. That, combined with how incredible the room was and the whole weekend in general, made the situation too impossible to resist. I was swept away by it and wanted to show my gratitude.
The bags were on the floor. The cabin door was closed. We were alone, and it was time that I made up for my behavior on the drive up. I took Liam by the hand and led him toward the bed, determined to break the room in the only way I knew how.
CHAPTER 23
LIAM
The amazing thing about being with Kate was that I was never not excited by the prospect of sleeping with her. Even before anything happened, as she led me toward the bed, I could feel myself harden. It took very little for her to get me aroused, and even less for her to get me off.
I was probably more excited about the fact that she had chosen to forgive me, more than anything else. It was a tough car ride. If it wasn't for the surprise of the room that I knew was waiting to greet us, I might have been more panicked. But I knew why she was mad, and I knew I could fix it. I just needed her in a good mood for what I had planned for later. Actually, a good mood wasn't going to cut it. I needed her in a great mood. And that mood was going to begin here, in the bedroom.
To my surprise, she didn't lead me to the bed but to a chair that was by the bedside. It was just a regular wooden chair, but she pushed me onto it with a purpose.
As we had been traveling all day, I had chosen to dress comfortably. I wore gray sweat pants and a dark blue sweater. She wore a pair of short, tight fitting yoga pants and a loose-fitting triangle top.
The moment I was seated she lifted the triangle top off, revealing her naked chest. Her breasts were perfect. A perfect size to cup in my hand, with little pink nipples that became hard with even the slightest hint of sexual arousal.
She slid herself onto my lap, and I instantly lost myself in her bosom. I took them in my hands, squeezing them as she threw her head back and moaned. I bit down on her right nipple, and then her left. I pinched them between my fingers. I licked them with my tongue. I made sure they were nice and hard and that she groaned each time they were touched.
The whole time, she ground against me. I had nothing on under my sweats, and I was willing to bet it was the same for her yoga pants. I could feel the moisture coming from her pussy as she pushed it against my hard cock. Grinding back and forth, she grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled it back. She bit into my neck and licked my ear. All the while, she continued to grind on me.
My hands wrapped around her firm ass, pulling her in closer to me. The tip of my cock pushed against my pants, finding the lips of her pussy. It rubbed through the pants, causing her to shake and shiver.
She was quick to take my shirt off, and even quicker to start kissing my chest. As she continued to grind over my hard length, she kissed my chest and nipples. They were hard kisses. Passionate kisses. Each one raised goosebumps onto my skin and sent electricity through my body.
Unable to take it any longer, I lifted her off me. I pulled down her yoga pants, and sure enough, she had nothing on underneath. Just a bare, clean-shaven pussy that was already swollen and dripping. Unable to take my eyes off the thing, I shuffled out of my own pants, only too aware of how hard my cock was.
I was torn between wanting her mouth around it and wanting to be inside of her. Luckily, Kate chose for me. She put her hands on my shoulders and climbed back on as she was before. Only this time, we were both naked.
As she sat on me, she used one hand to guide my cock up and inside of her. We groaned together as my member disappeared inside her. Damn it was tight. Each time we fucked, it was like our first time.
She slowly inched her way down over me. I could feel her struggling to take it as she had to push and breathe in order to engulf the whole thing. But eventually, she did, and soon, I was completely inside of her, all the way to the base.
By now, she knew what I liked, and I knew what she liked. I buried my head in her breasts again as she began to move up and down on my shaft. She was incredibly wet as she slid up and down on me. Her pussy lips were wrapped around my shaft, sucking it in. As she moved up, reaching the head of my member, she would then come back down and grind herself forward.
Slowly at first. Up and down, back and forth. It was a dance that we were both experts at. But as time passed, the intensity grew. What began as a rhythmic grind soon developed into an all-out explosion of passion. She moved up and down faster, back and forth with more tenacity. Each time she moved up she would then slam herself back down, pushing her pelvis hard into me.
The fire roared behind us, and the steam from the bathroom billowed out and filled the cabin. The heat was intense, and yet, as I felt my orgasm coming, I felt somewhat cold. It was an icy shiver that ran through me, starting at the toes and working its way up. I could sense that she was close to coming, and I indicated that I was almost there, too.
We almost always came together. It was only too easy to do, such was the harmony that our bodies felt with one another. This time, it was no different. As my body began to shake, I could feel hers doing the same. My body began to spasm, and hers did, too. I erupted inside of her, and she left out a scream that could only mean one thing.
But then, as I blew my load inside of her, she pulled herself from me and fell to her knees. I didn't know what she was doing until her mouth was on the end of my cock, and she licked me clean. I damn near screamed as she kept her mouth on me, taking all of me. She then licked up my balls and the rest of my shaft, ensuring that every drop was gone.
Once she was done, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back up to me. She fell on my lap and buried her head into my chest.
"Kate," I said in a soft whisper. It was so soft that the crackles and pops of the fire almost drowned it out. "I love you."
She didn’t take her head from my chest, but left it there, nuzzled into me. "I love you, too."
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Niagara Falls was truly amazing. What was even more amazing was how much Kate loved it. I sensed a change in her from the moment the two of us woke the next day. There was just something different about her. After we had both said “I love you” to one another, I think we could sense that the two of us had progressed to a new level in our relationship.
All morning, she was chipper and perky. By the time we got to the Falls, she was like a school girl. She pointed and clapped her hands at the wonder that was Niagara Falls, as if she had never seen anything like it in her entire life; not even a photograph.
And the best part about it was that she wasn't shy about letting me know how grateful she was that I had taken her there. She told me she loved me two more times that morning, once when we woke up and the moment after we left the Falls. I returned them, too. I really did love her. More than I had ever loved anyone. It was because of that and the way she was acting around me that I finally decided that it was time.
I was going to tell her the truth. There would be no more lying and no more deceit. I was sick of it all. I was sick of avoiding questions about the past and acting like everything that we did was our first time. I was sick of pretending to ignore that she had amnesia, and most of all, I was just sick of going to bed every night aware of how much I was going to hurt her.
That was going to end. I would tell her what I had done and hope that sh
e saw it in herself to forgive me. I didn't expect her to. Not right away. I was sure that given time, she would come to see that we were perfect together. She would realize that it was just a stupid mistake on my part and that we shouldn't be kept apart because of it.
That was the plan anyway.
That afternoon we went trekking through the forest just behind our cabin. There was meant to be a beautiful little waterfall only a few hours in, and Kate was desperate to find it. Her positive energy was astounding that day, and I wished that I could have joined in. I was far too much in my own head. I would tell her that night, and all I could think about was what I would say.
"Come on!" she yelled from ahead as she darted through the forest. "I thought you were an athlete!"
"Me? I don't think so. Maybe it's one of your other boyfriends."
"That must be it."
This far north, the climate was damp and moist. The ground was muddy, and every exposed rock and stone had moss growing on it. As such, I was very careful as I walked. I kept my eyes on the ground and my thoughts firmly on the task that lay ahead of me.
Kate was the complete opposite. She jumped through the trees like she was born to it. She was sure footed and was constantly running ahead of me, only to have to double back and scold me for not keeping pace.
"Jesus," she yelled. "It's going to be dark by the time we get there!" And again, she was gone from sight.
I chuckled as I hurried after her. "Maybe we'll have to camp out here tonight? That will really put you to the test!" To that, she didn't respond. "Kate?" I yelled out, curious as to how far ahead she must have run. But as I walked and listened, I couldn't hear any indication that she was nearby. "Kate!" I yelled again.
It was then that I began to panic. "Kate!"
I picked up my pace, running through the trees, looking off the path for any sign of her. She had never been silent for this long, and I feared something might have happened to her. The ground was wet and tricky to walk on. She may have fallen. She may have broken something.
I found her a few moments later. When I did, I felt my stomach drop out from under me. She was on the ground, unconscious. A big red bump on her head indicated that she had hit it, most likely in a fall.
"Kate!" I yelled, rushing to her. "Kate! Can you hear me? Kate?!"
I checked her pulse and did a very quick examination to make sure that her neck wasn't damaged. By the looks of it, she had simply passed out from the bump. It was bad but not as bad as it could have been.
I scooped her into my arms and began the trip back. The plan was still to tell her, but now I would have to wait and see what sort of state she was in when she woke up. I was worried for her health obviously. But I was also worried that I would have to postpone telling her the truth. If I had to wait, then I didn't know when I would get another chance.
I tried to push that from my mind. Her health was the most important thing right now. I was just glad that I was there. With me by her side, she was going to be okay.
CHAPTER 24
KATE
I remembered everything.
It was the ceiling that I recognized first. When I opened my eyes, I immediately remembered where I was. I was in a cabin on a getaway weekend with my boyfriend, Liam. But that wasn't all that I remembered.
I laid in bed, trying to make sense of all the thoughts that swarmed through my mind. It was all so confusing. The last three weeks were the most vivid. From the moment I woke up in the hospital after the car accident, all the way to the moment I fell down and hit my head in the forest. It was all fresh and clear. But that wasn't all there was. Not anymore.
I remembered who I was and where I had come from. I remembered my childhood and where I had gone to school. I could remember my best friend growing up and why we didn't talk anymore. I could remember my first boyfriend, and more importantly, I could remember my last.
"Oh, thank god," Liam said from the corner of the room. I jumped when I heard his voice, sitting up and turning around just in time to see him coming for me. "I was worried there for a minute. You've been out for hours."
"Oh, okay," I said vaguely as I looked into the eyes of the man I both loved and hated.
I didn't know what to make of what was happening. On the one hand, I knew that I loved Liam. He sat down on my bed, took my hand in his, and kissed it. I was only too aware of how I felt about him. I remembered the last few weeks we had spent together and how my feelings for him had developed. But I also knew that it was all a lie.
I remembered how we used to date. We dated for three whole years. It was during his last year of med school and his first two years at the hospital.
I could remember how in love we were back then, at least at first. But then it all fell apart as he worked more and more and saw me less and less. He constantly chose his job over me and made it seem like I was being possessive when I tried to see him.
And then he broke up with me. Out of the blue, he chose to crush my heart as if it were nothing. Even though he tried to take it all back the next day, I wasn't going to allow myself to be hurt by him again. He may have ended it, but I made sure it stayed ended. And that was how it was meant to stay.
But clearly, it didn't stick. It was hard to separate my memories and discern what was real and what wasn't. I couldn't tell what feelings and emotions I should be experiencing. Should I love the man sitting on the bed, stroking my hand, or should I hate him? I had never been so confused.
"So," Liam began. "It's still reasonably early. If you want I can call for room service and—"
"Actually," I cut in. The dichotomy between me hating the sound of his voice and loving it was strong. "I don't feel amazing. I think I might just go to sleep. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," he said, looking concerned. "If there is anything you need—"
"No, it's fine," I said quickly. Then, before he had a chance to say anything else I rolled over and closed my eyes.
But I didn't sleep, not really anyway. There was no way that I was going to be able to. As I lay in bed with my eyes closed, more and more memories came back to me, and I was able to better separate them in my mind. As they became clearer, I was able to better comprehend what Liam had done.
The moment it hit me, I felt physically ill. This was only compounded by the fact that he currently lay beside me with his arm draped over my body. It felt alien, not like that of the man I thought I loved. The man that I did love.
For I did love him. Or at least I thought that I did. But how could I now? After what he had done. He had used my amnesia to take advantage of me and date me again.
It was disgusting. Not only was it totally dishonest, but it was tantamount to emotional abuse. He told me that he loved me, but how could he? How could you do that to someone you loved?
The hate built and swirled inside of me, and memories of how I used to feel about him came back to me stronger and stronger. But I couldn’t get the new feelings out of my mind. The ones where I loved him. The ones where he had changed, and he had become everything to me. He had been so good to me the last few weeks, helping me to become a better person. But it was all under false pretenses.
I felt torn in a million directions. Why couldn’t he just have been honest with me in the first place?
I didn't know what to do. A part of me wanted to stay with him. My life was meaningless without him. I had no job and no prospects. He gave me stability and a purpose. But at the same time, I knew that I couldn't do it. There was something inherently sick about it.
He was the reason that my life was the way it was. I remembered it all now. After he had crushed me the first time, everything fell apart for me. I stopped going to work and was eventually fired. I stopped talking to my friends, and they eventually stopped talking to me, too.
I stopped writing and abandoned it as a pipe dream. It was then that I got the waitress job and moved into that crappy apartment. It was all his fault.
I slept maybe an hour that night. Every time I closed my eyes,
I remembered the good and the bad. The more I remembered, the more that the good morphed into the bad. Any way that I wanted to look at it or tried to spin it, what Liam had done was wrong. There was no going back.
I woke before he did the next morning, having not really slept. I turned around, looking into the face of the man that had taken advantage of me. Although I didn't doubt his new feelings for me, for I felt those, too, I also knew that there was just no way that I could forgive him for what he had done to me. I knew that I was going to have to end it.
It was a painfully awkward morning as the two of us got ready to leave. I tried to stay busy the whole time, never wanting to give him an excuse to kiss me or try and have sex with me. I feared that he would try and force himself on me, and then, I would have no choice but to confront him. I was going to break up with him, but it was going to happen when we were back in New York, back where I could distance myself from him immediately.
All that meant was that I had to act as normal as I could all morning. When he woke up, he asked if I wanted to go out for breakfast. I told him no, that I would rather just eat in the room. He ordered room service. While we waited, he tried to kiss me, and I knew what was on his mind. To counter this, I broke into a coughing fit, feigning an oncoming sickness. I told him my head hurt and my stomach ached. Anything to keep him away from me.
He kept his distance after that. But even as he did, he still made sure that I was feeling okay. He went for a drive to the pharmacy to buy some pain killers. He asked room service for some lemon tea. He did everything that a good boyfriend should do when their girlfriend was sick.
I think that was what hurt the most. I knew how much he cared for me. I knew that despite his sickening actions, his heart was most likely in the right place. But even knowing this, even knowing how hurt he was sure to be, I had no choice. What he had done was unforgivable.