by B. B. Hamel
She sighs. “Yeah, maybe, but I don’t know. It’s probably more sinister than that.”
“You almost sound like you feel bad for me.”
She glances up with a little frown. “You think I wouldn’t?”
“I don’t really know.”
“Huh. After all this.”
We sit quietly for a few more minutes until I tilt her chin up toward me. “You don’t have to feel bad,” I whisper.
“Why not?”
“Even if this has been a torture parade, at least he sent me here with you.”
She bites her lip. “He didn’t mean for that to be a good thing, you know.”
“He’s not always right.” I lean forward and kiss her softly. “Let’s stop talking about him.”
“Okay,” she whispers back and kisses me deeper. I let that kiss linger and force any other thoughts from my mind.
I only want to think about Lucy, her body, her lips. I want to think about her moans, her writhing pleasure, her intense and unstoppable desire.
As soon as our lips touch, I know I’m utterly fixated on her. I can’t help myself. She’s voluptuous, gorgeous, incredible. Her taste floods me and makes me wild with a throbbing need I’ve never felt before.
I reach up and grab her hair. We’re alone here and I doubt anyone’s coming anytime soon. It’s amazing how many empty places there are in hospitals.
“We shouldn’t,” she moans when I grip her hair tight. “I mean, it’s a mistake. You know that.”
“We made it once. Can’t take that back.”
She groans. “I know. I just—”
“You’re afraid.” I slide off the gurney and pull her along with me. “Come on.”
I kiss her and push her back into an empty room. I throw the curtain closed before she stumbles back against the bed.
“Someone could hear,” she whispers. “That would destroy everything. The admins here would take any excuse to hurt you.”
“I’m sure they would.” I step closer and unbutton her blouse one agonizing button at a time. Her breasts swell with every deep breath and I can barely stop my cock from getting rock hard as her gorgeous cleavage is slowly revealed.
I kiss her, kiss her neck, kiss her chest. She groans as I pull her shirt off. She reaches up and grabs my hair while I unhook her bra, letting it drop off her skin.
“It’s not just them,” she gasps finally.
“What else is it then?”
“Me,” she groans. “I’m afraid…”
“Of what? That you’ll love this too much?”
“Yes.”
I bite her lip and tease her breasts. “Good.”
I kiss her again and this time I don’t let her argue. I kiss her hard, stifling her protests, and she melts into my arms.
Her body feels so good against mine, warm and soft and perfectly curved. She fits me right, makes me groan, makes my blood sing and pulse with her. I taste her skin, her tongue, her lips. I tease her hard, perky little pink nipples between my teeth, and I slowly unbutton her pants.
She shimmies a little as I slide a hand down the front. She gasps and I smirk at how dripping wet she is.
“I knew it,” I whisper with a grin. “I knew you could pretend all you wanted…”
“It’s just my body,” she says.
“But your body doesn’t lie to me.” I slide a finger down along her slit, feeling that soaking spot, her wetness pooling there. She lets out a satisfied groan as I kiss her and let my fingers wander some more.
The way she reacts to my touch is absolutely enticing. She squirms, rolling her hips, letting out these soft little moans. I know with every touch exactly how she feels about it. Little gasps, little groans. It gets me hard, makes my blood pulse faster, my heart screaming a beating need.
I bite her lip again and slide a finger deep inside her tight little pussy, her beautiful pussy. It’s all mine, every inch of her tight cunt is all mine. She has no idea how wild that makes me, how out of control I feel every time we touch.
I tease her before pushing her back on the bed. I pull down her pants, get them off over her knees before spreading her legs wide. I push her panties aside, licking her top to bottom.
Her fingers curl in my hair, grabbing on tight as I lick and suck her clit. She groans, leaning back on one elbow, her feet up on the bed. “Shit,” she gasps. “I have to be quiet.”
“I can help,” I say, standing up. I sink two fingers inside of her before putting a hand over her mouth.
She groans and glares at me as I pump my fingers in and out, curling them to slide along her spot. She moans into my palm and I hold her there, teasing her clit then fucking her with my fingers, back and forth, driving her wild. She’s dripping out onto the sheet, a mess with need and desire.
I kiss her as she leans forward, sitting up, abs tense. She unbuckles my belt and practically yanks my pants down. I grin at her and let them slide off as she reaches forward, pulling down my boxer briefs, taking my cock into her hands.
I take a half-step back as she leans forward, sitting up and taking my cock into her mouth. I growl my pleasure as she sucks my tip, hands wrapped around my shaft. It’s pure bliss, the way she sucks my cock, the way she seems to go wild for it sliding between her beautiful lips and into her pretty little mouth.
Her gags make me lose it almost entirely. I hold her hand tight as she sucks me, body bobbing up and down, breasts shaking. I let loose a growl when I pull her back, leaning forward to kiss her lips, tasting her and loving the way she lingers on my lips.
She leans back on her elbows, practically daring me.
“You’d better not be too loud,” I growl as I lean against her, cock pressing against her soaking slit. I’m inches from sinking inside of her.
“You’d better not make me,” she says with a little smile.
I kiss her lips softly. “Can’t make any promises.”
And then I press myself inside of her.
She gasps, back arching as I fill her to the brim. I slide my cock so easily deep into her pussy and she takes me, swallowing me up. I groan, feeling her hips move side to side, a sensual sashay that forces me deeper inside.
I bite her lip and pull her to the edge of the bed. I’m still standing, leaning up against her, and she props herself up on one elbow as I grab her hair and pull her closer. I kiss her, tongue tasting her lips, as I start to slowly slide myself in and out of her tight spot.
“You feel like heaven,” I whisper. “Every time I sink myself deep inside you, I can’t control myself.”
“I love having you inside me, Daddy,” she groans.
I growl my pleasure and move faster, fucking her harder. She can take it this time, her body ready, her body primed. I fuck her deep and rough and tease her breasts with my hands and tongue and lips. She’s right, we should be quiet, but I can’t help myself. I’m growling, groaning, fucking her hard, making too much noise.
But it feels too good. I take her deep and rough, making her body tense and shake, her eyes roll back into her head. I love watching the pleasure wash over her, make her wild with lust. She’s so savory, ripe, tasty. I feel a high coursing through my veins that I can barely understand, let alone describe.
I pull back with a gasp before standing her up and bending her over the bed. She looks back at me, back arched, ass plump and begging. I spank her hard before I sink myself inside her from behind. She takes me, every inch, like she was made for it.
I lean over and grab her hair, pulling her body back against mine. She wiggles her hips, my cock buried deep between her legs. “I want to see you moan,” I whisper. “I want to make you sweat. I want you to beg to come and call me Daddy when you finally do.”
“God, yes,” she groans. “Please.”
“I know what you need.” I sink myself deeper, grabbing her hair tight. “I know how much you need my big cock, you dirty girl. Give yourself to me, every inch.”
“Take it,” she gasps.
I push her forward again and fuck he
r hard. She bucks her hips back against mine, riding along my shaft, and I stroke into her again and again. I’m merciless, an animal invading her tight pussy. She’s moaning and now all thoughts of being quiet completely leave us. I can’t help myself, not with these curves, that thick ass, those perfect perky breasts.
I pull back, both of us sweating now, and get on the bed. She climbs on top, straddling me, pushing her way back down to slide to the bottom of my shaft. She shivers with ecstasy and leans forward, kissing me. I grab her hair and she starts to ride, tentatively at first, not sure of herself.
“Go ahead,” I groan. “Let loose. You can’t do anything wrong.”
“I don’t know how.”
“If you can dance, you can fuck. Move your hips.”
She bites her lip and starts to gyrate, slightly at first, riding up and down. But soon her back and ass get into it and she’s riding me, sliding up and down, jerking her hips in this incredible way that gets me wild.
I’m ravenous for her. I kiss her lips, her breasts, spank her ass. I want to feel every inch of her skin and keep going. She’s beguiling and mesmeric the way she moves along my cock, hips jerking and gyrating, wild with a fucking frenzy.
I pull her hair, slap her ass. I’m brutal and savage and she’s beautiful. We work together, moving in perfect harmony, our breathing stabilized, syncing up together. She groans as I bite her lip and spank her harder and she just keeps going, riding faster, her body sweating and shaking.
And I know she’s close. I can hear it in her moans, in the way she moves. I can feel it too, her tight pussy getting tighter. “You want to let it go,” I whisper. “You want to come for your Daddy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Oh, god, yes. Please.”
“Go ahead. Come for me.”
“Let me come, Daddy,” she moans, begging. “Let me come.”
I spank her ass and grip her hair tighter as I thrust up inside her tight cunt. She takes me, gasping, crying out.
We come together. It’s a single instant but it feels like it lasts forever. I explode inside of her just as her back arches and she starts to squirm with absolute pleasure. I come deep inside her tight pussy as she pants my name over and over. “Cade, oh, god, Cade, oh, god, Daddy.”
I growl back and fuck her through her orgasm, both of us sticky with sweat and breathing hard. She collapses against my chest and I hold her there, tight to my skin.
The world outside of this room is still gone. I don’t think about our goal here, about my father, about the admins. I don’t think about the other patients.
For me, there’s only her.
“We can’t keep doing that,” she says after a while.
“We can,” I say.
“I’m afraid it’s going to mess with my judgment.”
I laugh softly. “Maybe, maybe not. You still think you’re in control?”
She bites her lip. “I don’t know anymore.”
I kiss her softly. “Good.”
I hold her like that, letting the night settle in around us, the quiet of the empty hospital wing hanging heavy like a weighted blanket around our bodies.
16
Lucy
We get through most of the week without any incidents.
It seems like it should be impossible, but there aren’t any tricks, any pitfalls. Cade isn’t an asshole, doesn’t miss any days, doesn’t complain.
He’s actually kind of nice to me.
On Thursday, I’m finally sick of it.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask him as we walk the halls for the hundredth time that week.
He frowns. “Nothing, I don’t think. I didn’t sleep great last night but I think that’s because—”
“No, I mean, not literally. You’ve just been acting weird.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Weird how?”
“Nice to me. You haven’t been…” I trail off as he laughs. “It’s not funny.”
“I know, it’s just, I haven’t been teasing you as much these last few days and now you think there’s something wrong. You want me to tease you, little Lucy?”
“No,” I say quickly. “It’s just—”
“Don’t worry. I’ll go back to making fun of you. I think that was more fun anyway.”
I sigh and shake my head. “Shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Nope.”
“Asshole.”
“Doesn’t this feel better?”
I roll my eyes, but yes, he’s right, it does.
I think I don’t want him to be nice to me because that makes whatever’s happening between us real. I keep thinking that it’s only physical, that we’re only having sex, but I don’t do that. I don’t just sleep with random guys. I kept my virginity so long, only to lose it to this man, and that has to be for a reason.
But I’ve kept my distance, trying to pretend like it’s no big deal. So when he’s nice to me, it makes me think…
He feels it too.
Which I can’t let happen.
I can’t let this become real for the both of us.
We finish Thursday without any traps.
It’s not until Friday that we finally find out why we were sent to this hospital in the first place.
Cade and I spend most of the morning in the long-term wing, talking with patients and visiting elderly people that probably don’t get many visitors. When we’re done, we sit down in the inner atrium sipping coffee and enjoying the way the light slants in through the glass ceiling.
“It’s a nice place,” I say to him.
“What, this hospital?”
“No, I mean, this atrium.”
He grunts in response. “My father built it.”
“Of course he did.”
Cade laughs. “It’s not a bad thing though. Not everything he did was pure evil.”
“You seem to think it was.”
“Nah.” He sighs and stretches his legs. “I just don’t get why we’re here.” He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “Are you about to drop some bomb on me?”
“I don’t think so,” I say, sitting up. “But watch out.”
He follows my gaze and we spot Jolena walking toward us.
“She hasn’t been around much,” he mutters.
“Avoiding us,” I answer.
“This can’t be good.”
Jolena approaches with her trademark frown. “How are you two doing today?” she asks. “Been having fun in my hospital?”
“Not at all,” Cade says. “How about you?”
She purses her lips. “You’re leaving after today, correct?”
I speak before Cade can say something stupid. “That’s right, Ms. Johnson,” I say. “Thank you very much for your hospitality.”
She gives me a flat look. “Mhmm.” She turns back to Cade. “You know, I never did get to thank you.”
“For what?” he asks.
“The little stunt you pulled, cutting our salaries. It was a smart move.”
That makes him pause like he’s in some kind of trap. “I’m not sure I follow.”
“You saved a lot of patients.”
“But I cut your salary too.”
A little smile creeps onto her lips. “Did you now?”
His face darkens. “From what I recall.”
“Here’s the thing,” she says softly. “You did cut admin salaries across the board… but not all of them stayed cut.”
He tenses. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“You left, remember? And our salaries went right back into the control of the board. Fortunately, the board likes me.”
“So, what? You had them give you a raise?”
“Of course I did,” she snaps at him. “Do you have any idea what it takes to run a hospital? I had them give me my old salary back and then some.”
“What about the others?” he asks.
“They stayed cut.”
He blinks, a little surprised. “That’s harsh, even for you.”
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nbsp; “Oh, hell, it was a good move on your part. I would’ve done it myself, but I couldn’t be the bad guy. I’m glad you did it for me.”
“So if all this worked out for you personally, why do you hate me so much?”
She hesitates a second before sitting down next to him with a sigh. “I don’t know,” she finally admits. “I’m not sure I do, really.”
He leans back and I watch them quietly. I’m not sure where this is going, but I don’t think it’s going to be good. I have a bad feeling in my gut.
“You just needed a bad guy, and that was me.”
“More or less. Keeping the long-term wing open longer was a nice PR gain for us.”
“Of course, it’s all about marketing for you, huh?”
“Of course it is,” she snaps. “How do you think all this gets paid for? We gotta keep money moving through this place or else we can’t afford to take care of patients.”
He sighs a little, looking up at the skylight. “You know, when I was younger, I thought doctors were free. The idea that you’d charge someone to help make them better was…” He trails off, shaking his head. “It seemed wrong, I guess.”
“Welcome to the real world.”
He snorts. “Like you need to remind me where we live.” He finally looks back at her. “So, what now? You just keep going on like before?”
“Oh, no.” She smiles at him. “Did you ever stop to think why you know so many people on that ward still?”
He frowns slightly. “I figured since it’s the long-term ward…” He trails off.
“I bet the nurses told you that we’ve been filling empty beds, didn’t they?”
“Sure,” he says. “I saw some new faces.”
“But not many. We’re going to phase out that whole wing sooner or later.”
He’s quiet for a second. “As soon as all the current residents die off.”
“Right. We’re reassigning nursing staff little by little and eventually there won’t be any coverage… and no more long-term wing. Do you have any clue how expensive that place is? The staff doesn’t even realize I’m doing it, not yet at least.”
He’s quiet for a long time. She just sits there, a little smile on her face.
“It doesn’t matter what I do, does it?” he finally asks. “You’re going to gut that wing.”