Indulge My Fantasy

by Whitley Gray

  I opened my eyes to find him above me, watching, smiling. He leaned down to kiss me. “Good?”

  “That word doesn’t even come close.” I locked my ankles around his waist. “Stay here for me.”

  “For a little while.”

  “Mmm. All night.”

  His stubble brushed my cheek. “I work out but not enough for that. Besides, a gentleman doesn’t rest his full weight on a lady.”

  “I’m not a lady. I’m a mechanic.” I burrowed my face into his shoulder, wishing him closer, wishing he really would lie on me. It felt too good to ever think about being apart.

  “And an amazing one. Did you ever think about opening a garage in California? We have some pretty cool cars out there, you know.”

  “Not a lot of rust, either,” I murmured, mindless until his words fell into place in my head like pieces of a puzzle. “What?”

  He slid out of me. I whimpered. “Sorry. I can’t keep leaning on you like this. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” He shifted to lie alongside me with his leg over mine. “Something else I thought about on the plane. Being here now, I think it could work. You’ve been working for a while, and this place doesn’t look like it costs as much as mine. Don’t take that the wrong way.” His hand covered my breast, gently massaging my soft flesh as he spoke. “But I’m going to guess you might have a little something in the bank. Maybe not a lot. Maybe you send it home to your parents. I don’t know. Whatever the case, what would you think about opening a place of your own closer to where I am?” He grinned. “At least, when I’m not out filming fabulous movies all over the world, learning about the local cultures and kissing beautiful women.” And then he kissed me.

  Heat spread through me wherever he touched, but at the moment he wasn’t touching my head. “Are you serious?”

  “Absolutely. You probably don’t have all the seed money you’d need, but I could help with that.” He pressed a finger to my now open-and-ready-to-argue mouth. “As a loan. You can pay me back over time. Or I can help you get a loan on your own. I’m pretty sure if I co-signed, they’d practically throw the bank at your feet. One of the benefits to having a boyfriend who gets paid what the Hollywood market will bear.”

  “Holl— But what about New York?”

  He blinked. “We can do that too. Broadway wouldn’t be forever. Contracts could last three months, six months, or a year. It’s great and all, don’t get me wrong, but my heart is still in movies.” He kissed me, his tongue stroking my lips like they were candy. “And you were right. I want my Oscar movie. No use fucking around with fluffy bullshit just to bring in a paycheck. It’s time to go get that statue.”

  My heart swelled. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Thank you for inspiring me. I think it’s something I knew but I didn’t dare think about until you made me see I have to do it. We don’t know what tomorrow has in it. Right when I thought I had no choice but to end it all, I met you and found out I hadn’t even started yet. I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you, and now you’re all I want. You, a future, and all my dreams to come true. You gave me that. I can never repay you.” He kissed me again. I felt his body rising at my leg. “But if you’ll let me try…” His hand left my breast to slide down my ribs, my belly, and between my lips. When he brushing my clit, it sent sparks shooting through me again.

  “Yes.” Then I laughed.

  His fingers circled me again before diving in and taking me deep. “That’s not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.”

  Grinning, I arched into his fingers. “No, it’s not that. I just realized I have to thank my mother. If she hadn’t made me go check her damn stove, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

  “Mmm.” He nuzzled my breast. The tip of his tongue traced the edge of the areola. My nipple stood up hard, almost electric and pleasantly painful. “You’re right. I owe her flowers.”

  This time I really laughed, but the motion only pushed my breast farther into his mouth. “Don’t. You’ll only end up being asked for more.”

  His fingertips moved south again. I braced myself even as I welcomed the invasion. “I have her daughter in a compromising position. I suppose I owe her something.”

  “Do we have to talk about my mother right now?” My hips moved of their own will, wanting him, his touch, needing to feel him inside me again. The motion seemed to tell him as much. First one fingertip moved, slipping inside my ass. “Oh.” The feeling surprised me because it wasn’t entirely familiar, but also because it wasn’t entirely unwelcome either.

  “You’re okay?”

  I nodded, reaching out to grab the bedspread. I needed something to hold on to.

  “More?”

  “Okay.” He pushed a little more, moving, shifting, and easing my muscles into it. It didn’t hurt, but it felt…not bad. A different sort of pressure than I was used to, but I wanted to give Aaron everything. This time I wasn’t going to hold back. I wasn’t going to hide. I didn’t have to do this to please him. This was for his pleasure and for mine. Now it wasn’t about him and me. It was about us.

  Then another finger made its way in. I shook my head, and he stopped moving. “Too much?”

  I nodded. “I think I need a minute.”

  “Okay. Here, move over.” He pulled out and guided me to lie on my side, spooning me. When I settled in, I nestled my head on his arm. His fingers found my ass, sliding between my cheeks. He was right. It was more comfortable, at least for me, to feel like I could rest against him. I felt…safe. My eyes welled. I wasn’t sure I ever knew what that felt like before, but in his arms, I was there.

  He tried again slowly, one finger and then two. “Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “And tell me if you need me to stop. I promise you I can.”

  I wriggled, amazed by how good he felt behind me. “I know you can. I want you. Please take me.”

  His breath whispered past my ear. “You’re not ready yet. It might not even happen today. It could take a while. Maybe tomorrow we—”

  I reached back for his hand, holding on to his wrist. “No more waiting. Here. Please.” I stretched, reaching for the nightstand and a container of lube. “Here. Don’t ask. I’ve been single for a while. Let’s leave it at that.”

  “You were a Scout, weren’t you? Don’t answer that. Rhetorical question.” I was breathless as I waited for him to apply some to himself as well as to me. He reached past me to drop the tube on the floor, his hips grinding against me as he shifted. I couldn’t wait to feel more. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

  “I should hope I’m driving you crazy. Like you’re doing to me.” His fingers slid inside me again, stretching me.

  I whimpered, and again he stilled.

  “No,” I said. “Don’t stop.”

  “I‘m not sure. This is new for you. We—”

  “Don’t. Stop.”

  “Fuck.” The tension in his body rose and flooded through him and into me. Again his control snapped. He moved, rising and bringing me with him until he was behind me. His hands were at my hips, and his fingers pulled my cheeks open.

  My body went numb, feeling nothing but the burn of his body entering mine in an entirely new place. Nothing like the usual way. This was different but just as wonderful. He moved a little gently, murmuring softly as he slid himself deeper inside, then almost out, and then back in again.

  “I can’t believe how good you feel. You’re so tight. I could come in three strokes.”

  After a few slow, deep breaths I began to relax along with the rest of my muscles, including the ones that currently surrounded him.

  “Take your time,” I said, my tension dissipating as I relaxed into the feeling of being wholly and entirely possessed.

  “You…what?”

  “I’m good. You feel good inside me any way you get there. I wish I could feel more of you than just that.”

  “Saints be praised.” His hands gripped my hips. He stroked my ass, my thighs, and my back even as his hips pushed more, brin
ging him deeper. “Oh, shit, I’m—”

  “Yes. Now. Give it to me.” My mind swam with how good this felt. He touched me so differently, yet the pressure was so brilliant and so amazing. He leaned in closer, his chest hair brushing my back as the fingers of his other hand found my clit, pressed, and circled. “That’s it.” That was the last thing I needed to hear before I let go and gave in, letting him have all of me.

  He shuddered behind me, cried out my name, and rammed his body into mine one last time before I felt his heat again. But his hand didn’t stop moving, and in a moment, another climax rocked my body. It was my turn to shake. My body was weak even as my heart sledgehammered against my ribs.

  Slowly, he slid out of me, releasing me so that I tumbled to the bed facedown and utterly spent. I lay there naked and spread out, feeling more amazing and complete than I could ever remember.

  My voice was small and faint, but my body was fully alive. “What did we just do?”

  I opened my eyes in time to see his amazing ass at the top of his well-muscled legs, which were wobbling across the bedroom and into the bathroom. “If you’ve forgotten already, I must’ve done something wrong.”

  I wanted to roll over so I could watch him move. His body mesmerized me, even the simplest of motions like washing his hands. Problem was, I couldn’t make myself roll over, and my head wouldn’t stay up for very long.

  “I’d say you did everything right. Ha!”

  “What?” He turned to me, drying his hands on a towel.

  “So much for nourishment giving me stamina. If this is how I feel after making love with you after a full dinner, I’m going to have to invest in energy drinks.”

  From the bathroom doorway, he grinned. “Cabernet flavored.”

  I exhaled, sated, exhausted, and wildly in love. “Deal.”

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  Indulge My Fantasy

  Caroline Bradley

  Caroline Bradley is an RWA Golden Heart award finalist. She’s been writing fiction since the age of ten but as she grew up, so did her stories. She developed her voice by binge-reading Janet Evanovich and Jennifer Crusie. After years of writing contemporary single title, Indulge My Fantasy is her first real walk on the erotic side.

  When Caroline’s not running marathons (or recovering from them), she’s planning for the next race and mapping out her next story. After her kids and her cat, her favorite thing is the voice-to-text option on her cell phone that helps her take some hilarious autocorrected notes while logging her miles near her home in southeastern Pennsylvania.

  For more information about the author, check out her Web site at http://www.carolinebradley.net/.