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Yanking the thin material of my swimsuit to one side, he slid a finger inside me, his mouth nipping my neck as a low noise bubbled up from somewhere deep in his chest. “God, you’re so tight, Em.”
I cried out as he added another finger, rubbing his thumb over my clit, my back arching with need.
“Please, Tan. I can’t wait. I need you inside me.”
Removing his fingers, my body mourned the loss of his touch, but seconds later, the head of his cock nudged against my entrance. His eyes met mine, desire burning brightly. Planting his hands on my hips, he slammed inside me so hard I struggled to breathe and he kept slamming. It was primal. My body stretched around his cock and the burn sent shock waves of pleasure surging through me. It was a lot. It was dirty as hell. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him. I bucked my hips, riding his length. When he rubbed my clit with his fingers, I came hard, screaming his name, my excitement spilling from me. Close to the edge, his cock swelled, and his breathing became ragged as he dug his fingers into my hips. I cried out again as someone knocked on the door. Confused, I heard the knock again, and my eyes flew open.
“Emmy? Are you okay? I heard you screaming from down the hall.”
Breathless, sweating, and with my arousal collecting between my thighs from my porno-level sex dream, I tried to speak. “I—I’m good. Thanks, Gray, just a weird nightmare. Thanks for checking on me.” My voice sounded husky and my body felt like it had been electrified, making even the smallest movement of my pajamas across my skin too much to bear.
“You sure, Emmy? It sounded bad. Do you want me to kiss it better?”
“Weirdo. Go back to bed. I’m all good.”
“Okay. But if you need me just shout. Promise?”
“I promise. Night,” I called, trying to keep my voice light and breezy.
Humiliated, I pressed my face into the covers and groaned.What the hell was that?I thought back to the parts of the dream I remembered and blushed at what I’d imagined doing to him… wanting him to do to me.
Damn those rock star pheromones.
He’d been so sweet in the pool, holding me while I spilled my secrets, promising to keep me safe. I’d always thought I was a lost cause—a magnet for douchebags—but maybe he was right; hiding didn’t seem to work. I needed a different approach. I needed a Plan B.
Despite trying to distract myself with Plan B ideas, I couldn’t shake the dream or stop my brain from questioning why I was having those sorts of dreams about someone who was paying me to be here. My clit throbbed at the memory of him inside me, and I cursed its reaction. It had been happily dormant for years, but now it had woken up and appeared to be chasing a good time.I mean, who knew women could even come involuntarily in their sleep?
As I lay there, with the early morning light streaming in through the windows, there was a soft knock on my door. “Emmy, are you okay? Gray said you’d had a nightmare. Let me in so I can check you’re alright.”
I sighed, padding over to the door. I opened it, struggling to swallow as I took him in. Overwhelmed by the memories of that dream, but also by the sight of this actual rock god standing in front of me.
Tanner was tall, lean, and ripped. His hairless chest, muscular arms, and perfectly defined abs covered in tattoos that, from what I could see, stretched from his hips to his neck. Birds, butterflies, a mermaid, a snake that wrapped up his forearm, flowers, feathers, tiny symbols, and quotes scattered across his skin in a kaleidoscope of color. It didn’t seem like there was any plan or pattern to them, just the result of someone who wanted to cover his skin in art. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, showing off the delicious V carved into his hips, which pointed down to the thick outline of his cock, making me wonder if he was semi-hard or if it was an actual monster.
“You’re breathing funny, Em. Are you okay, angel? Talk to me. I know the pool, opening up to me, it was a lot. Is that what your nightmare was about?”
“Seriously, Gray woke you up?” Flames flushed my cheeks as my embarrassment burned through me. “He shouldn’t have done that. It was just a weird dream. Probably because we’re traveling. My body’s confused. Go back to bed, Tanner, please,” I begged, folding my arms over my chest, feeling very exposed. As if he could see right into my head, discovering all the wayward thoughts I’d had about him in my dream.
“I’m not leaving you in a state, Em. I promised to protect you, and that includes from night-time terrors and monsters who make you wake up screaming.”
“Stop being ridiculous,” I spluttered. “I’m a grown woman. I can have a nightmare and it not be a big deal.” I huffed, trying to hide the nerves dancing around my belly from having him so close while my body still pulsed with the after-effects of my sleep-induced orgasm.
He stalked towards me, closing the space between us, and my treacherous clit cheered with delight. Seriously, I wish she’d stayed dormant because now it felt like she was out of control.
Pushing my hair back from my face, my breath hitched as his fingers skimmed my shoulder. “Look how jumpy you are, Em. I’m worried about you. Maybe you should speak to my therapist. Being on tour is a lot. I get it. He can help you talk through whatever is going on in your head. I can call him tomorrow and book you an—”
“God, Tanner, if it will shut you up and get you to let me get some sleep… I had a dream, alright. A weird sex dream. I wasn’t having a nightmare. I was having a good time, apparently. Gray woke me. It’s not like I could tell him, could I? I appreciate your concern for me. I really do, but I’m embarrassed enough without you making a big deal of it.” Running my fingers through my hair, I started to pace back and forth in front of him, suddenly full of nervous energy. “Please, just forget I said anything. Oh my God, why did I say anything? What is happening to me?”
I couldn’t help but notice the confused look on his face, as if he wasn’t sure if he should be angry or laugh.
“So, why are you telling me about your dream, Emmy? If you couldn’t tell Gray, were you dreaming about him?” His face tensed as he stepped back from me. I didn’t know why I cared that he seemed mad, but I did.
Linking my fingers in his, I wanted to stop him from moving too far away from me, and I didn’t want him to be angry with me. “There is only one pheromone-filled Cosmic God that climbed into my dream and it wasn’t the twins and I don’t go for girls. Now, I’ve stroked your ego enough, Tan. Get out of my room and let me sleep.”
He leaned into me, looking like the cat who got the cream, gripping my hand tighter. “I could stay, Em. Keep those nasty nightmares away.” His voice was so low it vibrated through my body, puckering my nipples.
“I had a dream, rock star, not a stroke. I’m not falling for that chestnut. Go to bed, Tanner. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He placed a light kiss on my temple before letting go of my hand and turning to leave, while I got to appreciate him from behind as he walked away.
