Tempting Target: Heart of a SEAL (16 page)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lieutenant Commander Matt Perrier had seen better days, or at least he felt like he had. He opened his eyes and felt like he must have gone on a major bender if the pounding in his head and the soreness of his body was any indication. The room was dim, but there was enough light to see that he wasn’t in any bedroom that he remembered. Turning his head a little to the left, he could see that there was a woman asleep on the bed. She wasn’t laying in the bed but rather sitting in a chair at his bedside and bent over so that her head lay by his hand.
What the hell is going on?

Looking around the rest of the room, he saw that this wasn’t any hotel or base housing… he was in a hospital. There was a pole with a machine that looked like it had a bag of some liquid running through it to a long tube that was connected to his arm, and there were all types of other wires that were connected to his body in different spots that led up to a machine that had his vital signs on it…blood pressure, respirations, temperature, and pulse. He knew a bit about the medical field, so he knew that at least his readings were within normal limits.

What had happened?
He closed his eyes and tried to think about it, but nothing came to him, but what was worse was that it was painful to even search for that memory. He remembered getting on a plane to vacation in Hawaii, but after that, there was nothing. Maybe the woman by the bed knew something. He turned his attention to her and was transfixed on the long dark hair that was on the bed. Her position didn’t look comfortable, but she was definitely sleeping. The desire to touch her was stronger than he’d ever had with a stranger, but somehow he just felt like it was something he could do. Turning his hand over he let the silky strands flow through his fingers, attempting to catch the softness between his fingers, and her head popped up like he’d pushed a button. Her eyes were wild, like she was confused, but the brightness of her smile made him want to smile too…if he didn’t hurt so damn bad.

“Matt? You’re awake?” The woman jumped up and threw herself on the bed… kissing his face and hugging him. She smelled awesome, and he appreciated her joy over the fact that he was awake, but he thought he’d stay quiet while he figured out who she was. Have I been captured somewhere by the enemy? She seemed too friendly to be a prison guard, but who knew? The enemy did all kinds of weird things.

“Do you need anything?” she asked while looking all around, but then, like she remembered something, she stopped short. “Let me get the nurse.”

He caught her hand before she could sprint off. “Where am I?”

“In the hospital.” The look of relief and endearment on her face made him wonder again where he knew her from or if she was just a really good actress.

“We were in a back room of an evacuation facility when something hit the wall and it crumbled. You were hit in the back with a piece of concrete, and they think the whiplash made your brain swell up a bit. The doctors are amazed that you didn’t have more damage, but you have been unconscious for two days.” She snuggled back into him with a hug that was about to make his cock hard as stone, but he cleared his throat and prepared to get some answers before this woman left to get reinforcements.

“Are you my nurse?” That was a direct question, and he expected a direct answer.

“Oh… you want to play that way?” She went to pull the curtain around the bed, and when she returned, she had a look he was very familiar with…the naughty girl look. It was complete with a smirk and her removing her panties. She had on a loose-fitting blouse with elastic around the neck line and a long skirt. The whole ensemble looked fairly comfortable, but when he looked at it another way it was easy access as well. She didn’t look like an easy access woman, but he’d not turn her away. He didn’t plan on saying anything to encourage or discourage the beautiful woman with the long dark hair and body like a 1950s pinup model.

“It’s a good thing you woke up in the middle of the night. There is no way we’d be able to get away with this in the daytime.” She hiked up her skirt, and he couldn’t control how hard his cock throbbed when she saw her thick thighs spread. “I’m not sure what we can do with you, because you’ve not been cleared, and I’d hate to do something that would damage you.”

“Sit on the chair and let me watch you play with your pussy.” He was fascinated by this woman who looked like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but sat in the chair next to him with her legs open and her glistening juices wetting her tasty looking pink parts as she did as he requested. Matt still didn’t know who she was, but that wasn’t going to stop him from having this fun with her, especially since she was so game to please.

“Like this?” Her voice was breathy, like she was already turned on. Maybe it was her kink to get off with patients, or she felt like she was doing her good deed for the day. His dick was thoroughly enjoying the show, and if he wasn’t tied up to all this shit, he’d definitely would have requested something a bit more hands on.

“Rub your clit a little before you sink those two fingers inside and pull down your top. It looks like you’re hiding a nice set of tits that I can’t wait to see.”

Her breath hitched, and his hand moved down to his cock to adjust himself. However, he found his hand wrapped around his cock and the tempo of his stroke matching the rhythm of her movements.

“I was right. Those tits are awesome, but they look like they need to be bitten or sucked really hard.” Why he thought it was okay to talk to this innocent-looking woman like this, he wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t complaining so he’d keep going.

“Yes, please.” Her voice wasn’t as strong as it had been, and he was proud that he’d been able to get her this excited with nothing more than the words of his mouth.

“Pull on your nipples.” He was enjoying giving her orders and wondered when she’d get up and tell him to fuck off. It didn’t appear that the dismissive words he was waiting for were going to happen.

She again did as he instructed, and he stroked faster and faster. It was like he’d not had sex in a year. He was so ready to explode it was almost like his legs spread a bit on their own accord, like his body knew he needed a bit of room to work his cock. He could feel his balls bouncing until they got tight and felt full.

“It doesn’t look like you’re going to last, Sexy. Why don’t you come for me?” he said in a voice that sounded rusty even to his ears. He knew they couldn’t be loud, and for some reason, he thought this woman would be a screamer. Matt wasn’t sure what to do in this situation, but what he did know is that it didn’t matter who pulled back that curtain, he was going to blow his wad in the next few minutes.

She bit down on her lip, and it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. There was a flash of something that ran across his mind. An elusive thought that was so quick that he’d missed it. Did it have something to do with this woman? He thought so. It had something to do with watching her ride her fingers like it was something she did often and her full breasts swaying with each wave of release.

Watching her come from her self-stimulation was more thrilling than he’d imagined. It wasn’t like he’d never seen a woman stroke off for him, but with this woman, it set off something in him he wasn’t sure he recognized. She got up from the seat and stood by the bed. Matt was ready to come, but he felt a bit vulnerable here in this bed with no weapon at his disposal. The look on her face helped him calm down a little, but years of being wary and reading people told him it could be a trick, as he still didn’t know who she was.

Her face was flushed, and she was still trying to catch her breath, but she looked like she was planning to do something. What? He didn’t know.

“I know you missed this.” She put her wet fingers in his mouth and her flavor burst on his tongue like he’d licked her pussy himself. The woman sawed her fingers in and out of his mouth, and he couldn’t contain the deep moan that came from him. Whoever she was, she knew him well and had quite a bit of moxie to presume that he’d want this. He must be a dirty fucker because he loved it. That gesture coupled with the swinging tits that swayed every time she moved was so hot he couldn’t stop the eruption of semen that was rushing to squirt out. He closed his eyes and let it go, but not before he felt the soft warm lips of this beautiful woman close around the head of his cock. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, but before the aftershocks were complete, he could feel the cool air where her mouth was as she pulled down his gown and brought his blankets up.

“Is everything all right in here?” A small woman in blue scrubs came rushing in with her stethoscope like a blur.

“Matt’s awake. He’s only been up for a few minutes.” The woman whose lips were still wet from sucking his cock seemed nervous. Why would that be? Was she not supposed to be in there? Was she just going around the hospital spreading her type of cheer?

“You should have told us he woke up the minute it happened. His heart rate spiked and so did his respirations.” The look the nurse was giving his playmate was making him upset.
Maybe she should have tried to get help
, he thought. Then, he remembered that she had, but he’d held her back to get more information.

“It’s okay,” he said trying to help out. “She was trying to get help, but I stopped her with questions.”

The nurse turned to him with a big smile. “Well, as long as nothing was harmed I guess it’s alright. I’m going to call the doctor and tell him you’re awake. The place is going to go crazy, Lieutenant Commander Perrier.”

“What the hell happened?” Matt wondered out loud. It was like everyone knew something that he didn’t, and it was beginning to bother him.

“There were a lot of people wounded when the side of the building gave way. You were protecting me with your body so I didn’t get hurt. The only way they’d let me in here is because I told them I had some medical experience and could help out.” She looked at him like he should know her. However, it didn’t matter how much he tried to search for the memory that would get them out of this awkward position, it just wasn’t working. The longer he stared at her the larger her smile was, and he wasn’t sure why she was doing that either. It was time to cut to the chase and get what needed to be said out of the way.

“Who are you exactly?” There was no way to say that nicely, and his head was bothering him too much to attempt to be more tactful.

Her smile faltered, and she slowly straightened up and took a step back from the bed. “What do you mean?” She seemed to stand up a bit taller as she clarified, “I’m the woman who’s been with you for the last week and a half. We met in Hawaii, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.”

“Sweetheart, that doesn’t sound like the me I know.” He didn’t want to call her a liar, but this story wasn’t anything he remembered, and he tried long and hard to keep people… especially woman away from him and his lifestyle. His job was dangerous, and he didn’t invite anyone into the world where he may not return. His father had left his mother when he was five years old, and that wasn’t anything he planned on doing to another person.

“You’re right. It isn’t. You found a note about the kinds of things I wanted to do while I was on vacation, and the first thing on my list was to sleep with a stranger. You fulfilled that wish, and then we ended up having so much fun we just kinda stuck together.”

He watched her become more and more animated when she was trying to tell her story, and that told him that at least she thought she was telling the truth, but he couldn’t be sure.

She grabbed her chest like she had just come to an important realization. “You don’t remember me… do you?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember you at all.”

The nurse and her group of workers came in and escorted the woman who’d just brought him so much pleasure out the door. She still had the look of shock on her face, and it was almost painful to watch. He didn’t know what was going on between him and the beautiful woman, but he was going to find out.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

He didn’t remember her.

Emily “Emmy” Roth couldn’t remember ever being so shocked and surprised in her life. She’d just pulled up her skirt and had an orgasm for a man who didn’t know who in the hell she was. It should have been par with the have sex with a stranger, but for some reason it wasn’t. Did Matt think she was a slut or that she was just a person who liked men in the hospital? It hadn’t taken that long for them to scoot her out the door, but she planned on getting back in there as soon as possible. She wanted nothing more than for him to clear the cobwebs away so that he could be back to the smart, witty, funny man he was before all of this.

Her mind was blown, and she couldn’t do anything with the swirl of emotions that were beating her up inside. She was elated that he was awake, proud that he found her attractive, and humiliated that she’d done such scandalous things with a man who didn’t know her. Well, he did know her, but he didn’t remember knowing her. What must he think of her? Maybe he thought she was a prostitute… but she didn’t take any money. Maybe he thought she was a dumb prostitute. Her mind was going in too many different directions. Her head hurt and she felt like she could have thrown up if there was anything on her stomach, which there wasn’t.

She walked to the lobby and watched all the people going here and there. People who probably had a right to be there. There were rows of chairs, and she figured that she’d sit and wait, but not before she told the woman at the front desk to let her know when she could go back in with Matt.

“Excuse me,” Emmy said to the woman who looked like she was busy with papers and other things.

“Yes, dear.” The woman set aside her papers and gave her full attention to Emmy.

“I was in with Matt Perrier and they are looking at him now. Could you tell me when they are done with him so I can go back?” Emmy was encouraged that the woman had a sunny smile on and she thought that she’d be helpful.

“Are you family?” Katie was the name written on the woman’s badge.

“No, but I was brought in with him, and I’ve been helping take care of him.”

“Oh.” Katie didn’t look like that was something she was familiar with. “Let me talk to the charge nurse and I’ll see what we can do. For now take a seat over there in the waiting room and I’ll get someone to get back to you.”

“Alright, thank you,” Emmy gave her the biggest smile she could muster, but it was probably more like a grimace. This is the reason she never left his room. She’d known the rules of the hospital, but she figured that most of the people just let her stay in there because she had always been there.

The case worker had been in to see her a few times, and she’d talked to him about Matt. She’d talked to him about her plight, and he said that there was no problem with her being there and that he would vouch for her, but she’d not seen him in a good long while. When she looked for him, she’d been told that he had to leave for an emergency and would be back next week. Emmy had wondered what would have happened if they didn’t believe she was who she said she was, but now it looked like she didn’t even have the case manager there to vouch for her. The thought of just walking away from him caused her stomach to knot up and she feared she was going to be sick. Not that anything would have come up because she’d not eaten much of anything. She decided that she would just see how this played out, but there was no way she was going anywhere unless Matt specifically told her to get lost. That would hurt, but the man had saved her life more than once, and she would do as he asked, but she prayed that he’d not ask that of her.

There was too much that had just gone on, and her body felt like it was going to shut down. Who would notice if she just disappeared for a few minutes? She did her best thinking when she was asleep, so maybe the answer would just come to her. Her eyes felt so heavy; it was like there was too much going on inside her brain and it needed to shut down. She’d close them for a quick second, but then she was going to ask the slim dynamo at the front desk what was going on; she needed a little rest so she could put up a fight if she had to.

***

“Hey?” There was a soft female voice talking, and for a second, Emmy wondered if she was home in her bed with one of her brother’s girlfriends trying to wake her up. She sunk back into sleep maybe the person would just go away.

Emmy felt someone shaking her a little and she startled. Squinting up into the bright lights of the hospital lobby, she looked at her watch to see what time it was…nine in the morning. How in the world had she slept that long? Looking at the woman who was standing over her, she now knew why she thought about her brother’s girlfriends, but this woman looked a bit older than they would have been. She almost looked familiar with her pretty blue eyes and light brown hair, but the strange look on this woman’s face threw her off.

“Are you the woman who was helping Matt?” A pretty woman who was probably in her fifties was asking the question, but Emmy’s mouth was so dry that she didn’t think she’d be able to answer so she just nodded.

“I’ll get her a drink of water.” There was the voice of another woman that Emmy hadn’t seen before she talked about the water, but that woman had already walked away by the time she’d straightened up in her chair, but she returned fairly quickly. Emmy knew she had to look as crazy as she sounded gulping down that water, but for some reason, it was like she was dehydrated like never before.

“Thank you,” Emmy said to the pair when she was through. They were both beautiful women, and the looks on their faces seemed like pity. “Yes. I’m the woman who was helping Matt.”

“Well, that’s very nice of you, but now that we’re here we can take over his care. It’s so good to know that strangers will step in to help with there is a disaster.” The older woman said with a thankful look on her face.

“Oh, well, you’re right. There are a lot of people that step in, but I’m Matt’s girlfriend.” Emmy watched the women look at each other in a way that told her a few things one that they didn’t believe her and two they’d heard similar claims before.

“Matt doesn’t really do ‘girlfriends,’” said the beautiful red-haired woman who looked like she’d stepped off the pages of a high-end magazine. “I’ve known him all my life, and although there have been several women who thought they had that title, they were mistaken. He’s more of a fun-for-now type of guy.”

Emmy was about to be dismissed, and it felt like she was Alice and had fallen down the rabbit hole. “Who are you, exactly?” she asked, hoping that these two women weren’t in charge of anything, but she had a feeling she was going to be given the bums rush out of there.

“I’m Matt’s mother, and this is one of his best friends, Candy. They called and told us that he’d been hurt, but his girlfriend was by his side. I was on my way to make sure he was alright and find out who the woman was who was claiming him now.” His mother had a smile on her face, but she didn’t look like she wanted to play any games when her son was involved.

“I know that he doesn’t like to get involved because he is aware of the danger of his job and doesn’t want to leave someone the way you and he were left by his father. We spent time together in Hawaii and ended up here when I had a layover, and then the military was forced to house us, and he made sure I got the medication I needed. I’m not saying we were going to get married but I thought we were going to work on it.”

“We went in to see Matt as soon as we got here and heard all about how helpful you were with him, but when we asked him about you, he didn’t even know your name.” Matt’s friend Candy said, looking at Emmy with a sad expression. The woman probably did this often. Softening the blow to women who got the wrong idea in their head, but that wasn’t the case with her.

“I’d like to talk to him.” Emmy wasn’t going to try to talk to them about this; she could tell they were trying to get her to go.

“We talked to the doctor, and they say he is having some short-term memory loss. He shouldn’t be pushed to remember anything right now. They are hopeful that this won’t last long, so we are hoping that you will just disappear quietly. If he wants to see you he’ll give you a call.” The mother was standing and gave a look to Candy, apparently letting her know they were done here. “Please don’t bother us as we try to get Matt back to his regular self. We know that you did a lot to get him to this point, and we appreciate you sitting with him so he wasn’t alone.”

“If I could just—” Emmy felt like she was being railroaded, but there wasn’t anything she could do. It was enough that they’d let her stay there as long as they had—with her not being family. However, now that his real family had shown up, she was out on her ass.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be. We’ve said thank you and you got whatever you got from playing nursemaid to my son, but it ends here and now.” The woman looked impatient to get back to her son, and Emmy knew the feeling. Candy followed along behind Matt’s mother, and Emmy followed the movements of both of the woman until the door closed silently behind them.

Emmy was exhausted. It probably wasn’t good that she’d gotten released from the hospital and then went straight to Matt’s bedside. She was hungry and tired but it was like her body didn’t want any food until she found out that Matt was going to be alright. Now he was going to be fine, but since he didn’t remember her and his family wanted her to leave them alone, she just sat there in the lobby of the intensive care unit like a used rag… limp, dirty, and discarded.

She’d left a few of her things in the room before she’d gotten kicked out and needed them if she was going to get going. Too tired to figure out her next move, she knew that she needed a good night’s sleep and a hot meal. Standing up from the seat she’d been in for the last few hours, her body felt like she’d been in a fight and in some ways she had been.

Walking over to the woman who sat at the desk, she couldn’t help but notice the look of pity on her face. This wasn’t going well. It wasn’t the same woman who was there earlier either.

“I’m sorry, but is there any way you could get my purse and jacket from Matt Perrier’s room?” If she didn’t need it, she probably would have just let them keep it, but it was all she had in the world right now. She couldn’t even call anyone to get more money without her phone.

“I’ll let you back to get your things.” The woman smiled, and she was grateful that she was allowed to do that, but she didn’t think the family would have appreciated that.

Emmy guessed the nurse didn’t hear the conversation, and it was a bit humiliating, but she was going to have to tell her why she couldn’t go back.

“The family doesn’t want me to see Matt because he has some short-term memory loss and they don’t want me to upset him. Is it possible for you to go back or have someone collect my things?”

The look of pity intensified, and it made Emmy want to sink into the floor, but she stood there with her back straight and her head high. She’d done as much as she was going to be able to do for the moment. They kept being thrown together so maybe something would happen that would make it happen again.

“I’ll call back to the room and see if the family will bring it out.” The woman looked like she didn’t know what to do in this situation, but Emmy couldn’t help her because she had no idea of what to do either.

That wasn’t what she wanted to happen, but she didn’t have a voice here so she’d take what she could get. What she wanted was to see Matt again. She had been there to watch him sleep restlessly—and then restfully—but she’d not been there to see much of him when he woke up.

After a few moments, the door opened, and the beautiful Candy stepped out the door, but she was empty handed.
What? Are they not going to give me the things I came in with?
The look on her face was apologetic and guilt ridden. What else could she possibly go through today? It was like she was stuck in a bad dream or a crazy movie that just got worse and worse.

“I know Marcia can get a bit high-handed when she’s talking about her son. It was only the two of them for a long time, and she’d very leery about new people getting close to Matt.” Candy had on a smile that looked like she really wanted her to understand what everyone was going through, and while she was normally a very understanding, it had been an unusually trying day. No one looked like they were thinking about her. She had been on a pleasure trip with the hottest man she’d ever met who treated her like a love goddess, and now he didn’t even remember who she was… she was going to be kicked out of his life, and it was looking a bit sketchy on whether she was going to get her things returned to her.