Page 42 of After the Fall

The sky was just startingto lighten when Harper began to murmur in her sleep. The warm vanilla smell of her hair had stirred me from my slumber, and now I watched as her eyelids flickered, and her murmuring turned into light moans.

I cocked an eyebrow. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that those were her pre-orgasm sounds. My morning wood went from a ten to an eleven as my cock pulsed, wondering what was going on in the dreams of my mate.

We didn’t dream, and the concept baffled me a little bit. I couldn’t imagine how something could seem so real to humans, when in reality it was just a story that their brains made up while regenerating from the day before.

Her moans got deeper, and she started to writhe in my arms. I pulled her back to me, hoping that my embrace would be comforting. How the hell did I know what was going on in her subconscious? Maybe those weren’t moans of ecstasy and she needed to feel safe. But once her ass was nested into my body, she arched her back like a bow, and her very damp panties pressed against my shaft. “Wyatt,” she murmured, pressing into me.

There was no denying it. Harper was having a full-on sex dream with me, and a part of me was a little jealous that I was the only one not participating. I slid my palm down her stomach and under the elastic waistband of her panties, continuing lower until my fingertips met the warmth between her legs.

She gasped, and the subtle writhing turned not so subtle. I kissed Harper’s neck as I stroked her pussy, my cock throbbing a little harder every time she grinded her ass against it.

She suddenly stiffened and the erotic movement stopped completely. She was awake. “Wyatt?” she whispered.

“Yes, baby.” I nipped her earlobe. “You can go back to your dream if you’d like.”

“Mmm. I was dreaming about you. We were…” The heat from her cheeks extended down her neck. I was so attuned to everything about Harper, I could tell that she was embarrassed.

“What were we doing?” I returned my hand to her warmth, letting the tips of my fingers turn lazy circles over her clit.

She cleared her throat. “You were…” She grabbed my forearm. “I’m…uh, I’m feeling a little shy.”

“You?” I slipped a finger inside of her and had to hold in a groan as she arched her back in response. “Shy? Since when?”

She looked over her shoulder. “You were fucking me in um… the back door.”

Holy fuck.

For the first time in my life, my cheeks felt like they were burning. I raised my eyebrows and cleared my throat. That wasn’t something we’d discussed.

“Really?” I tried to hide the surprise in my voice. I didn’t want her to feel shame about something that turned me on. “Did you like it?” I took my finger from inside her and pulled down the back of her panties, positioning myself exactly as I would’ve in her dream.

“I did like it.” Her voice was quiet, and it was subtle, but the adventurous tone was there. Harper was a girl who would traipse off into the woods by herself on a full moon. A girl who would disregard her own personal safety just for a newspaper story. And now this girl was telling me in the cutest way possible that she wanted me to do whatever it was that I was doing in her dream.

I kept my body pressed against hers, but rolled my shoulders so I could reach into my nightstand for the lube. “Well, then. Tell me exactly what I was doing in your dream, and I’ll do it. Only better.”

She giggled as I squirted lube onto my cock and used it to distribute the slippery cool gel where it needed to be.

“You two look well rested.”Gloria smiled as Harper and I padded into the kitchen, fresh from the shower. She was manning four percolators on the gas stove. “Coffee?”

“Please.” Harper gently lowered herself onto one of the stools and had to adjust her position. I gave her a wink, and she giggled.

“Mr. Westwood?” Gloria held up a second cup. “Your usual?”

“Please. But you’d better put a little bit of red in there this morning, Gloria.”

“Big day?” She raised her eyebrows.

Next to me, Harper stifled a giggle, and I kicked her leg gently. “Sure is.”

Gloria kept to herself and never once spoke about our business outside of the walls of the mansion. But she always knew exactly what was going on and I trusted her more than any other human in the city. Well, until Harper had come along.Now, my mate was my most trusted confidante, and I took a moment to watch Harper savor her coffee.

Brown Dog ambled into the kitchen. “Ah, smelled the breakfast, did you, big guy?” Gloria smiled, but shooed the dog out of the kitchen.

If it wasn’t for that dog, Harper and I never would have met. The labrador retriever held a special place in my heart. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be with my soulmate. I grabbed a piece of bacon from under the paper towel where it rested on top of the stove, and sneaked out to give it to the dog.

“He’s going to get chunky if you keep doing that.” Gloria smacked my hand with the spatula when I returned to take a seat at the marble island. “When are you expecting your guests?” Her voice lowered. Gloria didn’t like the South Americans, but she kept her disdain fairly well hidden. Valentina was demanding, and the rest of her crew were a bit diva-like with their coffee and food requests.

“Any minute now.” Fiona came into the kitchen. “Valentina called Tank and told him to bring the Rolls Royce to the airport.”

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