Page 75 of Ex Somnis

Stay. Do not fucking wake up right now, Ridge.

I haven’t been this close to losing control in a dream in years.

I lean down over her back and bite her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp, immediately soothing it with my tongue. My hand slides up to wrap around her throat, tilting her head back so my chin rests on top of her head while I stay buried deep.

My other hand slips between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, messy circles.

“Ridge, fuck!”

“Yeah?” I growl against her ear, nibbling the shell before biting down. “You feel that? You feel how deep I am?”

I start moving in slow, punishing thrusts that rock her whole body against the bed.

“Do you think this is real?” Thrust. “How dare you leave me alone in this?” Thrust. “I was losing my fucking mind, sweetheart. Every. Single. Night.”

She moans louder, pushing back to meet me. I ease off her, my hand releasing her throat to slap her ass again, harder, the sound cracking through the room. She yelps, clenching around my dick so tight I almost black out again.

I rub the sting away tenderly, then slap her again on the other cheek.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” I growl, fucking her harder now, fingers working her clit again. “Needed me to remind this greedy little pussy who it belongs to. You walk into 5D without me and think I won’t punish you for it?”

“Ridge, please.”

Her plea has me reaching for her again, this time tightening my grip on her throat just enough, pulling her back against my chest as I drive into her, needing to feel all of her.

“I was going fucking crazy,” I rasp against her ear, voice breaking with everything I couldn’t say for seven days. “Not knowing if you were okay. Not being able to reach you. And you just… fuck.”

I slip my hand from between her legs and slap her ass again, then rub it soothingly, over and over, making punishment and care tangle together until I can’t tell which is which anymore.

Her dreamscape flickers again, but I hold my emotions together by sheer force of will and the feel of her around me.

“I’m not the only one who was worried sick, you know that?” I growl against her ear, tightening my grip on her throat.

She gasps, clenching around me.

“Paul…” thrust “… or your little baby boy…” thrust “… they’re both at your bedside right now, sitting there, watching over your body while you’re in here playing hero.”

I slam into her harder, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the dreamscape.

“They should be here with me,” I rasp. “Fucking you one after the other. Making sure this greedy little pussy gets thoroughly punished for scaring the shit out of all of us.”

Her breath catches, her whole body going tight around me at the idea alone.

“Ridge…” She doesn’t finish it, but she doesn’t have to. I feel the answer in the way she clenches around me, needy and unmistakable.

“Yeah?” I ask anyway, because I want her to say it. “You want them here too?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, so quiet I almost lose it under the sound of our bodies. “Please.”

The dream bends to my will or rather hers.

Two more sets of arms grow right under mine—Paul’s steady ones and Nevan’s rough ones—hovering for half a second before they settle on her body as if they belong there.

Paul’s hands cup her heavy breasts from below, massaging them firmly, thumbs circling and pinching her nipples until she cries out. Nevan’s hand slides between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles in time with my thrusts. My hand stays wrapped around her throat while the other fists in her hair, yanking her head back so I can bite the side of her neck.

Lennon quakes.

“Fuck, Ridge… oh my God!”