My body tenses with each thought, probably because I’m so conflicted between the desire and confusion. I’m confused because I have no idea whose hands are sliding across my naked flesh. I know that he’s naked too because I feel his hardness in my belly. I want it inside me, I want it hard inside me. I want him to throw me against the wall and take me right this minute. Oh yeah inner sexy girl is here and is spreading her legs ready and willing for this enormous amount of hardness that’s leaning up against me.
“Do you want me Abby? Do you want me inside of you?”
“Yus.” I wince once again.
I can’t stand it. I have never been this ready to be fucked. I can feel an orgasm sparking. I’m not going to come right this second, but if he puts his hand down there I’m sure it wouldn’t take long.
“Touch me.” I grab his hand and shove it to my heat.
“Abby I’m not going to touch you there until you tell me who I am.”
What the hell? He just said…
“But…I need you, I need you now.” My clit is pulsing out of control. If I can just rub against him I’m sure I’ll be screaming in seconds.
Why am I turned on so quickly by someone I don’t even know? All I can think about is the orgasm I’m going to be having in a few minutes unless he never touches me and then I’ll implode.
“Who am I Abby?”
I think about his question for a few seconds, but I have no idea who he is. Let me rephrase this; I know that I know him from somewhere, but I don’t know where. Does that make sense? I hope so because I am even more confused now than I was before.
“I don’t know…I don’t know who you are.” I wince.
“What do you feel here Abigale?” His palm cups my sensitive throbbing clit. His fingers find my wetness and they thrust hard and deep inside of me with no warning.
“Oh,” I scream. This is exactly what I want. His fingers are thick and he has at least four of them inside of me stretching me into a quivering hot wet mess.
“Who am I Abby?” He throws me against the wall forcefully with his body, grabbing my wrist with his free hand. “Do you want me to fuck you until your pussy screams for me to stop?” His dick is pressed so hard against my stomach it’s actually hurting my rib cage. His hand never stops thrusting inside of me and with every thrust of his fingers his hardness firmly presses into my stomach.
“Fuck me.” I let these words slip accidently, but I want him to fuck me hard and fast.
“Tell me who I am Abby and I’ll never stop fucking you. I’ll lick your pussy into oblivion. I’ll make you come until you pass out. I’ll lick, suck, and fuck your clit into an orgasm you have never known. All you have to do is tell me who I am.” The palm of his hand is rubbing against my clit as his fingers continue to fuck me hard and fast. “I want to hear you speak the name of the man who is bringing you to this.”
His dick is still hard on my belly and I can feel it pulse as the length grows against my skin.
“I don’t know who you are,” I scream because I have never needed to come more than I do right now. I feel like I’m in prison.
My hips are thrusting into the palm of his hand. I need every spark of friction that I can get. I need this release. My right arm is above my head, against the wall in his tight grip, a grip that will be sure to leave marks on my flesh. And yet I want him to squeeze harder. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Wouldn’t you rather come with my dick shoved hard and deep into your tight pussy?” His voice is a little bit condescending. “Say my name Abby, say it now or I leave.”
I don’t know what his name is, but if he leaves I will shatter. My insides will liquefy and the outside will literally shatter into pieces everywhere. I need him to touch me and fuck me hard until I’m unconscious. That’s all I want. But, I don’t know who he is.
“I don’t know.” I forcefully attempt to move my arm from the wall that’s being held by his tight grip. He grips tighter and I can’t move it. I squeeze my free arm tight around his neck. “Don’t leave me, please.”
“I’m sorry Abby I can’t stay.” And with these words he pulls his fingers from my pussy and grabs for my arm that is tightly gripping his neck. Pinning it to the wall with my other arm. He leans in close enough that I see magnificent blue eyes glistening from the streak of light that lingers in the darkness. “If I fuck you with my hard cock, will you remember my name then?”
“Yus.” I don’t hesitate with my answer. I need him so badly.
His lips move close as his tongue darts out from his full lips, taking over my own. His grip tightens forcefully around my wrists.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my breathing is labored, my clit is throbbing, and sweat is running down my naked body. I’m so worked up and I want to fight against him to take what I want.
“Ok, Abigale, I’ll give you what you want.”
Finally!
Just as the sexual frustration feels like it’s about to be relieved. His left hand remains on my wrists and his right hand tightens to my waist, turning my body to face the wall.
“You want me Abby?”
I’m silent for a few seconds, but only because I can’t think of anything to say. I don’t know this guy, but I have never felt more comfortable with anyone, ever.
“Yes.” This word wraps itself around everything that I know to be real and now takes possession of everything that isn’t.
My tiny wrists are being held against the cold wall with his one large hand. My body is pressed firmly against the wall also.
“Yes what?” He growls hard and deep into my ear.
“Yus I want you, I want you so badly.” I’m officially a whore. A proper girl doesn’t act like this. Right now any proper girl that had existed inside of me has jumped ship. ‘Sayonara chick’ is all I can say because I have no desire to have that person here, not here and not now.
The voice that echoes through my ears speaks again.
“Don’t move baby.” He slides his hand down my back crossing my ass cheeks gripping them in his hand tightly and then forcefully separating my legs. He’s so in control. I love it. His hand travels to my pussy sweeping my juices around to my clit and then to my forbidden spot.
“No,” I protest.
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he growls again in a more soothing way this time.
I want to object and tell him no, but I can’t because it feels so good. Who the hell am I? He’s making me feel like someone else.
“Relax.”
I tense, but only because I’m kind of excited.
“Relax Abby.”
I take a deep breath and blow it out. As soon as the breath leaves my lips he slides his finger in.
“Ahh,” I moan loudly. I don’t know if this is from surprise of the sudden intrusion or the pain that I feel.
“Relax,” he says as he takes my ear into his mouth. “Relax and enjoy.”
“Enjoy what?”
“Relax, you’ll see.” He releases my hands from above my head and wraps his hand around my large breast squeezing it into his palm. His hand is so large that he does this easily. His fingers play with my nipple and then pinches it, not hard well, it’s kind of hard, but good.
I relax with the pleasure my nipple is experiencing and as soon as he feels my body relax in his hold his finger slides deeper inside of me. Immediately he chases down my stomach finding my pussy spreading the liquid that’s pooling there and rubbing my clit with it.
I push into him because I don’t know what else to do. The pleasure is so overwhelming and foreign to me. Is it supposed to feel this amazing?
“Oh shi- Ahh,”
His fingers are rubbing my clit in a circular motion and his other hand is in control of the most amazing feeling mixed with a little bit of fucked up.
“I’m going to take you here Abby.”
“Umm no, no you’re not.”
“Yes, yes I am and you’re going to come so hard and so fast you’ll beg for more. Or it will be so
intense you beg me to stop. Huh, this is going to be interesting. Maybe you’ll beg for me to never stop.”
I haven’t actually seen his size, but I’ve felt it and I’m scared, scared to death.
“Relax baby and it’ll feel good I promise.”
His finger abandons me and finds liquid from my pussy and brings it to the one place I never thought I would be doing this. As soon as he has lubricated me I feel his hot…
“Oh my God.” His hard as hell dick jams into my pussy. I wasn’t expecting that at all. He presses me to the wall lifting my leg with his left hand so that he can ram himself inside of me. He lets go of my leg and pulls out.
“Oh shit don’t stop,” I beg.
He laughs. “Oh baby you got this all wrong. I’m never going to stop. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”
These words send a shiver from the back of my neck directly to the forbidden place I think… I definitely want, him to invade now. Inner sexy girl is biting her nails, hell she’s scared now and she’s never scared.
“Don’t think, just relax and I’ll have you screaming my name soon. You’ll never forget it again, not after this.” He bites my neck. More chills follow the recent ones.
His dick meets that place and I jump.
“Breathe out.”
I do as I’m told and with that release of breath I’m taken over to another place, a place I can’t explain. Truthfully, I don’t even know how I’m explaining this right now because…
Oh. My. God. This feels so amazing. “Ahh.”
“Relax.”
His hand slowly slides over my pussy teasing me until he gives me what I want, adding to the pleasure I’m already experiencing.
“Abby do you love me?”
All of the amazing sensations I’m having slowly start moving away. My hands push out against the cold wall in response to the loss.
“Wait! Wait!”
“Abby do you love me?”
I’ve been dreaming about a man that takes my breath away, I feel dirty though because the things that we do in those dreams are things I’ve never done before. I’m not saying I’ve never had those thoughts before, but I’ve never acted on them, I don’t think.
Oh I hate not being able to remember the last year of my life. I want to act on these thoughts. I wish this man was real and not just a figment of my imagination.
I open the door to the bathroom and grab the hairdryer from the sink. I get to leave this awful place I’ve called home for the last three months.
I want to tell Amy about the madness running circles around in my injured mind. It feels like this man is real and…well, I’ve hoped…Ok when I say this out loud it sounds crazy so don’t judge me, but I wish it was Evan. Crazy right? Mhmmm I think it would be really amazing if my life were like that.
I’m definitely grinning and biting my bottom lip. I’m not going to lie, I’m turned on just thinking about him. I don’t know what it is about him that gets me excited. When he walks into the room there are so many things that happen all at the same time.
First thing that happens; his eyes pierce mine with confidence that’s so sexy, then unknowingly he flexes his muscles through those tight t-shirts he wears, and the way he runs his hands through his hair when he’s frustrated usually because I’m giving him a hard time. Oh my, I can definitely see why I was in love with him. He is everything a girl could want. I think. Well from the outside he is for sure, but the sensible Abby needs to get to know the inner Evan.
“You ready to go?” My mom strolls in the hospital room.
“I’ve been ready are you kidding me?” I roll my eyes.
“You have to let us help you Abby.” My mom’s driving me insane and she’s only been here three seconds. Inner sexy girl checks her watch.
“No, no I don’t.” I shake my head not wanting to be fussed over.
My mom has insisted for the last few months that when I get out of this godforsaken hospital that I live with her and my dad in my childhood home. I say childhood home because apparently I’ve been moved out for a while and I’m too damn confused to know what else to call it since it isn’t my home anymore.
When Dr. Sexy recommended someone take care of me because of the seizures that I’ve had over the last few months they jumped all over the opportunity.
My mom resigned from her position as hospitalist and surgeon. My dad resigned from his positions as chief of staff and board of directors at Denver Memorial. I begged them not to do that, but they just went on and on about wanting to take care of me.
I don’t want them to. I can take care of myself. My inner sexy girl is tapping her designer heels on the tile floor of my mind. She’s annoyed.
“Abigale Hayes do not give your mother lip.” My mom’s becoming upset with me quickly. I say this because she’s talking in third person. Lovely.
“Mom seriously, I need to have my own apartment with my own space.” I’m definitely pouting.
“Abigale, please just humor your mother.” My dad is scrunched in the uncomfortable chair that sits in the left corner of my hospital room. He has one leg crossed over the other. He’s attempting to prevent my mom from going into parental meltdown.
I roll my eyes.
“Yeah I totally agree Abbs. She needs to get out of that dump of an apartment.” Amy nods her head while speaking to both my parents and I.
“See?” My mom lifts her hand agreeing with Amy.
“You didn’t even know that you had an apartment Abbs so I don’t know why you’d care about going back.”
“Amy…” I shake my head.
Inner sexy girl just punched her in the face. She’s supposed to be on my side. I’m going to kick her ass. She’s supposed to be my best friend.
“Abigale you can’t expect to just get back to your life the way you had been living it since you can’t remember what it was you were doing.” My mom pauses to stare me down. “Am I the only one that thinks this girl has lost her mind?” She throws her arms in the air.
“Thanks mom I appreciate that.” I’m biting my lower lip and nodding my head because of course I’ve lost my mind, I have amnesia.
“Oh Abigale, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” She takes in a deep breath. “Okay we are going to go make some arrangements for your homecoming and then we will be back.” She holds her hand up, stopping me from speaking as soon as she sees my mouth open to object.
“Dad?” I beg for him to save me, but he only shrugs. He’s so wrapped these days. I remember him being so much more dominant.
“Twilight zone,” I mummer.
“I’m sorry?” My mom turns in her blue sleeveless dress to investigate what I’d just said.
I suck in a harsh breath as I realize this is the twilight zone and I can’t fight with her about this anymore. “Ok,” I growl.
She doesn’t speak right away but instead walks over to my bed where I’m sitting and leans in to kiss my forehead. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Does this mean that I get to stay there too?” Amy preens.
“Of course it does silly, you know you’re always welcome in our home, you’re family.”
“Thank you Alison.” Amy melts at my mom’s feet.
“Suck up.” I roll my eyes.
Amy’s family is in LA., but they’re not close. It’s not from conflict, it’s just how they do things in the Alexander home. Amy’s parents are from “old” money and very self-centered. Not that the two are related in any way, but that’s just how it’s always been. Their social standing is of major importance and they have little time for anything else. Heidi and Stephen Alexander are very nice people they just have odd priorities. Amy always hung out in our home when we were growing up, it was just the norm for her to be there.
“Okay, we will pick you up around noon love,” my mom says as she and my dad walk out the door, closing it behind them.
And so it begins…
Acknowledgements
To my Husband
Chad and my beautiful children thank you for standing by my side during this process I love you so much. To my Mom Vickie, Dad Bill, and Mother in Law Charlotte, thank you for believing in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. I love you. Your encouragement has made the difference in bringing my dreams to paper. You have supported me through every detail and I will never forget it.
A special thank you goes out to my mom and aunt Mona you have been supportive from the first word typed and many years before as you would read and encourage everything that I have written, I love and adore you. I’m not sure if you know how much your encouragement has meant to me through the years. I appreciate you so much.
To my family and friends I love you to the moon. Amy, Chelsea, Shannon, Kristin, Maria, Melissa S, Melisa B, Ginger, Anne, Nicole, Marsha, Rachel, Jenny, Bellamy, Courtney, Matt, Jason. You ladies and gentleman have all had a special place in this process and I am so thankful for you.
Thank you to the beautiful women and their blogs that have taken a chance with me. Jennifer, Lisa, Justine, Misty, Nev. You ladies are rock stars!
Anne Mercier you took me under your wing even if you didn’t realize that you had. I have learned so much from you and look forward to many wonderful years of friendship.
Deborah at Tugboat Design thank you for creating the His Angel cover. You are an artist and I absolutely adore your genius. I will continue working with you as long as I write books.
Nicole Bailey you have been my savior through the editing process and I absolutely could not have done this without you and your wisdom Thank you so much.
Thank you K. Bromberg for answering my questions when I was brand new and lost in the indie publishing zone.
Each one of you beautiful and amazing people hold a special place in my heart and I am so thankful that God has placed you in my path.
Kimberly Blalock xoxo
About the Author
Kimberly Blalock has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.
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