“What do you want me to do, baby?” he asked, his fingers slicking through my folds and eliciting a moan mixed with a plea for release. “You want me to remind you how good I can make you feel? I know you love it when I touch you.”
“Yes,” I said, leaning forward to press my lips to his. I wanted him to touch me. To kiss me. Every move he was making with his hand was bringing me that much closer to the edge. He broke our kiss, leaning me back again to move his fingers deeper inside of me—hitting the spot that only he had ever been able to find. “Omigod!” I cried out, not being able to stay quiet a moment longer.
“You love this, don’t you?” his deep, raspy voice fueling my orgasm along with his mouth and hands. I loved every second of it. He was everything I’d ever wanted. “You want me to fuck you?”
“YES!” I screamed out as I felt my insides shatter around his hand. The only thing that would have felt better is if he’d been doing exactly what he’d just asked me if I wanted. The waves of euphoria rippled through my body and when I opened my eyes to look at him, to beg him to take it even further, he was gone.
“Are you all right?” Beau said when I sat up straight up in the bed. My reality was jumbled with my dreams as I turned to look at him. His sleepy eyes as confused as I felt. Had I really just had a sex dream about another man while I was sleeping in my boyfriend’s bed?
I was going to hell. I should probably throw all of my sweaters away.
“Yeah,” I said, swallowing down the dryness in my mouth. “I’m okay.”
“That was crazy,” he said, rubbing his hand down my back, trying to soothe me. “You were screaming out. I thought you were possessed.”
“I was? Screaming out what?” I said, nervously. What if I’d screamed Reid’s name? What if I’d said some of the things I’d dreamt? Oh god.
“Couldn’t understand a damn thing.” He chuckled. He wouldn’t have been laughing if he had any idea what had just happened in my filthy sleeping head.
Yeah. That’s what a real orgasm sounds like.
Yep... going to a special Hell for filthy dream cheaters.
“Was it a bad dream?” he said as I planned my afterlife.
I felt my skin flush hot beneath the surface. “Something like that.” I wasn’t sure what it was, and I wasn’t sure whether I wanted it to never happen again or happen every night for the rest of my life. “It was, um, confusing.”
To say the very least.
Talk about getting kicked in the balls. Seeing Nora with Beau’s arms wrapped around her made me want to vomit. And punch things. And break shit. As in, everything in damn sight.
Even the promise of bedding Tally hadn’t been enough to calm the rage I’d felt. I’d somehow managed to play it cool when he walked over to where we were in the midst of a very heated conversation. It had taken every ounce of self-control I had not to throw him across the bar. I bet he just loved groping her in front of me. He always wanted what was mine and now he probably thought he’d actually beat me.
Little did he know, my wheels were turning. Nora had tried to say that she hadn’t thought about me over the years, but judging by the way her body reacted to me and the jealous way she’d rift me about talking to Tally, she was lying. She wanted to play games and act like we were strangers, but after seeing how well she’d “moved on” I was having a change of heart. Making her see that I, that we, deserved a second chance seemed like a much better plan.
Even if I lost, at least I could say I tried with everything I had. Full throttle. That was how I was going down.
Much to Tally’s dismay, I ended up going home with Hoyt that night to an empty bed. I tossed and turned until the sun came up. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her kissing him. She should have been kissing me. That was my girl in his fucking arms. She could lie to me all she wanted, but I saw it in her eyes. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore.
Could she?