Wild Dreams

by Dawn Pendleton

  I was in the bathroom for less than ten minutes, which had to be some kind of record, especially for me. But I smelled good, my skin was silky soft, and I was ready to get it on. I didn’t bother with clothes. I simply walked out into the room, ready to have the night of my life.

  There were more important things to think about, things I should be focusing on, like Tyler. For one night, I was letting myself forget. I was going to enjoy myself for the next few hours, use and be used and there was nothing better to help me relieve the stress of the past two weeks.

  Dallas was still on the bed, hands over his face. He didn’t immediately look up when I opened the door, so I walked over and started unbuckling his belt. I figured he would get the general idea. His head lifted to look at me and his eyes widened. I bit my lip and then unzipped his pants. I wanted to get my hands on him.

  I pulled his dick out, admiring its length and girth, even at half-mast. He would probably tear me in half, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to forget.

  “Nic, what are you –”

  I pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh. Let’s just be alive tonight.”

  He didn’t question me. Instead, he let himself relax, his head falling back to the bed. When I drew him fully into my mouth without so much as a cursory lick, he all but came up off the bed.

  “Nicole!” he shouted, his hands fisting in my hair.

  I wasn’t usually so sexually aggressive, but something about him made me want to turn him into putty in my hands. I wanted him just as hot and bothered as I was and I wouldn’t settle for anything less. I moaned when he tugged on my hair just a little bit, which only encouraged him to do it again. He was turning me on and he hadn’t even really touched my body yet.

  I was so screwed.

  Twenty-One

  Dallas

  She ruined me. Despite making me come, in her mouth, no less, she continued to torture me by licking every inch of my body as she undressed me. I was defenseless against her, but I didn’t want to fight her, either. I knew the time would come when the tables turned and I could treat her to the luxuries of oral sex. I never truly enjoyed it with any of my previous lovers, but with Nicole, I wanted everything.

  When she finally climbed on top of my naked body so she could lean down and kiss me properly, I took advantage, rolling her over onto her back, pinning her hands above her head. I grinned down at her.

  She tipped her head to the side and raised a brow, a silent question. In reply, I let my hands wander to her breasts. She kept her arms above her head while I played, gently rubbing her nipples until they tightened. Before the night was done, she was going to come so hard and so often, she wouldn’t be able to move a muscle. The journey to multiple orgasms was a long one, though, and I was determined not to let her come a moment too early.

  I leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth, letting my tongue linger over her lips before I moved lower, making my way down her body. I left a trail of kisses down her neck and across her breast bone. I lifted her left breast to my mouth, laving the nipple with my tongue and then taking it fully into my mouth. She arched up against me, a moan escaping her lips. I smiled down at her and then lightly grazed my teeth against her sensitive skin.

  She sucked in a breath and held it, obviously delighting in her torture. I released her breast and moved to the other, giving it the same attention before my desire got the best of me. I scooted down the bed, spreading her legs and kneeling between them. Her pretty pink pussy was wet and waiting.

  She was so sweet, so responsive. My every desire was to fulfill her wildest fantasies, to make her come and scream my name. I needed her to know my feelings without actually saying anything to her. I didn’t lie – I wasn’t in love with her, not yet. The truth was far more complicated. I wanted her. I liked her. With some more time, I could easily see myself falling in love with her, but for now, lust would have to do.

  I wasn’t always eloquent with words, not nearly adequate enough to express my true feelings. She was more than just some lay to me, more than a quickie one night stand. I figured she knew that, seeing as I flew thousands of miles to see her. Well, and Tyler. But I could check in on Tyler from overseas .I didn’t need to fly for him. I made the trip for her.

  I spread her lips, slipping a finger inside. She was tight, far tighter than I imagined she would be, which could prove to be a problem. My dick would stretch her, fill her completely. She might like it, but it would probably be uncomfortable for her, too. I needed to make sure she was good and ready before I took her. I smiled in anticipation.

  I leaned down, my mouth following my fingers. I licked her clit and enjoyed her long moan. I was definitely on the right track. My tongue found her clit and rubbed it. Her hips came up off the bed.

  “Easy,” I murmured against her. I slipped a second finger into her, slowly moving them in and out together. I drew out her pleasure but she didn’t seem to mind. Her restless legs rubbed against my shoulders and her hands gripped my hair to pull me even closer to her. I would have laughed if it wasn’t so erotic.

  Her breathing increased and she let out a few breathless sobs. “Dallas, I’m going to come,” she whispered.

  I moved harder, faster against her, desperate to make her come. My tongue flicked her clit even as my fingers delved deep into her. She moaned, her body stiffening suddenly as she orgasmed. She rode the wave hard, her body bowed tightly for several seconds before she collapsed in a heap on the bed. I slowly moved up her body, leaving soft kisses in my wake.

  “That was amazing,” she said when I reached her. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me. I returned the favor for a few seconds before she pushed me away.

  She rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips. She grabbed a condom out of her purse on the night stand and rolled it on me. Her eyes focused on my hard dick, and I wondered if she would chicken out. To her credit, she seemed to swallow her fear as she ground her hips against mine. She hefted herself up and then slowly lowered her body onto my throbbing cock. She went slowly, which was delicious torture.

  Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her damp hair curled around her angelic face. She struggled to take all of me, but she did it, letting out a ragged breath when I was fully seated inside her. She was so tight, I almost came right there. I wanted to. But I could control myself. I wanted her begging for it. I was content to let her control things until she was more thoroughly warmed up, but once she was, I planned to rock her world.

  She moved slow, her hips guiding her up and down my shaft. She got into it more and more, her hips moving faster the more accustomed she got. When she started to pant, her exertion finally weighing on her, I pulled her off.

  “Dallas!” she complained.

  But I had other things in mind. I got up and stood at the edge of the bed. I flipped her onto her stomach and then dragged her hips toward mine. She arched her back, which made her ass look even more delectable. I rubbed my hands over those round globes, luxuriating in how tight and firm they were. She worked out more than she let on. She bucked her hips at me, wanting me to fill her again and I obliged.

  I slipped into her wet pussy, enjoying the feel of its tightness even more, now that I was back in control. Before the night was up, she was going to come more times than she ever thought possible. Once we were connected again, I pulled half-way out and thrust back in. She let out a throaty groan. I set a rigorous pace, fucking her like she’d never been fucked before. She didn’t complain.

  My fingers probably bruised her skin, but when she started to come again, nothing mattered but both of us finding fulfillment. I slapped my hips against hers harder, forcing her orgasm. Once her tight walls clamped down on me, I couldn’t stop my own orgasm. I let out a groan as my hips stilled against her. My body shook with the sheer force of it and I nearly collapsed against her, barely holding my weight on my shaky arms.

  She fell to the mattress, her body spent. I dropped onto the bed beside her, curling my arm around her and drifting into b
lissful sleep.

  * * * * *

  A few hours later, I woke and disentangled myself from Nicole. She was sound asleep. I made my way to the bathroom and took care of business. I eyed the shower, thinking it was probably a good idea. I left the door open and started the water, getting it to just the right temperature before I stepped in. The water felt good, relaxing. For weeks, I’d had a lot of tension in my body, and it was finally released.

  I was still worried about Tyler. He could take a turn for the worst overnight, but for one night, I didn’t want to think about anything but Nicole and what we were going to do. She was a talented photographer, and Leanne told me earlier that she offered Nicole a job, but if she started at the magazine, that meant she was a co-worker and I wasn’t so sure how I felt about dating a co-worker.

  Of course, I wanted her. But there were so many things that could go wrong in a work place relationship. I had no idea if we could make it work. Then again, what if she started dating someone else while she worked there? Jealousy burned my stomach just thinking about her with another man. That had to mean something,

  “Hey,” she said, walking into the bathroom. I poked my head out from behind the shower curtain.

  “Hey, yourself. How do you feel?”

  “Tired. Sore.” She gave me lopsided grin as she leaned against the countertop. “Amazing.”

  I laughed. “I feel pretty damn good, too.”

  “Want some company?” she asked.

  “Always.”

  “Okay. Give me a minute,” she said, her discreet way of asking for a bit of privacy.

  I nodded, ducking my head back into the shower. I started to wash myself, soaping up my body.

  “You shouldn’t have to do that alone,” Nicole said as she stepped into the shower. “Let me help you.”

  Twenty-Two

  Nicole

  He wore me out. I never realized how tiring sex could be. Apparently, I’d been doing it wrong. After our shower session, we ordered room service and then had sex one more time before falling asleep again. He woke me up with his hard-on in the middle of the night. I was half-asleep while he fucked me.

  I didn’t want it to be just sex, but I wasn’t naïve enough to believe there was anything more than sex between us. He missed me, sure, but probably because he didn’t get a chance to fuck me before he left. I wasn’t stupid. Men wanted sex, and frankly, so did I. I’d take all I could get and then we could part ways like nothing happened.

  Our parting would be sooner than planned, too, because I had to go back to the hospital and I didn’t intend on Tyler ever finding out about my sex life. And that meant I needed to end it as soon as possible. Right after I woke him up and fucked him one more time.

  “Dallas,” I whispered in his ear. I leaned over him, my breasts all but brushing against his face.

  He blinked his eyes a few times. “Mmm, nothing better than boobies in the morning.” He lifted his hands to hold them, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

  I arched against him. “That feels so good. I want you to fuck me again,” I admitted.

  His eyes flew open and he pulled away. “We aren’t animals.”

  I laughed. “I know. But what else do you call it?”

  He thought about it for a second. “Making love.” He cupped my cheek in his hand.

  It was my turn to pull away. “This has nothing to do with love.”

  “I’m not saying it does. But fucking sounds a little impersonal, don’t you think?” He sat up, his eyes boring into mine.

  “This isn’t supposed to be personal. We aren’t in a relationship, we aren’t in love, and we sure as shit aren’t making love.”

  He didn’t reply, just got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. The audible click of the lock on door handle was the only sound in the quiet room.

  I had to get away from him. I dressed as fast as I could, threw my hair up in a ponytail and then raced from the room. I didn’t want to be around when he came out of that bathroom.

  The drive back to the hospital seemed longer than normal. It may have had something to do with the fact that I was trying not to cry, but who knew? Why did Dallas insist on using the L-word around me? What we shared wasn’t love; it was pure sex. It was easier that way, too. No entanglements, no commitments, and nothing to worry about when we parted ways. What I couldn’t figure out was why it hurt my heart to admit it.

  I walked into the hospital, ready to face another day of hell and helplessness. I checked in with the nurse and Tyler wasn’t any better. He wasn’t any worse, either, but the fact that his condition hadn’t changed didn’t renew my spirit. I wanted him to get better, to wake up and give me some advice.

  He was the only person in my life I trusted. If he told me I was overreacting about Dallas, I’d believe him, but my emotional fears were running rampant, pulling me in a thousand different directions.

  I wanted Dallas. Sexually, at least. When he spouted off phrases like making love, he freaked me out. Dallas didn’t do love, so why was he even bringing it into our sex life? As much as I might want to continue our fuck fest, I certainly didn’t want to fall in love with a player. He wasn’t the settling type, and I thought he knew I wasn’t, either. All I wanted was a fuck buddy, nothing more.

  I put a gown on over my clothes and went into Tyler’s room. We weren’t permitted to touch him, but the virus wasn’t airborne, so we weren’t really at risk of catching it if we didn’t touch him. I had to be checked once a week, though, just to be sure. I wasn’t impressed with that option, but if it meant I got to spend some time in Tyler’s room, I didn’t care.

  I sat in the chair next to his bed. “Hey, Ty,” I started, staring at my hands. “I slept with Dallas last night. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m just so stressed out with you being in here and my emotions were running high and I’ll even claim temporary insanity! I know you don’t want the details, but it was… different. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s never been that intense with anyone else. It was like he was touching a part of me no one ever has before. And I don’t mean sexually… Hell, I don’t know.” I put my head in my hands.

  I didn’t expect an answer, and I didn’t get one. Tyler was out, but I wondered if his subconscious heard me. “I know you’re fighting this virus, and I know it’s selfish of me to even tell you about my boring life, but I just miss you. And I don’t know what else to talk about, Ty. You’ve been like my big brother and I can’t lose you.”

  I broke down, tears streaking down my face. I had to gasp for air to get any oxygen in my lungs. I was on the verge of hyperventilating, my chest heaving.

  “Nicole!” Dallas appeared in the doorway and raced over to me. He called for a nurse and then turned back to me, pushing my head between my knees.

  “Step back, Dallas,” a nurse directed. My eyes were open but I couldn’t see anything. It was the weirdest experience of my life. I felt hands lifting me into another chair. Once I started to move, I realized it was a wheel chair. The nurse spoke soothing words to me as we went, but it was Dallas’s voice that kept me grounded.

  “I’ve got you, Nicole,” he said, his hand on my shoulder.

  Then I passed out completely.

  * * * * *

  Sometime later, I woke up. I was laying on a hospital bed, my vision was blurry and my head hurt like hell. My throat was almost completely dry and it hurt to speak.

  I felt someone move beside me. “Nicole?”

  I forced my eyes to focus on Dallas. I started to nod but it made my head hurt more, so I just let my eyes slip closed again, the pillow soft beneath my head.

  “Nicole, talk to me,” he pleaded. His voice was concerned, almost terrified.

  “It hurts,” I muttered, my throat on fire. “Water.”

  “Okay, I’ll get you some water,” he said, and then he was gone.

  I felt like shit and couldn’t imagine what was wrong with me. I was so weak, so out of sorts. I took a few deep breaths and tried to open my eyes again
. It wasn’t as painful that time, so I took in my surroundings.

  The room was almost identical to Tyler’s, except in reverse. Instead of the door being on the left side, it was on the right. My room mirrored his exactly. The bathroom was across the room and I wondered if I could make it over there myself. Doubt it. I would have to wait for a nurse.

  “See? She’s awake,” Dallas’s voice rang out and I looked toward the door.

  He entered the room with a nurse on his heels. She came over to me and took my vitals while I sipped the cup of water Dallas handed me. “You gave us quite a scare,” she said with a laugh.

  “Am I sick?” I was petrified I caught Ebola.

  She let out another laugh. “Not at all. Your blood sugar was a little low, but I don’t think it’s hypoglycemia. When was the last time you ate something?”

  I scrunched up my face, trying to think of the last time I’d eaten. It had been a while.

  She tsked. “Just as I suspected. We’ll get you some breakfast and I think you’ll be fine.” She walked out of the room, leaving me alone with Dallas.

  He looked haggard. “You scared the shit out of me.” He ran his hand over his face.

  “Sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.

  “Imagine my surprise this morning when I got out of the shower and realized you were gone. I was frantic. I raced over here and then you were pretty much passed out, completely unresponsive… I thought you were dying.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said again, not quite certain what he expected of me.

  He sighed. “I don’t want your apologies, Nicole. I want you to take better care of yourself. Tyler’s already in here, unconscious and sick as hell. I don’t want anything to happen to you, too.”