Page 24 of Ghosted By Texas

“I really don’t give a shit about your lover’s quarrels, Austin.”

“You should, since we were arguing about you.”

“Not sure why either of you would bother. She won whatever game she was playing a long time ago and you gave her the win. The two of you continued with your fucked up relationship since then, so that’s like a win-win for both of you guys. There was nothing to argue about.”

“Becs,” he pleaded. I shook my head and tried to wiggle out of his grip, but the bastard was unrelenting and pushed forward so I was trapped between his incredibly strong body and the refrigerator door.

“Why are you here? Doing this…” I wasn’t proud of the fact that anyone saw me whine like a baby, but exhaustion really had kicked in hard. “Working all night in my own personal hellscape was beyond exhausting, please, leave me alone so I can go get some sleep.”

“Why was it your personal hellscape?” He pushed.

I pushed back, physically. My hands landed with one on his firm pectoral and the other on his freaking washboard abs. In my dreams of Karmic balance, the bastard had a beer belly, flabby arms, and he’d gone bald. Unfortunately, even Karma was not on my side. What had I ever done to deserve the life I’d been given?

When Austin didn’t budge, I did the only thing left to do. My dignity hit an all-time low as the tears, that threatened to wreck me all night, finally made their true appearance along with accompanying gut-wrenching sobs. I leaned forward so that my forehead rested on the middle of Austin’s chest and let loose the deluge of six-years’ worth of pent-up emotions. Later, the blame for my emotional breakdown would fall on the sheer exhaustion I faced after being awake for almost twenty-four hours.

Austin held me there, as I completely soaked his shirt with my salty tears, until my legs gave out. Then, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on my unmade bed. I couldn’t move beyond the tiny little hiccups caused by the endless sob-fest.

It didn’t even register what he was doing, when the man started to pull the shoes off my feet, the dress I wore soon followed, and I was stripped down to just my panties and bra. If I hadn’t been so fucking wiped out, there probably would have been a dark joke in there about how Austin seemed to like his women stripped down to their underwear, crazy, and vulnerable. Instead, I closed my eyes and drifted off into the dark oblivion of a much-needed sleep.

In my dream, there was a man’s body wrapped around mine, emitting warmth that made me snuggle closer. February was still cold as shit and my heat was set at a balmy sixty-four degrees to save on the electric bill. I was rarely home and when I was, it was to sleep. I enjoyed snuggling under cozy blankets, so normally it seemed perfect to keep the temperature that low. Dream me devised other ways to stay nice and toasty. Too bad dream me and real me couldn’t get together and make it happen in the waking world.

Sure, relationships scared the crap out of me, especially considering how my last attempt at a relationship ended. Still, that didn’t mean I didn’t get lonely and crave the touch of another person. I snuggled even closer, completely done in by the masculine aroma that damn near obliterated my senses. It was something dark and spicy mixed with the perfect amount of enticingly yummy pheromones. Whatever it was, dream dude’s scent tripped my trigger and transformed my lulled, cozy self into a horny lust hound in a matter of seconds.

My body itched to get closer even though his arms were wrapped around me, our legs seemed to be tangled together, and my lips were petting his slightly hairy chest. Okay, in reality, I was kissing my dream dude’s chest while attempting to wiggle even closer. The bulge that greeted my efforts signified that either me being wrapped in his arms, or the wiggling I’d been doing, was having the same effect on him.

Either way, sleepy, dreamtime me was ready to take full advantage. I wanted my dream guy to ravage me before we both woke up and poofed away into naughty dreamland again. If I wasn’t going to get dick in real life, might as well enjoy the fruits of my very active imagination.

“You better mean it,” the very male voice rumbled from above me as I fished his exceptionally hard cock out of his boxer briefs. There really was no time to undress. This was a dream after all. Our clothes would magically fall off at some point anyway. That was the best part about dreams. Less work. More enjoyment.

“Mmm.” The sleepy moan that escaped from my slightly parted mouth, as the man of my literal dreams slipped his fingers inside my panties, should have been enough stimulation to wake me fully. Instead, I luxuriated in the way it felt when he then swiped those same fingers up my slickened slit before pinching hold of my clit and driving me absolutely wild.

“Oh God!” I groaned the words deep from my throat as he quickly pulled my panties aside and rolled us in one fell swoop, so I was lying on my back as he hovered above me. After gaging that my body was ready for him, my wonderful dream lover didn’t hesitate to shove himself deep inside me.

To my surprise, considering the dream state I was in, it hurt quite a bit. Sex had not been on the menu for nearly a year, despite a few hot and steamy make out sessions and a little oral play from a date six months previous. The discomfort at finally having a man inside me again would have been expected, if it was happening in real life and not a dream. For the first time, I opened my eyes and realized I knew the chest of the man who thrust into me with wild abandon.

“Austin?” While I questioned whether it was really him or dream him in my groggy, just waking state of mind, his name sounded more like a moan of encouragement. He took it exactly that way, considering his thrusts drove harder into my body as those talented hands of his glided along my fiery skin, grabbing, holding, exploring, and my favorite of all, pinching in all the right places. The man always knew just when to apply the pressure to make me combust.

Sunlight slipped through the slightly parted curtains and caught me in the eye as I threw my head back in orgasmic bliss. Unfortunately, the unexpected light chilled the feeling almost as quickly as it had begun. I tapped on Austin’s chest to get him to stop and hop off me because I couldn’t get my voice to work. The shock of waking up to sex with him for the first time in six years sort of fried my synapses.

“Please, don’t let this be happening,” I mumbled to myself. “No, no, no!” I groaned as I tapped his chest again only to realize he was already at the point of no return.

“Fuck! Becs, you always felt like heaven and home to me.”

I didn’t think it was possible for a person’s heart to shatter more than once in a lifetime, but that was what happened as I lie there in shock, digesting the words he’d just given me. Ones I wished he had come close to six years ago before everything came crashing down. No, they weren’t the three little words every girl seemingly longed to hear. They were more poignant to me. To be someone’s home, their anchor, was far more than simple love or lust cloaked as love. Feeling like you were someone’s home was everything.

That was what I’d always felt for Austin. It was the whole reason I’d given him another chance after that fateful date where Jordan happened to be at the movies when they let out. Come to think of it, I would bet money Jordan placed herself there on purpose that night. Not that it mattered now.

“You need to get off,” I finally managed to verbalize.

“I just did, beautiful.”

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Get off me,” I replied forcefully. “I need to go to the bathroom. You just came inside me without a condom.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’re on the pill.”

“No, I’m not. I was on the pill six fucking years ago. I stopped taking them, for almost a year now, since they were causing debilitating migraines.”

“Shit!” He jumped up so fast, he should have won some kind of Olympic award.

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