Chapter One
Tyler Thomas was in a pretty good mood. He was driving home from a party where he’d had a very good time. The party was for his boss, mentor, and best friend, Derek Moore, and his wife, Dottie. They had been married for several months, and tonight there had been a baby shower for the couple at the kink club Tyler, Derek, and several others owned.
Tyler had always thought a baby shower would be boring, but add in the fact that it was held at a kink club, and a good time was had by all. No pin the tail on the donkey at this party, instead there was spank the sub until she (or he) comes, then there was the kink version of “what is it?”, where a sub was blindfolded and had to tell what instrument of pain was being used on their ass, genitals, or, if a woman, chest. And there were several more games that were played.
Tyler had had some misgivings about going to the party at first, but he had never been to a baby shower before and had really wanted to be there for his friend. He and Derek went a long way back. He was glad he had gone.
Tyler wasn’t the type you would normally see at a baby shower, and if someone was to meet him on the street they would not think he was Secret Service either. He was a typical bad boy. Long blond hair, which he wore in a braid down his back. Scruffy beard and tattoos completed his bad-boy look. The only thing that was out of place was his soft brown eyes, which could melt a girl’s heart. His look was not regulation, but he didn’t stand out in a crowd like most of the Secret Service did and the look worked for him.
Tyler, Derek, and some friends had started The Mix, a BDSM club, a few years back so that they would all have something to do when they retired. Derek was on that path. Tyler had taken over many of the duties of the team leader since Derek had gotten married and Derek was spending more time in the office. Tyler was missing what Derek had, a wife and a baby on the way. Derek owned property with horses and was starting his family. Tyler was a few years younger than Derek, but he still wanted the same things.
Driving home from the party, he wished he had taken his bike. The night was beautiful, warm, and quiet, perfect for a motorcycle ride. He hated being trapped in his truck in this weather. Driving along and listening to the radio, he thought about what Derek had and how he wanted it, when he saw something in the road.
It looked like a body. Slowing down, he pulled to the side of the road and grabbed his gun from the glove compartment. Looking around, he saw nothing out of place, except for the body in the road. Dialing 911 on his phone, he grabbed a blanket and his first aid kit and went to check it ou
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The body in the road was naked and it was a very attractive young woman. He didn’t see any injuries but didn’t want to move her just in case. He covered her with the blanket and sat to wait for help. He felt helpless just sitting there but knew that moving her was not a good idea. He wondered how she got in this predicament. It was late, very late at night, three am, and there were no bars or anything in this area. That someone must have dumped her here, or that she had run away from someone, were the only conclusions he could come to.
Where were the emergency people? It seemed like it had been several minutes since he called. Grabbing his phone, he called again. The operator assured him they were on the way.
He noticed a slight movement under the blanket and got on his knees to look over into the girl’s face. Her eyes fluttered and opened. Groaning, she looked around and asked, “Where am I, who are you, what’s going on?”
“My name’s Tyler. You’re lying on the road and it’s the middle of the night. Can you tell me your name or how you got here?”
The girl just looked at him. “My name is…I should know this, but I can’t remember, I…I don’t know, why can’t I remember?” She started crying. Sitting up, she groaned again.
“Try not to move, we don’t know if you’re hurt or not. I’ve called for help and they are on their way.” Taking off his jacket, he slipped it around her shoulders, noticing that her back was a mass of welts and broken skin. Careful not to touch her, he pulled the blanket closer around her, listening for the sound of help.
Hearing the sirens, he relaxed a little, knowing help was close. He talked soothingly to her, trying to calm her down, and not asking any more questions. It was obvious she was suffering some memory loss.
The paramedics arrived and quickly took over, hustling her into the ambulance and effectively dismissing him. When he asked where they were taking her, he was told the standard reply —if he wasn’t family, it was confidential information.
Tyler got in his truck and started towards his condo. The closer he got to home, the more bothered he was. Parking his truck, he ran in the house. Reaching into his jacket pocket for his cell phone, he remembered he had put the jacket on the girl.
He had two choices— he could either cancel his phone and get a new one, or head for the hospital and hope his jacket and phone were there. The bonus would be he would get to see the girl again.
Heading for the hospital nearest where he found her, he hoped that was where they had taken her. If not, he would call his friend Dillon. He worked with Dillon on the same Secret Service team. Dillon was the team’s computer expert and could figure anything out.
When he arrived at the hospital he explained what he needed to the clerk and sat to wait. While he was waiting, he thought about the girl. She looked young, around her early twenties. While he was waiting for the ambulance, Tyler noticed that in the headlights from the truck, her hair, though matted and dirty, appeared to be the color of the sun and when clean and brushed, would hang in soft waves down the middle of her back. When she opened her eyes, they were the color of the evening sky at dusk, a purplish blue. Her mouth was perfect and he could imagine it wrapped around his cock while he got lost in those eyes.
Lost in his imagination, he was startled when he heard his name called. The nurse that was standing there had his phone and his jacket.
“Mr. Thomas, are these the things you were looking for?”
Tyler walked quickly up to her and took his things. “How is she?” he asked after thanking the woman.
Tyler was an attractive man in a bad boy way, and most women were not immune to his charms, this one included. With a slight giggle, she asked, “Would you like to see her? She’s awake, but doesn’t remember much.”
“That would be great.” Tyler followed the woman, turning on the charm.