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“Aiden,” I called out. Of course, I was seeing Aiden. He was a part of my intimate memories. And since I was reliving them, all of them replayed, reimagined, and intertwined, it was only natural that he should appear and reclaim his place among them.

“Aiden,” I called again.

He looked around, baffled.

I drew the curtains and pulled open the window. “Over here,” I said and waived.

I only realized I was naked once I saw the surprise on his face. I looked down and saw my exposed breasts, my nipples hard from the cool afternoon air.

I didn’t blush or cover myself. Instead, I smiled cheerfully and waved Aiden over again. “Over here, Aiden.” Come take my firm breasts and hardened nipples in your mouth, Aiden. Come take my wet pussy with your exploring fingers.

He ran over to me. “Ruby! What’s going on? Are you okay?”

I leaned out the window, wrapped my arms around his neck, and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. “Aiden, I’m so happy to see you.”

He beamed. “I’m happy to see you too. I heard you’d been attacked. I caught the first flight over.”

His voice sounded so crisp and clear it was as if I wasn’t dreaming anymore but had woken to another dream, just as sensual but even more vivid still. “Of course you did,” I said. I pushed the window fully open. “You must come in.”

He looked confused and pointed over his shoulder at my home. “I thought that was your house.”

Aiden looked adorable when he was confused. I kissed him again and said, “That is my house.” I pointed over my shoulder. “This one is Lincoln’s. Come inside.” I stepped back to give him the space to enter.

“Through the window?” he said. “And who’s Lincoln?”

I laughed. ‘Dreams are funny,’ I said to myself. I put my hand on his cheek and stepped back, letting my fingertips linger on his chiseled jaw before slipping away.

Aiden hopped onto the windowsill then swung his legs over and stepped into the room. I threw my arms around him. “Aiden, it’s so good to see you.” I set a foot on the windowsill, straddled him, and kissed him—his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, his neck.

He cupped my ass with a firm hand then slid it down over my leg pressing me closer to him still. “Damn, this is quite a welcome,” he said and returned my kisses with passionate ones of his own.

“Well, you made quite the entrance,” I replied. “And you couldn’t possibly have timed it any better.”

23

Aiden

Life has a way of imposing its will on even the most stubborn of its participants. When Ruby and I first started going out, I’d brushed off her suggestions that I should visit Wyoming with her. “Why would I want to leave the big city for Wyoming? What would I possibly do there?”

When she’d gone back on her own, I had pleaded for her to return. Never did I think that I would be the one to get on the plane and make the trip halfway across the country. But when I phoned her and some guy named Wyatt answered saying he didn’t know where Ruby was, I feared the worst and started calling up every hospital in the area.

It was the fourth hospital I’d called that told me Ruby-Rose Davis had been admitted following some kind of home invasion attack. I immediately hailed a cab to take me to the airport, bought a plane ticket, boarded, and was off.

Of all the possible scenarios I’d find upon arriving in her quaint hometown of Magnolia, I’ll admit that Ruby greeting me at the window, gorgeous and naked and showering me with kisses, was one of the more frequent ones I’d imagined. However, my over-active imagination failed to predict that she would be at the neighbor’s window. And that she wouldn’t be alone. In fact, she would be with not one guy, but two, and neither of them was named Wyatt.

I made it to the hospital just outside Magnolia. They told me she’d been discharged but offered no other information on her condition. I arrived at Ruby’s home full of anxiety. What happened to her? Is she all right? Who attacked her, and why?

When she called out to me from the neighbors’ home, naked and smiling, this only stirred up new questions to confound me.

“Ruby, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

In response, she smiled, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me with a fervor unmatched even by that of my dreams.

“I came over as soon as I heard you’d been attacked.”

“Of course you did,” she said, her eyes half-closed still shrugging off the sleep she’d apparently just woken from.

She invited me to climb in through the window. As odd as the request was, I didn’t need her to make it twice. No sooner had I entered the stranger’s home than she threw herself onto me, wrapping her leg around me and grinding her crotch against mine in rhythm to her hungry kisses.


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