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Lisbeth laughed as she straddled his body. “That can be arranged. Cowboy.” The last word turned into a moan as she sank down on him.
Stieg panted and fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to see his cock being swallowed by her pussy. Nothing prepared him for how good it would feel. “You feel amazing. So wet.” He had to distract himself and focused on her tits bouncing as she began to move on him. He reached up and began to twist her nipples as she fell into a fast rhythm. “This won’t take long, Lisbeth.” He raised his hips to meet her as she pushed herself down. She reached between them and began to stroke her clit. It was the sexiest thing he’d seen. He knew he couldn’t stop his orgasm.
“Fuck!” He arched just as her pussy pulsed and constricted on his cock. Her little cries of completion pushed him higher as his orgasm shook him. He grabbed her waist arching, shooting deep inside her warm pussy. She slowly lowered her body to lay on him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He kissed the top of her head over and over and ran his fingertips down her back and over the globes of her ass. They were panting, both trembling from their climax.
“You know I love it when you come so hard you shout the word fuck. It turns me on. It would’ve been fun this time if you shouted ‘yeehaw’ instead.”
He laughed at her, rolling them to their sides. “Ride ‘em cowboy.” He had to kiss her. Had to. He knew he loved her. Hell, he’d loved others before, but this was different. He couldn’t get enough of her. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. He broke the kiss with little kisses, loving the sound of their lips meeting. He kissed her forehead as he continued to hold her to his chest. “I love you so much, Lisbeth. God, how I love you.”
“Stieg.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “If you love me, please find me.” Her voice broke as she grasped his shoulders. “I miss you. I need you. I hurt so much.” She began to fade away. He grabbed her tighter to him, but she was slipping away like sand through his fingers.
“Lisbeth!” His panic overrode everything else. “Lisbeth!” She was nothing more than a shadow, more gray and black as color faded from her body. “Don’t leave me! Jesus, no!” He felt his arms being held down, so he was unable to grab hold of her. His body began to shake, harder and harder.
“Stieg! Stieg, wake up and stop fighting!”
Stieg sat up swinging, covered in sweat, chest heaving for air. He kicked the covers off his body fighting to stand. In his urgency, he nearly ripped the sheets off the bed.
“Jesus, man! You need to calm down.” Jonas grabbed him by the shoulders to steady him. “You’ve had nightmares before, but this one was over the top.” Jonas let go and reached over to turn on the lamp by the bed. Soft light filled the room, bringing Stieg back to reality.
Stieg fought the nausea and intense pain of loss. “I lost her, Jonas. I could feel her in my arms, could smell her, taste her when I kissed her. I could feel her riding me, her release. Then she literally faded away, leaving me.” Stieg sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing the center of his chest. Trying to ease the pain that echoed there.
“What, no smartass comments?” He could feel the tears start and dropped his head to hide them. The last thing he needed was salt in his wound. He covered his face with his hands, trying to control his emotions.
“I know I tried to make light of it before, but I can tell you’re hurting. It’s getting more real for you, and I see how much it affects you. I’m guilty of being lots of things my friend, but I’m not a total ass.” Stieg gave a humorless chuckle and dropped his hands to dangle between his legs. “Okay, I’m an ass, but even I can tell when my best friend is really hurting.”
Jonas sat down beside him and sighed. “Listen, we need to check out some social media sites, you know? You said her name was Lisbeth. That’s not a common name, let’s see if we can find her.”
“I’ve looked, but I’m not sure of her last name. I know she’s American with blue eyes and dark hair. I know she has family roots in Germany. What I can’t tell you is how I know that. I’ve never met her.” He stood running his hands through his hair before slamming his fist into his thigh. “Damn. I’ve never met her, Jonas, but I know personal things about her. I know she likes cinnamon rolls, her coffee light with no sugar, I know where she’s ticklish. Hell, I know how just how to touch her to make her lose control.” He put his hands on his hips and looked down. Just at the top of his sleep pants, he saw something. Frowning he pushed the top of his pants down.
“Now wait a minute, I know you’re crazy upset, and I’m your best friend, but don’t go flashing me your junk.”
“Shut up, Jonas. Look at this. Is this what I think it is?” Jonas flipped on the overhead light and came to stand in front of him, looking at his left hip. Stieg held the waistband of his pants down, hoping it would hide the shaking of his hands.
“Holy fuck, man. When did you get a tattoo?” Jonas’s face went pale as he dropped on his knee to get a better look.
Stieg closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to keep from passing out. “Jonas, I know what it says, ‘Meine ewig liebe Lisbeth.’ I remember getting it in Hamburg, but I know I never got a tattoo. But I got it with her when she got one on her left shoulder blade. What the bloody fuck is going on? I need to find her. I know she needs me and it’s driving me crazy.”
“No shit, man. But you got this trip coming up to push your new movie release. You’ll be halfway across the world. You need to get this settled. And you need to do something about Inga.”
“I can’t take her mess. I don’t know why she thinks we’re ‘a thing.’ I can’t stand her whining.” He pulled his pants back into place and began to pace as Jonas stood up.
“That might solve your problem though. Getting away from Inga should be a break for you, but she’s obsessed. Well, one thing’s for sure. If she sees that tattoo, she’s going to shit. Even
with a tattoo that says ‘my forever love Lisbeth’ you might not get rid of her.”
“She’s never getting close enough to my dick to see that tattoo. I’m tired of dealing with her drama. I want to find Lisbeth—no, I need to find her, Jonas. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t know if she’ll even know who I am.”
“You’re fucking kidding, right? Everyone knows who you are. She’s probably out there with a strange tattoo and thinks that you’d not know her, and you’d think she was crazy as fuck if she approached you. You’re famous. She’s not.” Jonas moved to the bed to sit down. “Let’s face it, all you need to do is go on television and make a plea for her to contact you or some shit like that.”
“You know what I meant about her not knowing who I am. And do you know how many crackpots would try contact or find me if I did that? I can’t go through that. I have resources, and I’m going to use them. These last few weeks have played hell, and I’m going to put an end to our suffering.” Stieg moved to the nightstand and grabbed his cell. “We leave in a few hours. I’m going to pack and shower. I have a long flight to the United States for the sci-fi convention.”
“You know that Inga probably thinks she’s going with you as your guest. Flying first class and staying in the finest suite. She probably plans on getting married in Vegas.” Jonas stood and stretched before walking to the door. “I’ll go make coffee since you’re staying up. I’ll check around for a reliable private investigator. We know her name is Lisbeth, obviously. And you know what she looks like. Maybe we can have a sketch artist work with you. I’ll help you find her, Stieg.”
Chapter Four
Lisbeth sat at a table, but she felt like a science experiment under a microscope. A blood pressure cuff was on her arm, a band around her chest, and electromagnetic leads came off her head like tentacles from an octopus. Everything was attached to different laptops that had cords attached to another laptop that sat in front of Dr. Lackney where she was typing … something.
Captain Amsted and Dr. Kensington were in the corner talking. It was still hard to believe they shared a wife and seemed fine with it. Both struck her as take-charge type of men. Alpha-males, as some called it. In any case, sharing a woman seemed out of character at least for Captain Amsted. But then again, they both loved their wife. If they loved their wife as much as she loved Stieg, she could understand why they’d not make her choose who she would spend the rest of her life with and who she’d give up.
