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Stone Evans strode down the long white corridor wishing he could be anywhere else but here in this hospital. The smells, the people, the sounds—all brought him back to three years ago where he watched his daughter die at the age of twenty-two. Too young. Too unexpected. And clinging to him far longer than was healthy.
He licked his lips, his tongue thirsting for the taste of whiskey, but he swallowed back the aching need.
Not now. Soon.
The room he wanted came into view on the right and he stopped to hover just outside.
The nurse, a plain-looking redhead with enormous tits, spotted him. “Can I help you?”
Stone cleared his throat. “Harry asked to see me.”
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Goldin is resting at the—”
“Show him in,” an old voice croaked.
Harry had been married to Stone’s mother three husbands ago, and he hadn’t seen the old guy for several years. What he could possibly want—by all accounts on his deathbed—Stone had no clue.
A weak hand waved to him. “Come in, Stone. Good to see you again.”
“Not too long,” the nurse admonished softly and gave Stone’s arm an affectionate squeeze.
Stone ignored her and pulled a chair up to the bed. He looked down at the frail man he had loved at one time. “It’s been a long time, Harry.”
“Yes, yes, it has.” The old man coughed and brought a handkerchief to his mouth. When the minute-long fit subsided, the watery eyes narrowed his way. “You look like shit, Stone.”
“Feel like shit, too.”
“I was very sorry to hear about Allie.”
“Yeah,” Stone said brusquely, inviting no further discussion about his daughter. “You asked to see me?”
“I need your help finding someone.”
Stone shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I’m not doing any investigating anymore, Harry.” Actually, he wasn’t doing much of anything anymore.
“You’re the only one I trust with this,” Harry replied, his tone suggesting he would broke no excuses. A gnarled hand slipped beneath the sheet and pulled out a wrinkled black and white photo.
Stone took the photo and inhaled sharply.
Jesus Christ, it’s her.
It was this face—this woman—who had haunted his dreams his entire life. A nightly occurrence that bombarded his senses with erotic fantasies that never failed to wake him gasping in the throes of orgasm.
But it couldn’t be.
The beautiful blonde beauty who posed on the hood of an old-fashioned Ford in a one-piece bathing suit and a gorgeous red smile was from another era. From the 20’s or 30’s if Stone had to guess.
He flipped it over. Someone had written Sophia Rand – August 15, 1935.
“Who is she?”
“The love of my life, Stone. My God, she’s something special. I have to see her one more time before I die and I need you to make that happen.”
“She’s still alive?” If so, the woman had to be in her late nineties. Or older.
Harry nodded and pulled another item from his blanket. This one, a recent newspaper article from some highbrow gala in California. “Here is a picture of her today.”
Stone took the paper and raised his eyebrows. “I’m not sure I understand, Harry.” The woman in the clipping looked very similar to the photo. Same face, same age. The only difference was a more modern style to her hair and clothing.
“It’s her,” Harry insisted. “It’s Sophia.”
“But this article was written just a few days ago.”
Stone stood and threw the clipping on the bed. “Come on, Harry. Do you really want me to believe that the girl in the photo and in this article is the same person?”
“I think I know how, but it’s a long story.”
Stone sat back down. The whiskey could wait. “Where did you meet her?”
“Settle back, son, and let me tell you all I know about The Gentlemen’s Ranch.”
Stone stopped his brisk pace down the hall, his mind whirling with his conversation with Harry.
The redheaded nurse beckoned to him from an empty hospital room, curling her finger seductively.
Stone’s cock twitched in his pants. Once again, the whiskey could wait.
The amorous nurse grabbed his hand as he approached and pulled him inside. “I’m Shelly,” she purred.
He kicked the door shut behind him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
That a girl. No sense engaging in small talk and pretending we’re here for anything else.
She pressed her face to his. Wet, sloppy lips sucked at his mouth and he had to force himself to kiss her back. When he could stand it no longer, he spun her around and bent her over the bed.
She squealed in delight and wriggled her ass at him so he gave it a good spank.
“Oh, I like it rough,” she murmured.
That I can do.
Grabbing her scrubs on both sides of her hips, he yanked them down around her ankles. Next came her panties.
“Get up on your knees,” he ordered breathlessly, his mind still full of the images Harry had told him about The Gentlemen’s Ranch.
The redhead got up on all fours as he struggled with his zipper and pulled himself free.
He spanked her again. “Higher.”
She immediately bent down with her cheek on the bed and spread her legs, giving him full access.
A glistening red snatch drew a growl from his lips and he pushed a finger inside of her. Then two.
The nurse moaned and pressed back against him, demanding more. “That’s it. Fuck me, Scott! Fuck me hard.”
Stone didn’t bother to correct her.
Still fingering her, he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket with his free hand and extracted the condom inside with his teeth. Since this obviously wasn’t the nurse’s first rodeo, there was no way he was going bareback.
It took some maneuvering, but he finally got the condom rolled on one-handed. She whimpered when he pulled his fingers out. He spanked her for it.
Rocking his hips forward, he slammed into her, forgetting all about Harry Goldin and beautiful blonde-haired women who didn’t age.
The nurse reached back to cup his balls in her hand and heat flooded into his groin and spread down his legs. It also sent his orgasm rushing forth much sooner than he intended.
So be it.
He squeezed her hips and rammed into her over and over, burying himself deep, spilling into her with ragged, pulsating tremors.
With a satisfied grunt, he collapsed over her, but felt a twang of regret that the nurse hadn’t had time to get off. Never one to leave a woman out to dry, he reached his hand around and dug out her swollen little clit. He rolled it between his thumb and finger and her body trembled beneath him.
“Yes! Oh, yes!”
His sheathed cock grew hard again. He slid his finger down and started a slow, rhythmic penetration with his finger and cock moving in tandem inside her pussy to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible.
Fortunately for him, it didn’t take long. Within seconds it was over.
Stone unceremoniously pulled out of her and she fell onto the bed. Turning his back on her, he went into the bathroom to clean up and discard the condom.
When he walked back into the room, he was surprised to find her still lying on her stomach with her scrubs around her ankles.
She looked back over her shoulder with a smile on her face. “That was amazing. How about another round?”
Stone finished buttoning his pants and strode to the door. “Maybe another time. Call me.”
She shouted something about not having his number, but he couldn’t hear all the words.
He kept walking.