When she turns off her toy, she rolls over and locks eyes with mine. I’m completely bewitched.
“I told you, you’re not broken. You’re the most captivating woman I’ve ever met.” I reach across to brush her short locks behind her ear, holding my hand against her cheek and refusing to break this spell she’s put me under.
I watch as she rises to her knees. “I don’t feel right if this isn’t mutually beneficial.”
Shaking my head, I tell her, “This was about you.”
“Please?” she begs, and the last thread of restraint I had snaps.
My entire body feels deliciously warm as I thrust my hips forward, inciting a moan. Was that my moan? Fuck, it sounded too heavenly to have come from me. My hands glide up the cottony warmth before me, where I find the most perfect handful of skin that spills out of the cotton constraints.
I move my hips once again and am met with the most divine ass grinding straight against my dick. Another beautiful moan slips into a needy whimper as I brush my fingers against the bud of a pebbled nipple.
The whimper turns into a gasp, and the warm, pliant body I was just grinding against turns rigid.
My eyes shoot open. As the sleep clears, it only takes a moment for me to realize where I am—whereweare.
Fuck. I shoot up from the bed.
“I’m so sorry,” I rasp, my voice still laced with sleep.
She pulls the sheets up to cover her breasts that were spilling out of her sleep tank. “No, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. You fell asleep last night while I was rubbing your back, and I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so exhausted when you got back last night. Don’t apologize,” she motions to my erection before continuing, “I know it’s a natural reaction in the morning.”
Holy shit. That was a dream? It felt so fucking real.
I quickly grab a shirt from the dresser and use it to cover my dick which is standing at full attention. Using both hands to cover myself, I nod toward the bathroom door. “I’m going to uh—go take a shower.”
“Yeah, I could use a shower right about now as well,” she agrees.
That halts me in place.
“After you’re done,” she clarifies.
“Right. Of course.” I fucking bow my head forward before dipping the hell out of the room. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Dakota has ruined me with only one dream, and fuck if I wouldn’t give anything to turn that dream into reality.
21
July
“Alright, thank you, Brad. I appreciate your help on this,” I tell the man on the phone before hanging up and looking over my shoulder to be sure no one overheard my conversation.
When I see a flash of movement behind me, I realize I should’ve known someone was eavesdropping. However, I’m not upset when I see Mack peek out from behind the corner of the stairwell.
“So, how much of that conversation did you snoop in on?” I query.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t set out to listen in on your conversation. I was coming to see if you were almost ready to head out for breakfast,” she clarifies.
“It’s fine, sis. I was just talking to Brad Orwell about redoing a room in my house,” I inform her.
“Yeah, I overheard. I also heard that you’re redoing Cadence’s old playroom and converting it into a library. Where did your sudden interest in reading come from?”
I do the thing with my hands that I can’t help doing whenever I’m nervous, clapping them together in front of me. “It’s not so much for my books as it is for Dakota’s,” I say sheepishly.
Mack smiles softly. “I kind of gathered.”
“Do you think it’s stupid? I probably shouldn’t be renovating entire rooms in my house for a temporary roommate.”
