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by Parker, Ali


  Suddenly there was nothing between us. His hard, hot length pressed against the wetness of my aching core. Will groaned, shaking his head at me. “Really, already? Haven’t you ever heard the saying that good things happen to those who wait?”

  “I’ve waited long enough.” My voice was breathy and husky, sexy even.

  Will grinned, dipping his head back down to my neck. I tried reaching for his cock, but he moved his hips away.

  “You’ve waited long enough when I say you’ve waited long enough.” His words were a murmur against my skin. They were barely out before he was closing his soft lips around my hardened nipple, the rough pads of his fingers on the other.

  He sucked hard, releasing me with a slight pop when he started trailing kisses down the length of my abdomen. Will’s hands moved with the rest of him, which tended to happen even in dreams. I couldn’t complain much about it, though, since they were now massaging their way up my legs.

  He took them in his hands, sliding his palms along the long, smooth surface, making my lids flutter and droop. Each breath of air I tried to inhale into my lungs seemed to catch in my throat, my body trembling and writhing against Will’s.

  Moaning when his lips closed around my clit, I arched my back and wound my hands into his soft, dark blond hair. Guys going down on me usually wasn’t my favorite part of foreplay, but Dream-Will was spectacular at it.

  He licked and sucked, fucking me with his fingers until the world exploded in a rainbow of the brightest color. My muscles clenched and shook with the strength of my orgasm, but Dream-Will wasn’t done with me yet.

  Once my orgasm started to subside, he replaced his fingers with his thick, long cock and kissed me in that way of his until a second orgasm crashed over me and nearly drowned me in waves of pleasure.

  I woke up with a start after that, sitting up ramrod straight in my bed and struggling to catch my breath. The room I was staying in was one of the guest rooms that Val and I used to share when we came here to visit as kids.

  Val chose to make her new home in one of the others down the hall, leaving me in the vaguely familiar comfort of this one. It was my first night here in years, though. In many ways, my surroundings were still strange and new.

  Reaching over for the lamp on my nightstand, I nearly knocked the whole damn thing over for thinking it was farther away than it really was. My hands were trembling from the strength of the orgasm I’d just had in my dream. My sex ached and pulsed in a way that made it feel like it had been real.

  Jesus. Shit. Did I just have a wet dream? Could girls even have those? As far as I knew, wet dreams were exclusively reserved for use by teenage boys, but I could be wrong.

  Making a mental note to look it up online sometime, I pressed my hand to my racing heart and tried to calm my breathing. It didn’t do me any good.

  Several minutes passed while I just sat there on the lumpy old mattress that was now mine. I glanced around the room at the floral wallpaper and the light, cream-colored curtains that fluttered in the breeze coming in through the open window. It was warm, though, doing nothing to cool my overheated skin.

  The room smelled like sex, which it definitely hadn’t when I’d gone to bed just a few hours earlier. Reaching down between my legs, there was a telltale wetness in my panties. A soft laugh fell from my lips, even as my head shook of its own accord. A fucking wet dream. How insane is that?

  Guessing that I must have been wound up more than even I had realized, I sat in the dimly lit room and wondered what the hell to do with myself now. My heart rate was slowly going back to normal, but my skin was still flushed, and my mind raced as it tried to catch hold of the fast evaporating memories of my ridiculously sexy dream. My only regret about it was that I couldn’t remember if Will had finished too.

  Tension hummed in my body, refusing to recede so I could go back to sleep. My dreamgasm—because that seemed like a much more ladylike term than wet dream—had been intense, but not enough.

  I felt depressingly empty. My pussy was soaked, hot and ready, but with no one and nothing around to do anything about it. There was no way my cheap vibrator was going to be able to put so much as a dent in the longing I felt now.

  An idea started forming in the back of my mind. A crazy, desperate idea that I was going to regret having in the morning, probably. It didn’t matter, though. I lived for the moment and this moment there was only one thing I wanted: to see Will again.

  Okay, make that two things. I wanted to see him again, and then I wanted to make that dream a reality. When I did, I would make sure that he finished just as many times as I did. Regardless of how long it took him to recharge or whatever. I wanted to know what he looked like when he came apart, and not only so my mind would be able to use that image in any later dreams I might have about him.

  Before I could convince myself just how truly terrible of an idea it was, I was climbing off my bed and quietly making my way downstairs. Not wanting to wake the others, I didn’t turn on any lights.

  It took me longer than it would have to find the electrical box in the dark, but after my eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight streaming in through the windows, I managed to get there without knocking anything over.

  I didn’t know the first thing about how electrical boxes worked, but I was betting what I was planning would work. Lifting my hands, I ran my fingers along several wires before closing them in a fist and pulling them out.

  There. That should do it.

  Chapter 9

  Will

  No one in the entire history of the world ever loved waking up to the sound of their work phone ringing. As a general rule, phones ringing in the middle of the night were almost never ringing to bring good news. When it was work calling in the middle of the night, there wasn’t even the vaguest possibility of it being good news.

  The screen of my phone was lit with a number I didn’t know, prompting me to sigh and fall back into bed. I almost didn’t answer, but I didn’t want the call to phone Austin next. I was already awake, might as well take the hit for this one.

  Cautiously hitting accept, I didn’t say anything. I simply pressed the phone to my ear and decided that if it was a marketing call, I would burn the whole damn company responsible for it to the ground first thing in the morning.

  To my surprise, it wasn’t a cold call or even one of the clients I had who sometimes didn’t realize how late it was when they called. “Hey, uh, is this Will? It’s Heidi. You, umm, you were at our house to fix the electricity earlier.”

  As if there was any chance in hell I could have forgotten who she was. I’d still been thinking about her just before I fell asleep. I might have been hard. Whatever. “Heidi. Yeah. What’s up?”

  “Something happened with the electricity again.” I heard her murmuring to someone on her end of the line, one of her friends, I assumed. Then she was back. “It’s totally out. Like, nothing works.”

  “Nothing?” I frowned, mentally combing over the last pictures I had in my head of their box. I replaced everything that had needed replacing.

  It was just an old house is all. Older houses—and older clients—were kind of a specialty of mine, which was why I often received phone calls in the middle of the night from people who didn’t even know who I was in their confusion, but was also why I had everything I needed to fix Heidi’s problem on me.

  “How did that happen?”

  “No idea,” Heidi said in a much chirpier voice than I might’ve expected at—I glanced at the green numbers of the clock on my nightstand—one in the morning. “I know it’s like, really late and everything, but do you think you can come take a look?”

  “I’ll be right there.” I hated working in the middle of the night, but I didn’t mind it for someone like Heidi. She was hot and very different from the girls I knew. More than that, though, there were three young women living in that house by themselves.

  I knew exactly the kind of things that went bump in the night and the kind of people who caused those
bumps. There was no way I was leaving them there in total darkness. Light had a way of chasing those kinds of unwanted people away, while darkness had a way of drawing them in.

  I knew that well enough from working with Rayce. “Keep the doors locked until I get there.”

  “What?” she said in a high-pitched voice, as if in surprise, followed by a soft laugh. “Sure thing, Dad. We’ll see you soon.”

  It came as no shock whatsoever to see Heidi and one of her friends standing outside the house waiting for me when I got there. Shaking my head, I jogged up the stairs and tried to fight a smile. “No one ever teach you that when you lock the doors, you’re supposed to be on the inside of them or it doesn’t keep you safe at all?”

  Heidi didn’t skip a beat before she responded. “No one ever teach you not to tell people what to do when you don’t know them from a bar of soap?”

  “Touché.” I tried not to give her a long once-over as I approached her or when I finally came to a standstill beside her. She was a good couple of decades younger than my usual clients, but she was still a client.

  Unfortunately, I was only human, and her cotton shorts were damn short. Her legs were never-ending and toned, but not muscled. The tank top she was wearing was long, but it was cut into a low V to expose the top and sides of a seriously fuckable rack. My cock twitched its agreement, but I ignored the rush of desire that flooded through my veins.

  “This is Olive,” Heidi said, interrupting a train of thought that might have fucked their power up for good if it’d been allowed to continue unchecked. “Olive, meet Will.”

  “It’s nice to meet you.” Olive extended a soft, warm hand to mine, shaking it quickly but firmly. She was the straitlaced friend I’d seen walking away earlier. She was also in pajamas, hers a pair of flannel shorts and a loose shirt that was small enough to see she had curves but too baggy to make them out properly.

  She was a pretty girl, but she didn’t do anything for me. Not the way Heidi did. It was hard to tear my eyes away from her for even long enough to greet her friend. “Yeah, you too.”

  I tightened my grip on my tool kit and reminded myself that I was here to work. “Have either of you figured out what happened to the power?”

  “No,” Olive replied in a tone that matched her handshake, soft and gentle, yet firm. I might not know her, but I got the feeling that she was the good girl of their group. The one who kept the others in line with a personality that matched her handshake and her voice.

  I liked her immediately for it, having the fucking balls to be the one who had to stand up and get shit done, but she didn’t get my engine running the way Heidi did.

  Olive ran a hand down a long, brunette braid, bringing it over her shoulder to fiddle with it as her face scrunched up in thought. “I have no idea what could have gone wrong. Everything was fine when we went to bed, and then I woke up when my fan went off and found out nothing was working anymore.”

  “Probably just something to do with the old wiring.” Heidi shrugged, her gaze drifting to the street beyond us as she spoke the words. Almost like she didn’t want to look anyone in the eye. Interesting.

  Especially because I knew there had been nothing else wrong with the wiring when I left less than twelve hours ago. “Maybe. Let me take a look, I’m sure I’ll be able to get it back on for you. Where’s your other friend? If she’s here, you might want to warn her not to plug anything in until I’m done.”

  “She won’t,” Olive assured me, sighing as she jabbed a finger to the ceiling to indicate the second story. “That one would sleep through a bomb, a riot, and a natural disaster all at the same time.”

  A low chuckle rumbled from my chest. “I know the type.”

  Heidi suddenly appeared so close to my side that our arms were pressed together, sending another shock of lust through me. “Let me show you inside. I’ll stay with him if you want to go back to bed.”

  Her last sentence was directed at Olive, causing her to roll her eyes at her friend. “No thanks. I’m awake now. Might as well do something productive. I’ll be on the porch out back if you need me. It’s too damn hot inside.”

  After shooting a confused, yet exasperated look at Heidi, Olive grabbed her phone from a table in the entryway and used its light to guide her across the living areas to the doors that led outside.

  “So you don’t know what went wrong, huh?” I asked Heidi as we walked to the electrical box. She kept close to my side, which was distracting. It was nice to feel her heat against my skin, sure, but I wondered why the hell she was doing it. Maybe she’s afraid of the dark.

  I nearly laughed out loud at that thought. Heidi didn’t strike me as the kind of girl who was afraid of the dark. She nudged my side playfully with her elbow, proving my suspicion that she was in no way uncomfortable with the circumstances she found herself in.

  “I’ve already told you. I don’t know what happened.” There was a teasing tone to her voice that I didn’t quite understand.

  At least I didn’t until I flipped the cover off the box and took a peek inside with the flashlight I carried in my kit. Right away I saw that the wires had been pulled out. There was nothing wrong in here, they just needed to be reconnected.

  A quick glance at Heidi told me all I needed to know. She was leaning casually against the wall, her hand propped on her hip and eyes wide and seemingly innocent. There was enough moonlight filtering in for me to see the heat in them, though.

  No, this hadn’t been an accident. Heidi had done this. The fact that she’d done it and then called me out here—in the middle of the night—to take a look at what was wrong told me that she’d done it for the sole purpose of seeing me again.

  My blood turned molten in my veins, my cock hardening uncomfortably in the restricted space in my pants. A hundred ways to take this girl right here in her dark living room flashed through my mind.

  I remembered the layout well enough from earlier that I could picture them all clearly. Bent over the couch. Her legs spread on the solid oak coffee table. Right up against the wall next to the temporarily wrecked breaker box.

  Screwing my eyes shut, I tried to shake the images my brain seemed intent on torturing me with. First, I had to get these girls their power back. After that, I could concentrate on turning those filthy images into a very pleasurable reality.

  “This will only take a minute,” I told her, sticking my flashlight between my teeth and getting to work on the connections. Less than a minute later, I heard the electricity come back on in that low hum of appliances and the distant, digital beep of a phone being charged. “There. All done.”

  “Wow. That was fast.” She flashed me a flirty smile, almost sashaying her way closer to me again. God, this woman was putting all sorts of ideas in my head that didn’t belong there while I was on the job.

  Briefly considering calling her out on what she’d done, I decided against it. I sure as shit had wanted to see her again, I just hadn’t gotten around to thinking about how to make it happen.

  Heidi had obviously wanted the same thing and had acted on it. There was no shame in that. If anything, it turned me the fuck on.

  “Walk me out?” I asked, picking my kit back up and jerking my head toward the door. Heidi had taken that first step, the next would be mine.

  As we were walking down their front steps, the door to the house next door cracked open and a whole bunch of preppy-looking guys piled out onto the stoop. Despite the hour, they were all dressed in swim trunks with their hair styled to perfection. Even from the distance between us, I could tell they were wasted drunk.

  “Hey, Heidi!” one guy hollered. “Let me see you with your top off, baby.”

  Disgusting, immature catcalls and a couple of other comments interrupted the words. My fingers curled into fists and my jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth were about to break. I couldn’t fucking stand guys like that.

  Heidi was completely unaffected by the attention, not even looking at them as she lifted her middle finger
to flip them off and kept walking. There was such a practiced ease to it that I wondered if it was something she was used to.

  “Do you know those guys?”

  “Nah.” She smiled a tight, forced smile. “They’ve been giving us trouble since we got here, but I don’t actually know who they are.”

  Assholes. I took one last look at the house next door when I reached my truck, noticing that Heidi’s lack of response—or perhaps my obviously unexpected presence—had driven the guys back inside.

  Wondering if it would be way over the line to insist on walking her back inside and listening as she shut the door, I sighed internally and gave my head a small shake. She’d already proven to me that she didn’t like being told what to do by perfect strangers.

  Besides, the protective urges I felt would only drive me closer to their house again. The one with beds, coffee tables, and couches. Between Heidi’s advances and those jeering bastards, my self-control was hanging by a thread.

  If I let it snap, I would never see her again. I didn’t want that. So I took a breath, a beat, and a chill pill and forced my fingers to uncurl. It was my turn to make a move, and I’d be damned if I let those disrespectful idiots take it from me. “Hey, do you have any plans for the weekend?”

  “No.” Heidi’s eyes lit up like she knew exactly what was coming. “Why?”

  “Do you want to grab dinner with me?”

  She pretended to think about it for a second, but her full lips pulled up into a radiant smile and effectively gave me an answer before she confirmed. “Hell, yes. I’d love to.”

  Chapter 10

  Heidi

  “Val, catch.” Valerie’s hazel eyes snapped up just in time for her to see the tube of sunscreen I had just thrown at her. We were on the beach behind the house, having decided to spend the day down here after we woke up an hour or so ago.

 

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