- GREG

 

I WOKE UP CONFUSED. My head hurt. Where was I? I looked around but before I could focus I was asleep again. When I woke up for a second time the light was different. How long had I been out? Someone was sitting nearby, holding my hand. Who was that?

I tried to sit upright and winced, pain coursing through me. “Take it easy,” the voice said. I knew that voice. Who did it belong to?

Memories came back to me slowly. I had set off in the car after getting the text message from Rachel. I’d managed to catch up to Ian’s car but he’d refused to pull over. I’d tried to get in front of him to force him to slow down but he’d rammed me. I remembered the crunch when he hit the brakes, me unable to slow in time before we were both spinning and then nothing at all. Where was I?

I blinked to clear my vision and realised who it was sitting there. It was Rachel. She looked tired and drained, her skin pale, her eyes watering. “Hi there,” she said with a smile. “You gave me a bit of a fright.”

“Where am I?” My voice was croaky, like I hadn’t drunk anything for days. Maybe I hadn’t.

“Hospital in Newquay.”

“What happened?”

“You had a short meeting with a wall and it didn’t go too well for you.”

“How bad is it?”

“You’ve cracked a rib and got a concussion but other than that, they reckon you’ll survive.”

“How long have I been here?”

“A week and a half. You woke up a couple of times but your memory was pretty shot. The doctor said that’s standard for a head injury like yours. How do you feel?”

“Rough. Hang on, a week and a half. Then why are you still here?”

“You mean why didn’t I go home at the end of my vacation?”

I managed a nod as she squeezed my hand.

“Well if you’re well enough for the full story and you’re sitting comfortably I’ll begin. Ian went home with my parents. He managed to make a mountain out of the cut to his forehead but he still made the flight as if nothing happened.”

“Did they forgive you?”

“For refusing to marry him? Not quite.”

“So they cut you off?”

“We can talk about this when you’re better.”

“I can guess. You’ve got no money, no home, and you’re stuck here with nowhere to turn, right?”

She nodded slowly before looking coldly at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to press on you for anything. I just wanted to make sure you recovered. It was my fault you got hurt, after all.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I was the one who crashed the car.”

“Coming after me. You could have been killed.”

“You needed rescuing.”

“Simple as that?”

I let go of her hand, twisting in the bed to look at her better, ignoring the pain in my chest. “You should try and make up with your parents. I doubt they’ll hold a grudge for long.”

“You don’t know my mother. I would rather have nothing than have to agree to what they want.”

“You won’t have nothing.”

“Excuse me?”

“If you stay here with me. You’ll have me.”

“Oh, but I thought-”

“You thought you were just a fling. I told you I wanted to be honest with you. I have loved you since the moment I first set eyes on you. I just had to find out how you felt about me.”

“I thought you were just after me because I said no.”

“That might have been part of it but that was nothing compared to how you made me feel. You made me feel alive for the first time and I had to chase that feeling. That was why I came after you.”

“But I thought you hated love. The ultimate turn off, remember?”

“The man who said that hadn’t met you yet.”

“So I’m not just a vacation fling?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Her hand slid over mine, her fingers stroking my wrist as I smiled up at her. “Shame we don’t have a private room," I said quietly.

“You only get one of them if you pay for it and I doubt either of us could afford that.”

“You’d be surprised what I can afford.”

“Come on, I know you spent all the money you earned on this trip.”

“There’s a lot more where that came from. Find me a doctor and I’ll have a private room in an hour.”

“Bullshit.”

“If I’m right, you have to let me do something to you.”

“What?”

“Get me a doctor first.”

She did as I asked and I proved her wrong. With a hefty donation paid towards the new children’s wing they wanted to build I was sorted. Minutes after the money transferred, I settled in a room containing only a bed, TV, cabinet and Rachel.

“How much did you pay for this?” she asked, looking at the view out of the window.

“Enough,” I replied. “Now remember what I said?”

“You can’t be thinking like that. You’ve just been in a car crash.”

“Lock the door.”

“You’re not serious?”

I nodded, getting to my feet to prove I meant business. “I’m feeling much better but I think you need examining.”

“Oh really,” she said with a smile, crossing to the door and pulling down the blind. She flicked the lock before turning to face me. “And are you my doctor?”

“For now. Strip.”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re asking me to do that. You're injured.”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

I leaned back on the bed, enjoying the sight of her embarrassment as she slowly slipped out of her clothes. I’d had the horrible feeling I might never see that body again so the sight of it was as much an affirmation that things were okay as simple pleasure at seeing her form. What a form it was, those boobs of hers, the nipples rigid with need, her hands shaking as she slid down her skirt and panties in a single motion. “Bend over the bed,” I said, moving behind her as she did what I asked. “Now don’t move and don’t make a sound.”

I raised my hand and brought it smacking down on her perfect little ass. There was a twinge in my chest but I was easily able to ignore it, concentrating on the little red circle on her buttock that expanded with each spank I landed. “That’s for walking away and not letting me tell you I loved you,” I said, smacking her again. “You bad girl.”

“I’ll be good,” she muttered, pushing her hips back in away that suggested the exact opposite. “I’ll be good for you.”

“You better,” I said, sliding my hand between her legs, feeling how wet she was. “Now put your clothes on. I’ll keep your bra and panties here though. You don’t deserve those yet.”

“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed. She turned to look at me, reaching down for my cock. I let her hold it, my breath catching as she sank to her knees. “I think I know what will make you feel better.”

Reaching up under my hospital gown, she had hold of my cock in seconds, running her tongue along the shaft as I stared down, hardly able to believe this was happening. Who was this person? So different to the innocent scared girl I’d first met in Haworth at the party. She was choking on my cock and bringing me close to orgasm in under a minute, faster than had ever happened before.

Someone rattled the door handle behind me and I managed to get out, “Just a second,” as Rachel’s hand ran along my shaft, gripping me tightly, drawing out a climax from me so strong I almost collapsed. Spurting into her mouth, I groaned loudly as she stared up at me, licking her lips, kissing the tip of my cock before helping me into bed.

As soon as I was under the covers, she was dressed and across to the door, unlocking it to let a slightly annoyed doctor in to examine me. “Your pulse seems a little high,” he said, scrawling notes onto a pad. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better,” I replied as Rachel stifled a giggle.

“Well we reckon you can go home today if you like. Have you got someone who can keep an eye on you as we’d rather you didn’t drive.”

“I can have my driver come pick me up.”

“Excellent. I’ll be back in an hour with the test results from last night and if all’s well, we’ll get you on your way home.”

“Your driver?” Rachel asked after he’d gone. “Since when do you have a driver?”

“For about ten years now.”

“The Bentley was yours wasn’t it?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re rich.”

Yep.”

“Why didn’t you say? I was worried about you wasting all your money on me.”

“Because all the women in my life have only ever wanted my money.”

“And you thought if I found out, you wouldn’t know if I wanted you or your fortune?”

“Something like that.”

“What if I want you and your fortune?”

“Then I’m sure we can come to some kind of arrangement.” I patted the bed and she climbed up next to me, wrapping herself in my arms as we looked out at the blue sky together. “I’m glad you’re staying,” I said. “Maybe you can stay permanently.”

“Maybe I can,” she replied as I leaned over to kiss her. “If you’ll have me.”

I let my lips brush over hers before saying, “I intend to have you a lot.”