Unexpected Dreams: Dream Series, Book 4

by Isabelle Peterson

  “And Elizabeth is okay? Really?”

  “She is. She really is. Sucks that she lives on the other side of the world now, but that’s for me.”

  “Well,” she said looking at her watch, “Jim said he’d be back around lunch time, so…yeah.”

  Good timing too: Tanner’s game was going to air in about a half an hour.

  CHAPTER 42

  The next week was long and grueling. Having missed a whole week with my impromptu extended stay out east, I had a lot of catching up to do. But immersing myself in work was what I did best. I’d done it for years.

  Tanner had a game on Sunday, then was off for nine days, and was coming back to Napa to resume his house search. We texted—and sexted—often. A couple of times he even got me to go on Skype so we could video chat, and it was really nice to be able to see him. The problem with Skyping, was that I was so distracted with my own image on the screen, trying to make sure I didn’t look like a total idiot, that I wasn’t able to fully appreciate what Tanner was doing.

  His flight was due in on Monday around three. I told him I would make reservations for a nice place to eat, and pick him up at seven. As much as I was practically desperate to see him before then, I was looking forward to making a proper date out of us going out to dinner. Yeah, I’m totally… ‘dick-whipped’?

  I picked Tanner up at seven for our date… the date I’d promised when I texted him two weeks ago when I was walking through Central Park on my way to Phoebe’s birthday dinner. I parked my car in the driveway and my palms were sweaty and my heart was racing. I took several breaths to calm my nerves—it didn’t work. On shaky legs, I walked to the door and rang the bell. Why did he make me feel like such a teenager? Although I had to admit, it was exhilarating.

  When Tanner opened the door, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through with the public dinner anymore. I wanted to push him back into his rented house, shove him up against the wall, work our way to his bedroom, then fall into bed and never leave. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen him in a suit before. I had, after the 9/11 service. Somehow knowing he’d dressed for me, was an insane turn on.

  I’d only told him that where we were going to dinner was a jacket-required kind of place. He nailed it. He wore a dark grey suit, with a blue shirt and a light and dark blue diagonal-striped tie. The way his jacket snugged his shoulders and chest had my dick straining to get out and take a look of its own. Tanner’s hair wasn’t the soft floppy mop-style that I was used to, but was styled a little more elegantly. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. It was just different, but this way I definitely wouldn’t be tempted to run my fingers through his hair.

  As I finished my appraisal and settled my eyes on his face, I noticed he was full on smirking. “You done?”

  “No,” I replied. “I need another minute. Could you turn around please?”

  Slowly Tanner turned and I again admired how his suit stretched across his back. When his back was fully facing me, he lifted the back of his jacket and shook his ass at me. But holy hell what those pants did for his ass! Or was it that his ass made the pants look good? Either way, the effect was powerful.

  He finished his rotation and I made no secret about adjusting myself as my cock had grown uncomfortably hard. Knowing what all was under the fine fabric, made the package that much sweeter. But as much as I wanted to rip that suit off of him, I had promised him dinner. And I was a man of my word.

  “You’ll have to excuse me,” I said. He cocked a curious brow, and I continued. “I want to kiss you, but I’m afraid if I do, we’ll never make it to dinner.”

  He laughed and my dick grew even harder.

  “Okay,” I squeaked. “Let’s go.”

  The drive to Tra Vigne, my favorite high-end restaurant in town, was a difficult one, even though it wasn’t very long. Tanner realized my nervousness and did his best with talking to distract me, talking about the flight and the annoying woman who sat next to him, who shamelessly attempted to hook him up with her daughter.

  We arrived at the restaurant and I thought about opening Tanner’s car door for him the way he had for me up at The Cape, but he was already out of the car and waiting for me before I could make the move.

  I got out and met up with him, slipping on my suit coat that I had removed to drive.

  “A shame to cover all that up, but you do rock a suit.” His words had my blood all rushing back to my dick. So much for all his normal chat on the car ride over.

  I led us inside, and we were greeted by Marissa, the hostess. “Greg, so good to see you again,” she said in her cute Italian accent. She then looked slightly nervous. “I’m sorry about…”

  I just smiled and shook my head. “Elizabeth is doing well. She’s very happy in New York. It’s good. I’m happy for her.” Not any of it a lie. I really was happy for her.

  Her eyes practically bugged out of her head. “Wow. That’s good. Very good,” she gushed and glanced at Tanner, offering him her friendly smile. Suddenly I was nervous that Marissa would, correctly, put together that I was also happy, and here with Tanner. That I wasn’t here on a business dinner, but that I was here with Tanner. “Well, I have your table ready,” she said collecting a pair of menus. “You didn’t specify inside or outside,” she continued. “So I put you outside, is that okay?”

  “That’s fine. Thank you, Marissa.”

  She led us out to the patio dining area that still had the light of the setting sun, but was also lit up with table candles and hanging strands of lights. I had forgotten how romantic this setting was. I had taken Elizabeth here many times, but didn’t think I had ever truly appreciated the setting. Again, I was amazed at how life seemed so different when I was with Tanner.

  “Wow,” he said, his eyes sweeping the patio after Marissa left. “When you take a guy out to dinner, you take a guy out to dinner. This place is incredible.”

  I was grateful for the fact that the space wasn’t brightly lit because I’m sure I was beet red.

  Dinner was really nice, and again we got along famously. We talked non-stop, just ordinary stuff. The biggest part of the conversation was Tanner’s house hunt. When he’d landed, he touched base with his realtor. She said the sellers got wind that he was back in town and looking for a new place. For fear they had lost their only buyer, they recanted their refusal to negotiate on home repairs. If Tanner wanted, they would be willing to renegotiate. We talked about the pros and cons.

  Ultimately, Tanner was seriously considering taking them up on the offer. He just wanted the whole issue put to rest, and other than the potentially expensive, and time consuming repairs, he felt the place was perfect for him. He asked if I would come take a look at the place with him tomorrow afternoon to give an honest, second opinion. I said that if the appointment was late enough in the day, I would be happy to join him.

  As dinner, Maltagliati Verde for Tanner, and Smoked and Braised Beef Short Ribs for me, our server offered dessert. As much as I loved their Flourless Chocolate Cake and Cannoli Alla Calabrese, having watched Tanner eat, licking his lips and sipping his wine, I wanted a dessert of a whole other kind.

  The doors were only just closed on my Bimmer and I turned to Tanner, slipping my hand behind his head, pulling him into me and kissed him. His lips soothed me. I mean, the riot that was in my gut was still there, but now a wholly different riot. Anxiety was replaced with excitement.

  Pulling back, breathless, I said, “Your place or mine?”

  His bright smile flashed. “We could go to mine, but we have to stop at the drug store. I don’t have any supplies there.”

  “My place it is,” I said, starting the car, recalling the box of condoms and lube I bought a few weeks ago after my trip to Chicago.

  We burst into the house from the garage door, lips locked, hands gripping, feet searching for footings. Our clothes were shucked as we made our way through the house, bumping into things and up against walls. Sometimes accidentally, sometimes on purpose. I felt the drive that Tanner had talk
ed about…each of us fighting for dominance. Scrambling to resolve who was going to top whom, and fuck if I didn’t want to be the top…or the bottom. I actually didn’t care. I just wanted Tanner.

  By the time we made it to the bedroom, we were both bare and breathing hard. I yanked back the covers, pulled out the lube and condoms, and we climbed on the bed, kissing deeply and fisting each other’s cocks. I loved his hot, pulsing, velvety shaft. And the way he worked my cock over shut the rest of the world out from my mind. It was only Tanner and me. Me and Tanner.

  Tanner pulled from me, licking and sucking as he worked his way down to my cock, shimmying his bottom half up to me. Next, he moved his leg over my head and his thick, beautiful dick was looming over my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his sturdy thighs, the power in his muscles exciting me even more.

  He took me so deep in his mouth that I felt myself hit the back of his throat, and when he moaned, my hips shot off the bed, thrusting even deeper. And he took it. He seemed to love it. And I was spurred on to give back as good as he gave.

  The sounds of our moaning and sucking were so fucking erotic, but at times hard to hear over the thundering in my ears from my heart pounding. I sucked on my finger and slipped it gently into his ass.

  “Oh fuck, please,” he groaned.

  Feeling overcome by an urgency that matched his plea, I pulled my mouth off of Tanner, arranged us so that I was on my knees, and Tanner was on his stomach. He looked over his shoulder, his sexy smirk seizing my heart, and he pulled his knees under him raising his fantastic round ass up at me. I gripped his butt, squeezing the cheeks before running my hands up his brawny back, from the soft patch of hair at his lower back up over the smooth skin, enraptured by the strength under my fingers, I dropped my body over him, my chest on his back, and ran my hands over his strong pecs, inhaling deeply.

  I could live to be a hundred and never get enough of the feeling of his hot skin, and beefy power. I slid one hand down over his ripped abs and took his cock in my hand and flexed my hips, my dick lining up with the crack of his ass. I heard and felt his groaning.

  I pulled myself away and grabbed his ass again, rubbing my dick between his cheeks. The heat of the two parts was mind blowing. I watched Tanner’s back and knew he was panting. So fucking sexy! my mind screamed. I grabbed the supplies off the table and lubed up my fingers.

  I slid my finger around his hole, teasing, then slipped into his tight channel and delighted in the groan he let out. I found his spot and gave a light brush, and my heart thundered as he shuddered and moaned under my touch. I slipped a second in and was rewarded with a deeper groan. God the sounds that this man made rocked my world. In the past, I’d almost always had sex with the TV on in the background. The sounds Beth made, when she made them, did nothing for me. But Tanner’s every sound was an aphrodisiac.

  “Please,” he begged.

  I grabbed the condoms and pulled one out, quickly sheathing myself, then spreading more lube on my cock and his asshole. He thrust his hips back at me as soon as I rested the head of my dick against his puckered hole. I obliged with a push, working just the tip in, his “Uuuuuhhhhhnnn” music to my ears. I dug my fingers into his hips, pausing a moment before pressing further. It had been more than two weeks since we’d done this, and that was way too long.

  We started to push and pull—fucking each other. Craving more contact, I folded myself over him, hugging him, my chest pressed to his back, both of us slightly damp from sweat building. I was in fucking heaven!

  I dropped a hand down to his cock again and stroked him with each thrust.

  Suddenly he stilled. “Not now,” he pleaded. I stilled and listened. “I want to be in you when I come.”

  Oh hell yes. My breathing stuttered as I slowly pulled out of him.

  I stood on my knees waiting for him to let me know what he wanted. My breathing was ragged and I knew that if I saw my reflection, my eyes would look wild with lust. He turned to face me and I swear he growled at me, crushing his mouth to mine, his hand woven through the hair at the back of my head and gripping fiercely and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I hadn’t known it was possible, but his roughness dialed up my sexual high. Thrusting my hips into his, rubbing our cocks together, my hands flew to his back and I clawed at him, needing more. Craving more. Thank fuck he understood my frantic movements.

  I was rewarded when he ripped his lips from mine and pushed my torso to the bed, my ass left high in the air, Tanner kneeling behind me. I was feeling exposed and desired and sexy as fuck. I waited with bated anticipation. Tanner grabbed my ass and parted the cheeks. Doing the same move I had done, he ran the length of his dick along my crack. I was ready to explode and it took every effort to not blow my load.

  The sound of the flip cap on the lube caught my attention, and Tanner’s dick was replaced by his fingers. As his finger invaded that space, my own ears hurt with the guttural groan I released. I gripped the sheets with one hand and my own cock forcefully at the base with the other, fearing I would both fly off the bed and come. Tanner worked my ass perfectly, soon adding a second finger, preparing me for his cock. I was preparing my heart for the feeling of connectedness I knew was about to overwhelm me.

  “Ready?” he breathed, his own restraint evident in his tone, and the sound of the condom packet being opened accompanying his words.

  “Never more.”

  I felt the head of his penis back there and I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe.

  “Now!” I practically screamed, my face pressed hard into the mattress.

  With one slow long push, Tanner sank in all the way. I was amazed that it went in so easily. The pain wasn’t nearly as intense as before, more than just a pinch but quickly replace with a flood of pleasure. A wave—a non-ejaculatory orgasm—washed over me and cried out as I quivered and quaked. Tanner ran his hands up and down my back, comforting and grounding me.

  “Fuck, you’re awesome,” he said, pulling back and pushing back in.

  I could only “uhhnnnn” and “ooooh” and “mmmnnnn” in response. My head swam with delirium of arousal that was more overpowering than any drug.

  Tanner continued to spur me to new highs, then pulled out carefully then flipped me onto my back. He grabbed my knees and pushed them up to my chest, locking eyes with me. The lust and passion I saw there was my undoing.

  “God, I love—” my words cut off as Tanner slowly suck back in full hilt. I squeezed my eyes shut. Tanner didn’t move. I was desperate for him to, and when I finally opened my eyes, I saw him staring down at me, like he was waiting for that connection.

  “There you are,” he whispered and started to pull back, before pushing back forward.

  The connection was so intense, his eyes staring into mine, his touch on my body, and his dick in my ass, I was so close, and I let him know. “Tanner, I’m gonna come. Please. I need you. I want you.”

  “You are so fucking sexy,” he growled pulled out and in.

  He grabbed my bobbing cock in front of us and stroked as he thrust. I gripped his arms, needing to touch more of him. For a moment he broke our eye contact and dropped his head back as he let out a grunt. He then came forward and lay on top of me, working his arms under my shoulders and gripping my shoulders. He pumped into me, my cock being stroked by his belly with each thrust of his hips.

  “Please, please, please,” I whimpered. I needed to come so badly. Thankfully, my pleas were answered. And Tanner fucked my ass…hard. It was exquisite and in an explosive roar, we both came. Our voices echoed through the room for a good long time, experiencing a long drawn out orgasm.

  Holy mother fucker! I have never. But I hoped to time and time again.

  Coming down from my mind blowing orgasm, I thought back to something I’d almost said. I started to say ‘I love you’. I didn’t want those words to be said in the throes of passion, and fortunately, Tanner’s actions had shut my ability to talk down. In the back of my foggy mind, I remembered thinking I heard Tanner say so
mething along those lines, but I wasn’t sure. He never repeated those words. Maybe I was supposed to have said it back, but I was shocked then, and wasn’t sure. It was too early to say that word. Wasn’t it? We’d only known each other for less than two months. And been a ‘couple’ for a few weeks. No. When I said it to Tanner, it would be big. It would be meaningful. I did feel it, but I wanted it to be just right.

  I’d said it in The Cape, and I didn’t really mean to. It had just slipped out. I thought Greg was going to say it now. I wasn’t upset he didn’t. Those words in the heat of passion are not the same as when said in an intimate setting, well, intimate other than sex. But I had a feeling we were close. And it scared me. I’d spent my entire adult life focused on career. The schedule of practices and games wasn’t very conducive for the guys I had been with. Once the ‘shiny’ of dating a professional athlete wore off, the guy always wanted more time. Time that I didn’t really have. I knew my schedule would still be harried once I was the coach for Sonoma, but it would be different. That said, I didn’t get the feeling from Greg that he was the needy type.

  I’d never said those three words to anyone. And to want to say it to Greg so soon was terrifying.

  CHAPTER 43

  I woke up at my usual hour on Tuesday morning to go to work. Rolling over and seeing Tanner sleeping on the pillow next to me, warmed me like no other feeling. I smiled remembering back just a few hours ago, Tanner wondering how he was going to get home. I didn’t say a word, and just pulled him into me, and we drifted off to sleep. Looking at him now made me want to call in to work again and just spend the whole day together, either fucking, or even heading out.

  Dinner last night was great. But I wanted more. I wanted to take him to places in town. I wanted to drive to the coast with him. I just wanted to be with him. But, I needed to work, too. However, I’d already gotten caught up at the office, and wasn’t looking forward to getting buried again. Tanner would be in town all week, and I would be out the office door by five o’clock sharp every night so I could spend as much time with him as I could, before he went back to Chicago. I was looking forward to him finally moving out this way.