Closer now, Shane saw that Tess was taller than her, and was reminded the girl did not need to stretch her body to reach his lips. Instead, she stood firm, Tess’s feet planted between his, her body supported by long, lean legs; her muscles tight, curves exquisite.
Exquisite. Interesting way to watch Shane, she scolded.
Shane couldn’t stop watching as the kiss unfolded. Tess’s soft lips touched his. He didn’t kiss her back. She kissed him again, taking his lower lip between hers, sucking. It was caught gently between her teeth as she opened her golden eyes and stared into his. His body did not soften to her, but his eyes did. It was a subtle barely-there shift, and if Shane hadn’t known him the way she did, she might not have noticed.
In the dream state, Shane was close enough to touch them. With the shift in his eyes came a shift in the air; Shane felt the electric current running through the air. It seemed to wrap around them, pulling them closer.
When Tess broke the kiss, as steady and intentionally as when she’d begun it, all the tension in his body released. He stood for only a moment before he dropped his head to her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her. She’d held him then, taking all the affection he had to give, giving him comfort. At the moment, she held sway over him. Shane knew him well enough to know this.
The memory continued, and they moved into the elevator, doors closing behind them. It was here her actual memory of the kiss stopped.
Shane drifted in the sleepy state, letting herself fall into the dream as she followed them into the elevator.
They were alone. Ryan stood at the back of the elevator, leaning into the mirrored golden glass. It was a little too bright. His hands rested gently on the brass grab bar that ran the perimeter of the elevator.
In the light, Tess seemed to shimmer. Her golden hair shifted like silk over her shoulders. She stood next to him but did not touch him; instead, she moved to face him before she stepped away. Tess looked at the limited control panel inside the elevator. The bellman controlled the floors, there were no buttons to push, and still, Tess found what she’d sought. When she turned to face Ryan, she was smug and satisfied. Tess had stopped the elevator.
In Shane’s dream, there were no words. Just the steady beat of her heart. Shane could tell she was asleep. Somewhere in the distance beyond the walls of the elevator, she could hear her own breathing- a steady cadence just beyond her heartbeat. Strange, so strange, she thought. Then the thought fell away because Tess was touching him now, and Shane wanted to watch.
Tess’s hands were on his waist. She pressed her hips into his and swayed against him. His eyes revealed no emotion but remained locked on hers. He did not reach for her. Shane watched as curiosity replaced her jealousy.
Ryan didn’t move. He was her prey, heart racing, blood pumping as he spent all his energy to remain motionless. He leaned into the golden glass. The opposite wall reflected their images to him, even though Tess’s body partially blocked his. It was obvious her body was a perfect complement to his; her slender curves created a lovely contrast to his height and strength. Her light to his dark something about that, though.
Her golden hair and bright eyes were the outward perceptions of light, but darkness burned inside her. Shane had sensed that.
There was a depth between them that Shane recognized but didn’t quite understand. Shane could feel Tess’s darkness growing, the shadow in her eyes, and the evident joy in drawing out Ryan’s reluctant desire. His stormy eyes and dark hair were a stark contrast to Tess’s outer light, but Ryan had never revealed the inner darkness Shane witnessed now in Tess.
Behind his eyes lay light and humor- an easy way that drew her to him and kept her close.
Shane understood the conflict he faced immediately; a knowing as clear as her knowledge that Tess understood it too and delighted in it.
He stayed still.
His body was long and lean, tall enough to rest his ass on the handrails. His eyes stayed hard and steady, unwillingly letting it mirror his emotions. Only his hands revealed what words did not say. His fingers curled around the brass bar, holding on. His grip firm and tight. Tess's tiny hands found their way to his waist, pulling her hips into his. She drew close, her body closing the gap between them like a zipper. Her hands moved from the front of his body to his back, up his sinewy muscle and bone that made him a delight to behold. His muscles tightened beneath the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t let go of the bar.
Tess kept her body close, hands moving down, over his hips, finding his hands. She traced her fingers over his knuckles and fingers, a brief interlude before she moved on. Her hands ran over his body, exploring, from his forearms to biceps that kept his t-shirts bulging, strength contained behind the thin fabric to his shoulders.
Jesus, Shane loved his shoulders. The way they filled out his clothes, how easily the strength contained in them allowed him to hoist her easily from the floor, the way they felt under her thighs as his mouth moved against her.
She heard a hitch in her breathing and willed sleep. Her heartbeat that kept time like a metronome just beyond the golden glass of the elevator walls had quickened.
Shhhhh. She cooed, coxing herself to deeper sleep. Shane wanted to watch what was going to happen next.
Tess’s hands continued to explore the expanse of his body over the contour of his shape and size. Touching his neck and caressing his face, she drew closer again, closing the gap between them for a moment with their lips close enough to touch, but she didn’t move. There was no kiss, and Shane heard him exhale as Tess drew back. She knew his body was tight and stiff, on the edge of wanting. Her knowledge as certain as knowing her own panties were damp with desire.
Shane wanted Tess to touch him too.
Tess seemed to slither down him, her legs moving in tandem, allowing her pretty breasts to slide against his chest and belly, moving down against his thickness, his desire. The cock that got harder as she pressed into him, slinking her way back up the length of his body. Shane saw his chest hitch, his breath coming faster now. His anticipation climbed as his desire increased. Exactly as she wanted. Tess drew passion from him. It was a game, and now, he wanted her to touch him with all the heat that burned inside him and did not want her to touch him at exactly the same time. He was caught.
Shane watched his struggle intrigued with his inner battle as she was with the way her thighs tightened together, tingling.
Tess began to unbutton her blouse, one button unbuttoned
Two buttons unbuttoned.
Three buttons. Four buttons. Five buttons unbuttoned.
She slipped her perfectly manicured hand into her blouse, never taking her eyes off his and slipped her perfectly shaped breast out for him to see. Her ivory skin was puckering into a perfect pink nipple, standing at attention just for him.
Then Tess unleashed the other breast, her lovely chest exposed for his viewing pleasure, and…
God, if he could just let loose of that bar. He could touch. Shane pressed her legs together, pleasure seeping through the dream.
His fingers tightened on the handrail.
Tess moved in, closing the gap between them, and this time her naked skin pressed against the fabric of his polo. Hands moving slowly over him, she kissed him- lips on lips, warm and wanting as she unbuckled his belt.
He did not close his eyes.
He did not take his eyes off hers as she moved down him.
She was sultry and smooth; strength beneath the softness allowed her to take complete control over his body and hers.
Gazing up at him, she licked her lips, tasting their initial kiss betraying no emotion. His belt hung open now with his cock pressing painfully against the fabric of his khaki pants. Her hands untucked his polo, undressing him as slowly as she'd undressed.
God. Shane heard herself moan, wanting. The golden glass of the elevator shimmered.
Shhhh. She let herself sink back into the dream as the walls solidified. Shhh.
Tess’s perfect hands had dro
pped to his khaki, and now his unzipped pants hung open to reveal the bulging cock beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Shane wanted to touch. She wanted Tess to touch too.
Tess moved in closer, lips breathing heat against the fabric. He was breathing hard now, holding on to the handrail, to steady himself. Shane could see the tremor of his legs.
Tess drew back, her stance easy and legs limber as she knelt before him. She took her time, drawing back as she moved her hands up the length of his muscular legs, to wrap her hands around the thickness of his thighs and his tight ass. Tess pulled him into her, her lips parted to feel him through the binding fabric.
She squeezed and pulled him forward with those perfect fingers, as she pressed her lips into his desire; squeeze and press, creating a gentle rhythm that made him close his eyes. His head dropped back in submission; his open eyes unseeing.
He said nothing.
Her fingers were under the fabric of his pants now, teasing at the edges just under his belt, and with little work, his pants slid down, exposing his well-defined body underneath.
She moved her hands over his ass and thighs, across his flat belly tight with desire. His legs were visibly trembling now. Shane squeezed her thighs together.
Tess was looking up at him. His gaze had come back to her, and she held him there, steady instructing him with her eyes. Watch me.
Please. Shane found the words forming in her mind. She wanted to see what was coming next.
Tess’s beautiful fingers slid under the boxer briefs and slipped them down over his ass, his giant cock throbbing from her touch and lack of touch. She slid the briefs down to the floor and traced the muscles of his legs back up. Licking her lips, Tess moved her mouth to the tip of his bulging cock. Shane saw him shudder.
Tess traced the length of him with her fingertips, feeling her way over his throbbing cock. She curled her fingers around him and began to stroke as she took him inside her mouth. He was big, Shane knew this. It took two hands to get off properly.
Tess knew too. Moving her lips over the tip, she took him deeper with each thrust. She wrapped both hands around the base of his cock to please him with her mouth and hands. His body was rocked in time with hers, thrusting into her open mouth, as he held on to the grab bar.
Shane watched him shudder and could hear his breathing now, ragged and filled with desire. Tess was taking him higher. Shane’s thighs and pussy tingled with excitement as she watched, fascinated.
Tess had stopped the hand job, drawing his pleasure out as she took him deep and slowed into her mouth. With one hand, she held his balls, high and tight in her hand stroking as her lips closed around the base of his cock. Her other hand was between his legs and barely moving. With a twist of her wrist, Shane watched as Ryan obeyed and shifted his feet further apart to widen his stance. Shane watched the scene unfold, knowing what would happen next. His full weight was on the grab bar now, knuckles white, and his legs were shaking barely able to hold on.
And she knew that Tess had entered him with her perfectly manicured finger as he was held captive in her lips, his cock pressing against the back of her throat while she squeezed his painfully full balls. He shuddered and then she came…
The orgasms welled up between Shane’s legs rolling over her with a pleasure she’d never known. Trembling, she woke mid climax and rode the wave again as her fingers worked the next orgasm and the one after to higher heights. Deeply satisfied Shane slipped back to sleep, the memory of the golden beauty with Ryan’s cock buried deep in her mouth imprinted in her mind.
CHAPTER 6
Update
S hane opened her eyes, her body relaxed and refreshed. The deep and dreamless sleep left her trying to find her place, so much had happened. Sunlight streamed through the windows breaking through the darkness of the blackout curtains. Golden light streamed in between the floor to ceiling panels, creeping in where the curtains dusted the floor. Shane lay still, her body content to lie against the mattress, her head nestled into the pillow. Not exactly wanting to get up but feeling well-rested for the first time in weeks. She allowed her mind to go over last night’s memory, trying to remember yesterday’s events.
They came back to her in order of utmost distress. Micah! Micah’s breath ceasing on the floor in the lobby of the hotel, her waiting alone at the hospital without answers, watching Tess kiss Ryan from across the hotel lobby, and then there was the dream.
The dream. Her body stirred with the memory, the dream of Tess and Ryan, and how she's pleased him almost against his will. Holding him at bay between wanting and not wanting her until she'd broken through and pleased him and taking his pleasure to heights beyond, well beyond what Shane had imagined. Shane’s lips curled into a smile.
Honestly, she hadn’t seen his pleasure. She’d just experience hers. Little slutty voyeur. “Where can I get more of that?” She asked out loud to the empty room. Her voice was deep with sleep, unused and rusty.
She shifted in her bed; Shane felt the cold of the unused sheets against her skin and tried to find the warmth again while searching for her phone. What time was it anyway? She’d missed three calls, two from Lila and one from Ryan about ten minutes ago. That may have been what woke her.
Shane flung back the sheets and slid out of bed. Twenty minutes later, she had showered and dressed. She texted Ryan.
“How is everyone this morning?”
His response was prompt. He’d been watching for her response.
“Good. I’m heading up to the hospital. Can you come? No business today, recovering from last night’s events.”
"Of course." She responded. “See you in the lobby.”
***
She dropped her phone and applied the final touches to her makeup. Her reflection stared back steadily with indigo eyes, her dark hair a tumble of curls. She’d dressed in jeans with low black boots and a black off-shoulder top. Dark colors always set off her eyes. She looked good like she wasn’t trying.
That was her favorite look.
Ryan was waiting in the lobby. She felt his eyes on her when she stepped off the elevator. Her stomach tightened, caught between wanting and not wanting as he had been in her dream. What had happened when he’d stepped on to the elevator with Tess? The dream had done away with any trace of jealousy, only raising her curiosity.
His eyes were ringed with dark circles and boasted of a sleepless night. His dark hair tousled carelessly, combed with worried fingers. He was also dressed in denim and boots. His hiking boots paired with a t-shirt and black pullover. She spotted Vino’s logo. Nice touch, working them while not working.
He was on his feet and moving toward her with two cups of coffee, not able to stay still and let her come to him.
She slowed her pace as he approached and reached for him as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. Her hands found his waist, and he paused a bit longer than he should have. She recognized the beat now as desire. She’d seen it clearly but had been unable to name it when he greeted Tess. Deep - this motherfucker was deep, and this morning, he was nervous. A whirlwind of worry over Micah and guilt over what he didn’t even know she’d witnessed, she guessed. Shane sought his worried and tired eyes.
“How did you sleep?”
“Not great. Once we got back from the hospital, I tossed and turned. The sleep I did get was restless.” He smiled wistfully. “I needed you.”
Nodding, she returned a warm smile.
“Listen,” his tired eyes shifted from hers to the floor, to something over her shoulder and back to her eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t connect with you while we were waiting during Micah’s surgery. Everything happened so fast.” He paused. “Tess was so upset.”
She wanted to soothe him, and when she said the words, she meant them. "It's okay." He searched her face, and she leaned into him. “Come on. Lets’ go. It’s okay.” He was her friend. He was incredible in bed. Her body stirred at the thought. He was her co-worker…her delicious co-worker. She pushed that away wantin
g to focus on the task at hand. She was so good at completing the task at hand.
“How is Micah this morning?”
“He had a good night.” His fingers brushed her hand and intertwining with hers. He nodded to an SUV that had come to a stop a few meters ahead of them.
“Our ride is here.” Shane let him usher her into the SUV. He reached for her again, and she allowed him to pull her close as she tucked into his side. His fingers curled around her leg, absently tracing patterns on her thigh. The heat between them was ever-present. She basked in it during the ride to the hospital, grateful for his attention and the distraction. By the time the driver pulled into the drop off at the hospital, her desire was warm and nicely stoked. He hadn’t even been trying. It was not the same as looking good without trying.
Brother better try.
Shane slid out of the SUV first and stepped aside to make space for Ryan. He caught her hand in his and led her through the hospital’s automatic doors. His fingers radiated heat like the sun. She followed, quickening her steps to match his.
He led them through the maze of hospital corridors to the elevator bank that would take them to the ICU. She wanted to comfort him. Her mind a tumble of thoughts. She pressed into him, his well-muscled arm hard against her belly and breasts, and his fingers tightened against hers.
“Any last-minute updates?” She asked.
“No, not really. No word since,” He paused and took his phone out of his pocket, seeking the answer “Six-thirty this morning when the doctors came by. He’s still under observation. Breathing on his own. No news is probably good news.”
She was nodding along. Yes. No news was probably good news.
An elevator dinged, doors opening. She started in, pulling him along.
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