“I don’t really know what’s going on. But I know it’s sexual and I make love to three men. They all touch me and take me, their hands all over me,” my breath stutters out of me as I remember their touch.
He eyes me warily. “Do you know who these men are? Have you seen their faces.”
I shake my head and glance away. “I don’t know. I feel like I know at least two of them but I don’t know where from.”
His big hand curls around my cheek softly, possessively and I have to remind myself again. Just fucking friends. That’s all we are.
“Is that all that’s in the dream?”he asks me, his eyes searching mine ruthlessly.
My mouth drops open. “That’s not enough?”
He chuckles and it’s a low, rough sound that sparks that pull in my belly again. “So you had a dirty dream. It’s been six years since Chris died. Have you been with anyone since?”
I shake my head. “No. I felt like I was dead most of the time.” Except lately…with him.
“Right. Well, the human body is a wondrous thing. And it sounds like you’re finally working through your grief and waking up to the life you still have left to live. That you want to start over.”
I shake my head wildly this time, my dark hair flying, strands of it catching his skin.
He grunts and then seems to adjust himself somehow. His features harden. “It would be nice if you recognized if these men are real. If you know them personally?”
I look away, my face heating as I picture dark eyes that look so much like the ones staring at me right now. “I didn’t recognize any of them. At all. Just total strangers, I guess.” My voice comes out breathy and soft.
He eyes me uncertainly and then his mouth tilts up in a smirk. “Really, baby girl? You don’t recognize any of these men?”
“No,” I insist but my cheeks flare like a damn traffic cone while he stands there.
“Uh-huh. Is there anything else about these dreams that you remember?”
I flush and sink my teeth into my bottom lip, worrying it. His fingers reach up and tug my bottom lip free from my teeth. Instantly, that fiery heat coils up in my belly like a fire that hasn’t been properly put out.
“Stop that before I spank your ass for hurting your poor lip.”
That sparks a pounding in my clit and my body throbs with hunger.
“There’s something else. Tell me what it is.”
I glance down at the floor, ashamed of whatever need is fueling my lust-filled dreams. “People are watching. I can’t see them because I’m blindfolded but I know they’re there. I can feel their eyes on me. And I like it. I like it a lot,” I whisper, my face flaming.
My best friend recoils, his mouth dropping open, shocked. “Did you, my pet? Did you like to know other people were watching you? What was happening? Were you being fucked?”
I nod my head up and down slowly. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
But Micah’s face brightens and he smirks wildly at me. “You’re sure you liked it? That you wanted that to happen?”
I can feel the rush of hunger and the way my juices ran down my legs while the three men took turns using me for their pleasure. Which made my pleasure all the sweeter.
“Yeah. I loved it. It turned me on really bad.”
“Interesting,” he hums. But then he steps away from me and walks to the door, turning back to eye me with a gleam in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.
“Don’t make me wait too long, princess. I think we should go out tonight and watch a movie. I know we usually stay in but I want to show off my gorgeous buddy.”
And then he stalks out of the room and I lean my head back into the wall, closing my eyes and thumping my head on the wall.
What the hell is going on with me? I could swear that I was attracted to my best friend. But that can’t be the case. I’ve never had feelings like that for Micah and we’ve known each other forever. Ever since I moved in across the hall from him with Chris.
Guilt tugs at my belly, pushing out all the other thoughts running through my mind.