Love Unmatched (13 page)

I untied my bikini top.

As soon as I did that he said, “Sedona, is that you?” Yup, he was definitely familiar with my boobs.

I smiled at him. “Why, do you want it to be someone else?”

His eyes showed utter surprise at first, and then he answered gruffly, “No. Come closer, babe. It’s too freakin’ dark in here.”

I came closer and lowered my body towards his. His mouth immediately latched on my breasts like a starving man.

“Ohh,” I moaned, “I need to get your ties off.”

“Hurry,” he urged. I undid his jeans and let his erection out. Mighty, proud, and always ready.

My mouth was salivating for a taste of him. I took a step back, bent over awkwardly, and took a swipe at his straining bulge with my tongue. He let out a loud groan.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “Let me out of these ties.”

I took pity on him. I walked towards the back of the chair and loosened the rope. The instant that Zander’s hands got out of them, he grabbed me as tenderly as he could and sat me on top of him. I knew that the chair would not hold our weight. Never say that I didn’t come prepared.

In between his animalistic growls, licking, and sucking, I managed to say, “Grab the towel by the stage.”

It took him a moment or two to finally let go of my breasts. He sprinted towards the stage and grabbed the blue towel that I brought with me. I knew that he would not let me out of this room without having me, so I had brought it with me in case there was no place for us to do the deed but on the floor.

He got the idea. He laid the towel on the floor and sat on it.

“Lean back, babe,” I instructed as I pulled the G-string off my legs. I was soaking wet down there. I needed him inside me — now. “I want to ride you.”

He leaned back with his right hand propped under his head. Even in the dark I could see the sheen of desire in his eyes. He was still wearing his shirt. His boxers and jeans were halfway down his legs. Wow, he was a sight to behold!

“Remove the wig,” he said. “I don’t like it on you.”

I carefully removed the hairpins holding the blonde wig in place and threw it to the side.

“Ride me,” he ordered, his breath coming out in shaky spurts.

“Just hold on,” I said. He was getting impatient. His feet were starting to caress my legs in urgency.

I turned my back towards him and walked across his body backwards; keeping my legs spread apart, and finally straddled him.

“Ah,” his voice was hoarse as he moaned.

“You said you wanted me to ride you, right?” As I sank onto him, I felt his erection get firmer and bigger. His view was of my butt riding him on the floor. He gently gripped the sides of my waist. I dipped my body up and down, undulating my hips on his impossibly hard length. He was not talking. Judging from the groans and moans that he was making, he liked this position. A lot.

Being on top was one of my favorite positions. I loved the feel of sliding down on him at my own pace. I knew how to make him crazy. Zander’s hands drifted to my butt and he squeezed my butt cheeks as I continued sliding back and forth on him.

The sounds of the age-old rhythm of making love filled the walls of this club. Before long, I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were going numb, my breathing was getting labored, and I was ready for my release.

“Baby, I’m coming!” I screamed and shuddered as the wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. My screams echoed through the walls of this private club.

He continued to pull me up and down his length, but the friction was becoming too much for me to take.

I felt the hot bursts of his release spread through me as he let out a yell. “I’m coming!”

I stayed sitting on top of him as he slowly regained his breath. A few minutes later he sat up, but he stayed inside of me. He loved to do that. He said that being inside of me was one of the best places in the world. He kissed me on my neck and shoulders and his hands roamed around my stomach.

He let out a satisfied sigh and said, “That was the best lap dance ever.”

“I didn’t really dance for you,” I argued.

“Babe, you danced for me,” he said in slow, even breaths. “The way you wiggled your ass on top of me a few minutes ago – now that is what I call a lap dance.”

I leaned back against his hard chest. “I’m sorry about the ties.” I felt his wrists. Zander had to have been tugging on them pretty hard, because his wrists were red and indented with the rope ties.

“Xavier and John might have just escaped their death warrant.”

“They did this for us you know,” I replied. Our friends might be the craziest set of friends ever, but they did a lot of things for us that were so special. They were always there for us. They spent time away from their work just so that they could plan and celebrate this bachelor/bachelorette party for Zander and I.

Behind my back I felt his head bob in assent. He trailed kisses on my shoulder and said, “Thanks for doing this for me.”

“Anytime handsome. Just call 1-800-SEDONA and I’ll make sure you get the dance of your life.”

He traced his hands over my hair and said, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” I smiled.

Our two-day bachelor/bachelorette party was a success. After the private dance, Zander and his buddies had a great ole’ guys’ time rounding out the bars in Vegas. How they managed to get up in the morning, or early afternoon, looking normal was beyond me. Even with the hangovers, Zander and John made sure that they punched in some gym time. It astonished me how much stamina those guys had. I could barely push my body to do an imitation of a yoga pose these days.

Nalee, Tanya, and I had a lot of pampering done. We had private massages and had fun watching the Cirque de Soleil shows. I swore to Zander that I would marry him right there and then if he hired the lady at the spa who gave me the best foot rub ever known to man, and if we took her home with me to New York. Zander said that it might be hard to do that, because the woman’s family lived in Vegas. He actually had Tanya ask about the magical foot-rub woman’s whereabouts. Without a doubt, Zander would hand me anything that I wanted, if he could. He loved me like that. He would give me all that he could, without questions asked. My happiness always came before his. It was the same for me – his happiness came before mine.

“We do not keep a record of our faults…”

Sedona

I didn’t feel like working today.

It was one of those days when you just wanted to stay in bed and be lazy.

I had been working three days of back-to-back twelve hour shifts. It has been difficult, but I wanted to take in all the experience I could get before I had the baby. Our baby was getting heavier in my stomach, and at night I found it extremely challenging to get some sleep. I had to sleep on my left side and propped myself up on two to three pillows, just to get comfortable.

Zander’s team has been on a winning streak. It was his first year and his team was in prime position to make it into the play-offs. I was so proud of him. His passion and commitment to his sport was giving him the rewards that he had been dreaming of.

I had to admit though, that I was also a little bit sad. My disappointment came from the fact that, at this time, he was supposed to be spending time with me and the baby. The playoffs meant more time away from him. I missed him so much. There were many times when I found myself thinking, ‘Why am I even here? I should just go back to Minnesota and be with him.’ Then, I thought of my P’s and D’s. As Zander said, “They’re a part of you. Don’t ever change. Just talk to me about it and we’ll find a way to work it out.” Yes, my P’s and D’s were still there, now added with a ‘B’ and ‘Z’.

I got out of bed, showered, and walked to work after leaving a voicemail on Zander’s phone. He was probably busy gearing up for tonight’s game.

Argh! This was so not my day. I had the pervert patient in Room 12B. He was a thirty five year-old man who was always trying to cop a feel at the nurses. He has been in the unit for about four days after being admitted for an irregular heart rhythm. His heart rate and rhythm was now back to a normal sinus rhythm after cardioversion. However, his perverseness remained the same. It was still irregular and creepy. One of the nursing assistants caught him pleasuring himself on top of the hospital bed the other day. Instead of apologizing, he had looked at her and said, ‘Wanna join me?’ I would have to employ my sternest face with him today.

My other two patients were the total opposites of him. I had Mrs. Kendrick again. She was admitted because of dehydration and her blood sugar was getting out of control again. The other was Mr. Jackson, a fifty two year-old gentleman who had a cardiac bypass.

My phone was vibrating in my pocket, but I couldn’t answer it. I was holding a bag of insulin and double-checking it with another nurse, readying to infuse the solution in Mrs. Kendrick’s IV line. Her blood sugar was off-the-charts today, and she might have to be transferred to the ICU if we couldn’t keep it down.

“Honey, I’m sorry I’m keeping you busy today.” Her pale blue eyes were smiling, but her voice was weak.

I wiped her IV line with alcohol and started connecting the tubing. “I know you are. You need to get stronger and better. Hopefully, after hanging this bag, your sugar will be leveled off.”

She gave me a quick grin and went back to sleep. She wasn’t her usual self today. Maybe something else was going on. The blood work that they did this morning hasn’t showed up in the computer yet. I wondered how her electrolyte levels were. Something was not right with her today.

After doing my assessments my stomach started growling. I gave a quick report to another nurse and went for a break. I was about to step inside the elevator to go down to the cafeteria when I eyed Dr. Klinefelder walking towards me.

Here we go
.

His eyes glinted in amusement as he said, “How nice. My favorite nurse is here.”

I stepped inside and pressed the number two on the elevator. I smiled politely at him.

“So, baby on the way, huh?” He eyed my stomach. At almost seven months there was no hiding the fact that I was pregnant.

“Uh-huh.” I stared at the elevator wall. His cologne actually smelled good. It hinted of jasmine and oakwood. If he wasn’t such an irritating guy I would have matched him up with one of my girlfriends, but he was, so there was no way I’d ever want that additional connection with him. His taunts would not be garnering any reaction from me.

It’s okay, Sedona. According to the First Law of Thermodynamics, the total energy of the universe is constant and is neither created nor destroyed. Conserve your energy. He can neither create a reaction from you or destroy your good mood you if you keep yourself at a constant state of ignoring his presence.

“Was it an immaculate conception?” he asked. This elevator ride was taking too long.

“Huh?”

“You were not pregnant a few months ago,” he snickered. “Now, all of a sudden, you are. And I never see your boyfriend.”

I pressed the elevator button again.

I looked him up from head-to-toe and I imagined Tanya’s haughtiness. I tried imitating the vision of Tanya that formed in my head and put my right hand over my hip. “That is none of your business.”

He gave me a devious grin. “Who’s the baby daddy?”

This man was so infuriating. Did he treat the other nurses like this?

“Maybe there is no baby daddy,” he said, and then added quickly, “If there isn’t, I can volunteer.”

Yuck.

I pulled out my phone, brought up a picture of Zander, and enlarged it on my screen with my hands. The elevator dinged. Turning towards him, I said, while showing him Zander’s picture, “This is my baby’s daddy. He’s the hottest guy you’ll ever see. He will kick your ass back to the
tenth floor if you keep making these inappropriate comments to me! Oh, on a side note, I will also file for sexual harassment if you keep this behavior up.”