Wet Dream

by Jenna Jacob

  Clenching his jaw, Sawyer struggled to hold on as lightning, white and hot, slashed down his spine and rolled through his balls. Brea wrapped her legs around him and threw back her head. The air grew electric, sizzling with a need so blistering he feared he’d pass the fuck out.

  But when Brea screamed his name and clamped down on his driving shaft, he gripped her hips and hammered through her narrowing slit. His nerve endings ignited. The pleasure centers in his brain caught fire, and as she came apart beneath him, he let go.

  Squeezing the lush flair of her hips, Sawyer yelled her name. Wave after wave erupted from his cock, showering contracting walls. They rode the surge in a peak of grunts, gasps, and moans until his wrists gave out and he fell to his elbows.

  With his face buried in the crook of her neck, Sawyer inhaled the scent of wildflowers and jasmine while Brea lay boneless and quivering beneath him. She was mumbling incoherently now and again, and he couldn’t help but smile.

  While their breathing slowly began to level out, lingering aftershocks coaxed a couple of grunts and whimpers. Brea lay beneath him, skimming her hands up and down his back in a lazy sweeping motion. Sawyer stroked the curve of her shoulder, and after several long, lethargic minutes, he raised his head.

  A slow smile tugged his mouth as he looked at her—eyes closed, lips parted, and a pink glow of completeness painted her cheeks.

  Now that’s what you call a well-satisfied woman.

  Sawyer couldn’t agree more with the semi-arrogant voice in the back of his head. Tucking his hand at the small or her back, he lifted Brea’s limp body in his arm and then tumbled onto his back. Lying atop him, she nuzzled his chest and exhaled a soft, contented smile.

  “I’m glad as hell I vowed no other men but you,” she mumbled as the words were getting tangled on her tongue. “I knew the minute I saw you that if we ever…what is it you called it? Oh, yeah…bumped bellies, you’d ruin me for any other guy.”

  Sawyer chuckled. “You knew that the first night in Toot’s, did you?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You’ve always been a perceptive little thing.” He raised his hands and dusted off his palms. “Now that I’ve completed that mission…I’ve got a couple million others I want to fulfill with you.”

  Brea moaned. The vibration of her lips so close to his nipple made his still-erect cock leap.

  “Have you ever played army before?”

  “Army?” she asked, clearly confused.

  “Uh-huh. I’ve got a missile that’s ready to launch.

  She lifted her head and glanced at his cock. Peering at him once more, she licked her lips and sent him a coy smile. “Where do I enlist, Sarge?”

  Sawyer’s chest shook in silent laughter. Her playful spirit was new, invigorating, and made it too damn easy to love her.

  Reaching down, he fisted his cock. “Right here, darlin’.”

  They spent the entire night, and twenty-four hours after that, jettisoning to the stars and tumbling back to earth. Touching, kissing, licking, and sucking, they discovered all the ways to drain pleasure from one another. He could still hear her cries begging him to stop stimulating her clit after she’d shattered, but he’d worked her through those convulsive minutes until she begged him to soar her higher. There weren’t a lot of words spoken, at least not when they were joined as one. That’s when they spoke a language all their own…the language of love.

  However, in between those straining, blissful orgasms, they showered and snuggled, laughed and talked, ordered pizza and raided Sawyer’s refrigerator. Confessions flowed freely, both hers and his. Sawyer quickly discovered he’d never met a woman who’d altered his life quite like Brea.

  In the beginning his interest had been purely sexual, even when he thought her the most complicated woman on the planet. Somewhere along the way, his opinion of her had fallen apart, like a defective rebuilt carburetor.

  Maybe it was the night she’d gotten locked out, and he’d seen the sassy, determined side of her. Or maybe it was the hot tub fiasco, when he’d glimpsed the scars left by other men. Even then, Sawyer wanted to move heaven and earth to erase them from her heart. Or maybe it was something as simple as knowing they’d both been wounded but had chosen to survive that made Brea so damn special in his eyes.

  While Sawyer might not know precisely why he loved her, he did. Being with Brea made life and everything inside him whole. He wanted to live out his fantasies with her, watch her belly swell and give life to their children, and grow old by her side.

  Watching her sleep, his cock soft, spent, and sated, he listened to her even breaths as they floated over his flesh.

  The tightening in his chest told Sawyer that he’d found his soul mate.

  The corners of his mouth lifted with a hint of a smile, and he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  He woke sometime later with sunshine streaming in through the window. Brea’s succulent backside was pressed against his crotch. Her silky hair lay draped over his shoulder as she softly snored. He couldn’t wait to tease her about the cute noises she made in her sleep over breakfast.

  Breakfast. Shit! Was it Sunday? No, it was Monday. Fuck! A blast of panic blew through his veins. New guests were due to arrive at the ranch…if they weren’t already there. Sawyer didn’t want to wake his sleeping beauty, but he needed his cell phone to see what time it was. Easing from her sleeping body, he rolled off the bed and searched for his jeans.

  They’re still piled in the corner, dumb ass.

  He grabbed the device from his pants and turned it on.

  “Whew, only seven twenty. Plenty of time to wake up Brea proper.”

  He strolled to the bathroom, and when he returned, Brea was on her back, with her arms open and legs slightly parted. If that wasn’t an invitation to violate her in ways to make the devil blush, he didn’t know what was. Laying his phone on the nightstand, Sawyer crawled onto the bed. Starting at her ankles, he kissed his way up her body. Mid-calf, Brea moaned, then giggled when he reached her knee.

  “Stop. I’m ticklish.”

  “You probably shouldn’t have told me that.”

  “Don’t you dare,” she warned.

  Quickly drawing up her knees, she caught him square in the jaw. Sawyer let out a growl of pain and cupped the side of his face as lightning exploded through his skull. Brea’s eyes grew wide. A look of mortification lined her face.

  “Oh, my god. Are you all right? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

  “I’m fine, but this wasn’t how I’d planned to wake you up.”

  “Let me get you an ice pack.”

  Brea started to leap out of bed, but he grabbed her arm.

  “No. Really. I’m okay. It just needs a kiss or two.” He gave her the saddest puppy-dog eyes he could muster and pointed to his still-throbbing jaw. Brea rolled her eyes and smirked before rising to her knees and dotting a row of tender kisses against his skin.

  “Is that the only place that hurts?” she asked coyly.

  “Not by a long shot.” He thrust his erection against her stomach. “Maybe you can kiss it in the shower.”

  She laughed and slung her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. “What makes you think we’re going to make it out of bed?”

  With a growl, he kissed her and pressed her back to the mattress just as his cell phone started to ring. He inwardly cursed the interruption, but at least it was only a phone and not a shotgun this time.

  “Hold that thought,” he instructed before plucking his phone off the floor.

  Brea flashed him a devilish grin, then spread her legs and began toying with her clit. “Make it fast, cowboy.”

  “Jesus, woman. How am I supposed to talk to anyone now?” he murmured before scowling at the ringing device in his hand.

  “I’m just keeping it warm for you, sugar,” she giggled.

  “Fuck!”

  Though the show on the bed was beyond captivating, a hint of fear slid through him. Noble was calling. Th
e fear that something had happened to one of the family crawled through him.

  “Hello?”

  “Whatcha doin’?” Noble asked in a taunting, childish lilt. “Something fun, I bet.”

  “None of your damn business. What do you want?”

  “Wow. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. What’s the matter…didn’t you get any last night?”

  “What the fuck do you want?”

  “I just called to make sure you remembered that we’ve got new campers coming in soon, and wanted to see if you needed a ride to work.”

  “I know. Why the fuck would I need a ride to work?”

  “Well, they say jacking off too much will make you go blind. I wasn’t sure if you could still see.”

  “What are you…twelve?” Sawyer spat. “I’ll see you and your service dog at the ranch later, you blind-assed motherfucker.”

  “Wait! Wait!” Noble yelled.

  “What?”

  “Just tell me one thing…was Brea every bit as incredible as I imagine?”

  “Fuck off. And stop fantasizing about my woman before I rip your eyes out and you really will need a service dog.”

  As his idiotic brother howled with laughter, Sawyer hung up. Placing his phone on the nightstand again, he sent Brea—who’d abandoned her masturbation performance and was now sitting up in bed—a look of apology. “Sorry. I thought the call might be important. It wasn’t.”

  She grinned. “Let me guess, one of your brothers calling to give you shit about leaving with me the other night, right?”

  He nodded in annoyance. “Noble, the prick.”

  “I still feel bad that we just dumped Ozzie on your family.”

  “Don’t. I called Mom yesterday while you were taking a nap. He’s doing fine.”

  “Good. What time do we need to be at the ranch?”

  “Couple hours.”

  Brea stood and walked toward him. Reaching down, she tickled the tips of her fingers up and down his hardened cock. “Why don’t we have a little quickie in the shower, get dressed, and then grab some breakfast before we head to work?”

  She could have suggested he put on a frilly pink tutu and dance Swan Lake in the middle of Main Street, and Sawyer wouldn’t have refused.

  “I’ll start the water,” he offered, but didn’t move. He couldn’t. Her feathery-light caresses had stolen the muscle control from his legs. Instead, he delved into her silky mouth. Tangling his tongue with hers, Sawyer dropped a hand between her legs and teased her already wet and swollen nub.

  Somehow they made it to the bathroom and into the shower. But instead of soaping her up and washing her hair, as he’d enjoyed the past two days, Sawyer pressed her up against the tile and aligned his crest to her opening.

  “Oh, god,” she groaned and wiggled her ass, taking a few more inches of him inside her steamy slit.

  “Sorry, but you said a quickie. I’m simply trying to accommodate your wishes.”

  “Oh, you are. But I think I’m the one trying to accommodate you at the moment. Where did you get such a huge, fat dick?”

  “I didn’t order it off the computer. I was born this way.” He chuckled against her ear before nibbling at the lobe. “Relax, darlin’, let me inside your snug, sweet pussy.”

  Twisting the massaging showerhead free, Sawyer aimed the pulsating spray at her clit. Brea yelped, then gripped his hand and tilted the angle a bit higher. She clutched around him with a pitiful moan as he sank balls deep inside her steamy tunnel. The sounds of wet slapping skin melded with grunts and cries of bliss. And when they shattered together, the reverberation of Brea’s screams echoed in his ears for several long, glorious seconds.

  When they stepped out of the shower, Sawyer wrapped her in a big, fluffy towel and pulled her against him. As he dropped kisses through the beaded-up water on her shoulders, she rested her head against his chest.

  “You’d better watch out. I could grow accustomed to this style of pampering.”

  “Good, ’cause I’m going to pamper the pants off you,” Sawyer growled.

  “Too late. You already have…numerous times, but feel free to pamper me as long as you want.”

  “Even if it’s forever?”

  Sawyer felt her tense. No doubt she was frightened by his offer. But when she relaxed once more, and simply sent him an anxious nod, he wanted to throw his fist in the air and cheer. Her silent kiss sealed the deal, at least as far as he was concerned. Time would tell if she could grow accustomed to his love and open her heart to him.

  Brea’s skin tingled from both the amazing sex in the shower and the towel Sawyer had used to dry her with. Standing naked in his bedroom, she looked at the clothes she’d worn two days ago, piled in the corner. When she wasn’t running around his house naked, she’d covered up in one of his flannel shirts. With a shrug, she dressed in her own dirty clothes, but she wanted to wear something clean.

  “I’m going to run next door and change clothes,” she called to Sawyer, who was still in the bathroom. “Can I use Barbara’s extra key you’ve got?”

  Sawyer stepped into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush stuck in his mouth. Visions of living with a litany of men over the years doused her skin in an oily film of déjà vu. Brea swallowed tightly as she watched him fish his keys from his jean pocket. As he handed them to her, he plucked the toothbrush from his mouth.

  “I’ll go over and water the gardens while you change.”

  “Okay. I’ll meet you back at the truck.”

  Sawyer nodded, then flashed her a foamy grin before puckering his lips to kiss her. Brea laughed and backed away. “Oh, no, you don’t. Go spit that out, then you can kiss me.”

  “Uh-uh.”

  He shook his head and started chasing her around the room, nearly choking on toothpaste once or twice. She giggled and screamed for him to stay back as he wiggled his Crest-covered tongue at her. Brea raced into the hallway and down the stairs as his deep, rich laughter followed her out the door. She felt like a dolt for even thinking about the dreadful pricks from her past. Sawyer was nothing, absolutely nothing like them. Thank god.

  She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she donned clean clothes in the guest room of Barbara’s house. Never in her wildest dreams had Brea thought a man with Sawyer’s playful spirit existed. He was buckets full of crazy, in a good way, and every minute she spent with him was new and exciting. And the sex? Holy fuck! It was the best dirty sex she’d ever had. She heard angels sing with every orgasm Sawyer dragged from her. She’d never known she could be this happy, or that life could be so grand.

  As she zipped up her jeans, she thought what being with him forever would be like. It would be so much easier if she had a crystal ball, but she didn’t. She’d have to take one day at a time. Though she’d spent two nights with him, her things were still at Barbara’s and the ranch. Brea hadn’t moved in with the man, so that was progress, right?

  “A slightly altered version of it.” She snorted at her own absurdity. “He even made the earth and stars collide and you didn’t profess your undying love for him. Now that’s progress right there. Huge progress.”

  No, she hadn’t told Sawyer that she loved him, but she did. Still, Brea wasn’t ready to say the words. In her warped mind, she figured if she didn’t spill the beans, she could still control her emotions…namely protect her heart.

  News flash…you’ve already lost your heart.

  She frowned. “Okay, so I obviously still need a little work on that blowing smoke up my own ass thing…but I’m working on it, dammit!” She tugged on her T-shirt and sighed. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know!”

  She heard water running toward the back of the house and guessed that Sawyer was taking care of the plants. Brea took a few extra minutes to blow-dry her hair. She didn’t bother with makeup. Ten minutes at the ranch and it would be melting off her face. She didn’t want to scare the poor kids looking like a scary raccoon.

  As she bru
shed her teeth, her stomach growled. But it was her need for caffeine that had her body’s cravings at DEFCON one.

  When she hurried downstairs, she didn’t hear the water running anymore but peered out the kitchen window anyway. With no sign of Sawyer, she grabbed his keys off the coffee table and rushed out the front door. Just as she was about to leap off the stairs, she spotted him…arms wrapped around a tall, willowy redhead standing next to a gleaming silver Mercedes sports car. Skidding to a halt on the wooden slats of Barbara’s porch, Brea pressed a palm to her heart and stared.

  She couldn’t hear what the couple was saying…she wasn’t sure she really wanted to. Unable to move, she watched as Sawyer gripped the redhead by the shoulders and stared into her eyes. Brea’s heart sputtered and threatened to stop. The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, from the top of her perfectly coiffed hair to her designer clothes and shoes. She made the three bitches in Sawyer’s hot tub look like mud-crawling skanks. Brea could barely breathe, especially when Sawyer sent the redhead a smile—the same one he’d used to draw Brea into his web of lies so he could crush her moronic and pitifully stupid fantasies. Tears slid down Brea’s cheeks.

  When the woman reached up and cupped his face, Sawyer leaned in and kissed her. Kissed her right on her collagen-filled lips.

  As if smacked upside the head with a bag of dicks, Brea erupted in a white-hot rage.

  After bolting off the porch, biting back her sobs, she ran across the lawn as if the hounds of hell were nipping her heels. With Sawyer’s keys cupped in her hand, Brea raised her arm over her head. “Here’s your keys, you fucking asshole. I hope you rot in hell!”

  Sawyer turned. His eyes were wide like saucers as she launched the heavy ring at him. They nailed him right between the legs. He let out a strangled cry and doubled over before folding to his knees. She didn’t wait to see if he recovered…eventually he would. Besides, Miss Rich America was already crouching down beside him, rubbing his back and shooting daggers Brea’s way.

  She turned and raced back to her temporary house, refusing to let him see her cry like a four-year-old who’d just dropped her ice cream. The minute she stepped onto the porch, she realized her mistake in throwing the keys. She was locked out…again!