Page 58 of Wicked Dreams

My feet make the barest of noises when I land, and I take the time to toe off my shoes. Then shed my sweatshirt. My eyes adjust to the darkness, and I move to the edge of her bed. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted.

I wish I could fall asleep so easily.

I reach for her, brushing my fingertips along her jaw. When she doesn’t wake, I move lower. I drag the blankets down, exposing her threadbare t-shirt and shorts. Her legs are slim and pale. I touch them, too. Her skin is too soft.

Too alluring.

With pressure on her knee, she rolls onto her back.

My cock rises. It stiffens against my jeans with a mind of its own. Well, we are of similar mind—we want Margo.

I can wait to fuck her, but I need to taste her.

She shifts, her arm covering her chest. Her head turns, face almost completely in the pillow, and I chuckle.

It’s endearing when it shouldn’t be.

Carefully,slowly, I tug her sleep shorts down. I keep expecting her to wake up. It’s an eventuality I am planning for, and I really don’t want to miss her expression when she registers that I’m back.

This time, though, I have another thought.

Leaving her like that, I jump back and go to her closet. Obviously she has skirts—but after the first week, she stopped wearing them. Smiling to myself, I pull the pocketknife and flick it open. Without hesitation, I cut through her pants. One leg off on one, a rip through the apex on another. It would be fun to see her try and wear thesenow.

That’ll teach her to disobey me.

Satisfied, I return to the bed. I crawl up between her legs, pushing her thighs wider.

My face is right in front of her pussy, and I need to introduce myself. Her puffy lips, the clit hidden in its hood, the arousal seeping from her slit.

I lean forward and run my tongue through it, getting a burst of flavor. I’ve gone down on girls before, but not like this.

Not with them being asleep, without asking…

But the more I inhale her scent, the more I want to devour her.

I take my time, licking her as if she were a decadent dessert. I ignore her clit until I can’t take it—she has to wake up.

And as soon as I suck the little bud into my mouth, she does.

Chapter 13

Margo

Idream of running down the street, chasing some ghost just out of my line of sight. The franticness is real, though. My heart might burst trying to catch up.

Something rises out of the asphalt and catches my ankles. I scream as I fall forward, but I don’t hit the ground. I go through it, tumbling across the open sky. It’s brilliant blue all around me, and a bed of flowers catches me.

I slowly push myself up on my hands and knees. Long-stemmed flowers wave in the gentle breeze around me. My hair is caught up in the wind, too. I stand and come face-to-face with Caleb.

He smirks at me.

Something brushes between my legs.

“Are you doing that?” I ask him.

His smile widens. “Are you dreaming about me, baby?”

My stance shifts, and I glance down between my legs. There’s nothing there, but?—

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