But now I understood why he wanted to give up on Kate. Handing your heart over to someone who could stomp on it was no easy feat. I’d vowed that I would never do it again after my last two disastrous attempts. It didn't matter how much I loved talking to Amelia. It didn't matter how much I longed to see her. It didn't matter how much I wished I could have with Amelia what Sam had with Kate. It wasn't going to happen. I wouldn't let it happen. It should be easy to move on since we lived on opposite sides of the country. We both had careers to focus on to distract ourselves. I imagined she was doing just that. But here I was, sitting in the dark, drinking and thinking of her.
I downed the last of my whiskey after switching to it because I finished the scotch yesterday. I savored the burn sliding down my throat, waiting for it to numb the crazy emotions I was feeling. Of course, it didn't work. Alcohol never worked to fix an emotional problem.
I rose and went inside, rinsing my glass and putting it in the dishwasher. Tomorrow would be my last day here in the Hamptons. I had done my duty for the community, the detectives, and for the club. I'd worn a wire and interviewed Allison. At first, she remained stoic, denying any knowledge of her cousin's activities. I was sure the police weren't happy with me, but I told her flat out that she was on the verge of being fired and possibly arrested. At that moment, she crumbled, weeping as the stress of her situation overcame her.
It turned out that her cousin's drug activities were helping support Allison's mother and younger brother. The cousin had told her that if she didn't look the other way while he did business in the club, her mother would be left destitute since she was currently out of work, and her teenage brother would be arrested for selling drugs, something she hadn't known he was doing. I wanted to point out that if her brother got in trouble, the cousin would too since he was the one who enlisted her brother. But at that point, it didn’t matter. She’d been afraid for her family. I’d do anything for my family, so I couldn’t blame her.
I didn't have time to confer with Sam, but I figured he'd be on board with the decision I made, which was to assist Allison and her family as much as we could. Allison would stay employed, but she’d need to regain our trust. Once she did, we would talk to her about relocating with her family to California where she could run the club there as we’d tentatively planned.
The woman practically dropped to her knees to thank me. It was a reminder to me of how lucky I had been growing up. My parents were successful financially and gave an abundance of love and support to me and Sam and Vivie. I believed that given a second chance, Allison could pull her life together, so I was willing to help her.
Tomorrow, I would stop by the club again and make sure everything was back to normal and then head back to Manhattan. I would spend the next couple of days checking in with the other clubs as well as preparing for Christmas and my quick trip out to Las Vegas.
It was right around midnight when I finally went to bed. I was mentally exhausted even with the alcohol sloshing around in my brain. Sleep swallowed me whole when my head hit the pillow.
Amelia showed up right on cue. She sauntered into my dream, the one place I could be true to me and my feelings.
“You look tense,” she said, stripping off her robe as she walked toward me, naked, my dick at full salute as I lay on the bed.
“Do I?” I stroked my dick, loving how her eyes flared with heat as she watched me touch myself.
“I can help you with that.”
“I’d love it if you did.”
She straddled my legs, leaned over, and sucked my cock deep into her mouth.
“Jesus fuck.” My hips bucked up as I cried out at the wash of pleasure flooding my body.
“Mmm.” Her moan vibrated through my body. When I popped out of her mouth, I nearly grabbed her, begging her not to stop. But she moved up my body, positioning that sweet, tight pussy over my cock. Her eyes were seductive as she lowered down.
“So fucking good.” I gripped her thighs as she settled over me. My dick had never been so happy than when it was buried inside Amelia. “Ride me.”
She smiled, tossing her head so that her wild hair flowed down her back. My hands went to her tits, squeezing and pinching as she rocked over me.
“Are you getting enough friction, baby?” I wanted to come, but more than that, I wanted her to be enjoying the ride as well.
She leaned forward, resting her hands on my chest. “Yes.” She rode faster, her tits bouncing, her cheeks flushed as she chased her pleasure. I could live right here forever with Amelia blissed out, riding my cock.
She cried out, and her pussy tightened around me.
“Fuck.” I levered up in bed, shooting cum all over my sheets and chest. I collapsed back, letting the orgasm and the dream fade away. Once Amelia and I got our annulment, dreams would be all I had. I hoped they didn’t fade over time. Orgasms from dreaming about Amelia were so much better than with a woman, except, of course, Amelia herself.
Back in Manhattan, my life returned to normal except for the nightly visits Amelia made to my dreams. As the days until my trip to Las Vegas ticked closer, my eagerness and excitement to see her grew even as I actively tried to tamp them down.
Today, I visited the clubs in the city, making sure there were no drug deals and checking that we were ready for the holidays. When I finished, I headed over to my parents’ house for dinner. We were all excited for Sam’s reconciliation with Kate, even as my mom was sad that he was going to miss Christmas with the family in New York.
"We can hardly blame him for not wanting to bring Kate here for Christmas," Vivie said from her seat at the dinner table. "Thanksgiving didn't go so well."
"That's an understatement," I said.
"The important thing is they are together now. It's usually the case that the harder you have to work for something, the sweeter the reward." My mom looked at my dad with a sappy smile. My father returned it, extending his hand, which she took and squeezed.
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, please." Vivie shook her head. "You guys never fight. Everything between you has always been easy."
"That isn't true," my dad said. "In fact, your our story isn’t that different from Sam and Kate’s."