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That brought out a loud bark of laughter from me.
For the rest of the day, we played juvenile card games and laughed. We ended up having the remainder of my pretzels and some of the jerky for dinner. I’d never been so glad to have bought a super-sized bag of that shit in my life.
When the sun went down, we straightened up the chairs and put away the cards. Since we had no running water, we’d been going outside to piss. I’d found a crushed roll of paper towels that she used as toilet paper, and we made do the best we could.
Weird as it may be, she was able to clean our hands afterward. Not that I could prove she hadn’t, but I took her word for it and hoped she wasn’t fucking with me. The temperature had dropped, and while it was definitely warmer inside the building than out, it was still noticeably colder inside than it was with the sun shining in the window.
Candle in hand, we made our way back to the only room with a bed and kicked off our boots. She mated her socks and dropped them in her tall boots while I simply dropped mine to the floor one by one. Then we climbed onto the bed and turned on our sides with our backs to each other.
“Goodnight,” she whispered.
“Goodnight,” I murmured in reply and quickly felt myself dozing off. Again, I dreamed of Sloane.
Unfortunately, my dreams were horribly X-rated. Sloane was the star of the show, and I cupped those perfect tits as she straddled me. The heat of her pussy was noticeable through the layers of our clothes as she was grinding on my dick. Fuck, I didn’t want to wake up.
Releasing her perfect globes, I caressed her knees and smoothed my hands up her thighs until my thumbs traced the lace of the legs of her panties. I dipped them under the silky fabric and teased her plump wet lips before I used one thumb to circle her clit and one to slide through her soaking wet slit.
“Yesss,” she whispered as her head fell back. Teasingly, I moved the tip of my thumb forward and back before dipping into her core. My cock was painfully hard, and I was about to throw every last bit of resolve and rip off her panties. When she cupped her own tits, I groaned and thrust upward against her heat.
She was fucking beautiful—a dark goddess with pearly white skin that had an ethereal glow in the candlelit room.
“God, I want you,” I muttered. When her hand reached between us to wrap around my length over my jeans, I groaned and thrust into her palm. As she stroked, I thrust again, and I was about to come in my goddamn jeans like a kid in middle school. “Open them,” I demanded, figuring fuck it. It was a dream, and I could at least enjoy myself with her in the recesses of my mind.
Her hand fumbled with the button on my jeans. When she freed my cock from its confines and wrapped her soft hand around it, my eyes flew open, and I sucked in a hissed breath, because while she wasn’t straddling me, like in my dream, she had her hand in my pants, one leg thrown over mine, and her pussy grinding on my thigh. Her tits were pressed to my side and her hot breath fanned my throat.
“Sloane,” I said on a moan, as I wrapped my hand around hers to still its movement. My arm that was underneath was wrapped around her, under her skirt, and cupping her bare ass. Sweet Jesus.
She raised her head and looked down at me in confusion. In sleep, her midnight hair had tumbled free of its messy confines and rested in a sexy disarray around her shoulders. Then she blinked several times but didn’t speak. I cleared my throat and tried to pry her hand from my length. Instead of jumping free like I expected once she realized our position, she leaned closer until her lips barely brushed mine. Then she whispered in an almost desperate sounding cry, “Please.”
“Your brother,” I tried to argue, but it sounded weak to my own ears. To top it off, her fingers tightened around me and slowly stroked my length. I let out a stuttered groan of weakness.
“My brother doesn’t own me or control me,” she insisted as her lips feathered over mine. “Hell, he doesn’t evenknowme.”
A stronger man would’ve pushed her off.
I was not that man.
Lifting my head, I gave up the battle. I captured her full bottom lip in my teeth and tugged. A gasp escaped her as she squeezed me harder, causing my eyes to cross. She let out a surprised gasp when I grabbed her and lifted her to straddle me like she had been in my dream.
One thumb circled her clit, the other hooked the crotch of her panties and jerked them over. She soaked my hand that worked between her legs. Though I wanted to lift her to my face to taste her, I was damn near seeing double and needed to be inside her.
“Are you sure?” I asked, giving her one more chance to back out. I’d have to find a way to talk to Voodoo—make him understand. Just not yet. Fuck, I could barely think straight.
“Yes” was her breathy reply.
Unable to fight it any longer, I lifted her enough to raise my ass and push my jeans over my hips. The entire time, she slid her hot, wet slit along my length. With a groan, I used my other hand to work my jeans further down as she hovered over me. She leaned forward and traced my lower lip with her tongue once I got the stubborn denim out of the way. With a groan of surrender, I thrust up as I pulled her down onto my now rock-hard shaft.
The slight resistance registered at the same time as her cry of surprised pain.
“Oh no,” I moaned out as she was panting with her eyes screwed shut. “Fuck, Sloane. Goddamn it, why didn’t you say anything?”
Her breathing slowed, and she swallowed hard, then her brilliant eyes opened, glossy with tears. My heart stuttered and ached for her pain.
“Would you have given me this?” she finally asked, pale blue gaze locked with mine as she bravely tried to breathe through her discomfort.
Torn between what was right and what I wanted, I hesitated. “No,” I finally admitted.
Maybe I was a dick, but I’d have never hurt her like that if I’d known. I could’ve prepared her better. Except, in all honesty, she deserved someone who would be stable and stick around to share that gift with. Not someone who would be leaving soon.
