“No, I like my IT work, but I’ve always loved music too.”
His hand shifts and his fingers start to trace a pattern along the underside of my breast. “Would you rather be a musician full time?”
“That’s probably every musician’s dream,” I say, moving my leg so that it’s aligned with one of his and loving the feel of the hair on his body brushing against me, “but that’s usually all it is — just a dream.”
“I think most dreams are doable if you put the hard work in.”
“What about you?” I ask. “Was your dream to be a dancer?”
“Ha, no.” Adrian chuckles in a way that almost makes me regret my question. “And I hope to not be doing it much longer.” His fingers still as he cups my breast in his palm, and I wonder if his movements are intentional or automatic.
“No? What do you want to do?”
The fingers start strumming my chest again, moving closer to my nipple. “Trevor and I have applications in for fire training in Raleigh.”
“For firefighting?”
“Mm-hmm.” His confirmation vibrates on the back of my neck as his thumb gently hardens my nipple. “There can be a long wait, though, and stiff competition for limited jobs all around the state.”
“How long have you wanted to do that?” I ask.
“Since I was a kid. I remember talking about it with Garrett when we were little, actually. The funny thing is if I become a fireman, I’ll make less money than I do at Club Red pretending to be a fireman, but at least I’ll be helping people.”
“That sounds very admirable, but I don’t think you should discount how much pleasure you bring to all of those horned-up women at the club.”
A burst of laughter erupts from him and he immediately stifles it, probably not wanting to disturb Trevor, who’s been quiet ever since he lay down. “Those horned-up women will just have to set their houses on fire if they want to see me,” Adrian whispers in my ear.
As I laugh, his hand glides down over my belly, stopping at the band of my underwear. I snuggle closer to him, even though I didn’t think there was space to be had, and his fingers slip beneath the fabric, tangling in my curls before dipping lower still.
“This has been a fun night,” he murmurs, one of his fingers finding the growing pool of wetness between my legs.
“Mm-hmm.”
His thick fingers lazily play among my folds and it’s surprisingly relaxing even while he stimulates me. I let out a sigh, my body heavy on the mattress, and I start to drift off, so it’s almost like a dream when he strums over my clit and brings me to an orgasm even as I’m only half awake. I come with a nearly-silent gasp, my body stiffening in his arms, my toes stretching then curling, my body pressing against the length of his body. He cups my pussy as I shudder with aftershocks, and then surprises me with a gentle kiss on my cheek. Or do I only dream that part?
21
Adrian
I’m dreaming that I’m about to go on stage for the fireman number. The other men and I march out in our heavy gear, but the siren that always cuts off when we enter, just keeps blaring. I look back to the wings, trying to find someone who can make it stop, but the fog is too thick to see anything.
Then I realize I’m not on stage. I’m in Autumn’s bed, and it’s the clock on her nightstand that’s buzzing. My arm is still snug around her middle, so I release her, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. She’s deep asleep, but eventually rouses and stretches her arm out to mute the alarm.
“Feels like I just fell asleep,” she says in a thick voice as she turns her head away from me.
“Yeah.” We were up way too late, but I slept deeply and feel fairly rested, considering we were only asleep for a short time. It was nice having someone to hold onto through the night.
Autumn sits up, the beautiful curve of her back drawing my eye. Her hair is messy, and when she turns my way, her heavy-lidded eyes give her a look of vulnerability that stirs something in me. “I need to get a shower,” she says. “Need to get to work.”
Though I’d enjoy more time in this soft bed that smells of her skin, I slide my legs over the edge and stand. “We’ll get going.” I nudge Trevor, who somehow slept through the loud alarm.
“That’s okay,” she says, crossing her arm over her bare chest. “You don’t have to rush.”
“We’ll go. We don’t want to hold you up.” Once I see that Trevor is awake enough not to fall back asleep, I go around to the other side of the bed to sit and wait for Autumn, who’s pulling clothes from her closet. When she has her things collected and is on her way out to the bathroom, I stop her, pulling her into a hug.
I feel the need to say something, but I don’t know what’s appropriate for this odd situation that was probably a one-time thing. “Will you come to the club again?” I ask when nothing better comes to mind.
“I don’t know … probably … sometime after my gig at Rusty’s, though. I need to practice tonight.”