Page 84 of Dreaming of Dawson

“Yeah. I guess you know her through Peony, too?”

“Yes, but I didn’t realize…”

“Most people don’t. As far as Tanner knows, Laurel has no idea about Sabrina and Mitch, and he’d like to keep it that way.”

She nods her head. “So he stayed for Nash’s sake?”

“He did.”

“But not the second time?”

“No. Things were still pretty strained between them, but he was doing his best to make it work… until he caught Sabrina and her lover together. He wasn’t about to give her another chance after that.”

“I don’t blame him. Was this before or after Stevie left?” she asks.

“Before, although I think she may have been cheating on me by then.”

She shakes her head, confusing me, and then makes me gasp when she lowers her hand, wrapping it around my cock, and looking up at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “She must have been mad.”

I can’t help smiling. “If you say so.”

“I do,” she says, moving her hand up and down my shaft. She’s gentle about it, but I have to flex my hips, pushing down the covers to give her better access. “I thought you were tired… or feeling too sober. I thought we were going to sleep?” she says, her voice thick with need.

“Then you shouldn’t have started something.”

“Do you want me to finish it?” she says, moving her hand faster and making her meaning obvious. She’s not talking about stopping, that’s for sure.

“Not like that, babe,” I say and I grab her hand, rolling her onto her back, and making her squeal.

I part her legs with mine, raising myself above her. “Are you sure you’ve got the energy for this?” she says, trying not to laugh.

“Seriously? You wanna throw down a challenge like that?”

I palm my cock, tapping it against her clit until she’s shuddering, grabbing at my arms, and struggling for breath, and then I slide inside her, making her writhe against me, a moan of satisfaction leaving her lips as I start to move…

Chapter Seventeen

Macy

My sleep may have been dreamless, but who needs dreams when they have the real thing lying right beside them?

I turn slightly in Dawson’s arms, and see his eyes are still closed, and I can’t say I’m surprised. I don’t know what time we both fell asleep, but what I do know is the clock by his side of the bed says it’s just after six, and that feels far too early to be awake, even though I am. Still, at least I’m awake, and in bed with him… and with the memories of the most perfect night.

Sure, more sleep would have been nice, and I was kidding when I threw down that challenge in the early hours of this morning. I didn’t expect him to take it seriously, but he did, and it must have been at least another hour before he finally came inside me, murmuring my name. He’d howled it out the first time, but I got the feeling his second orgasm was no less intense for it being quieter. He’d made me come so many times by then, each one in a different position. Spooning was fun. I enjoyed the feeling of being enveloped by him, and the slow, languorous way he moved inside me.

“Is this a sign you’re getting tired?” I asked, as I came down from another climax.

I should have known better than to tease, because the next thing I knew, he’d changed position and raised my leg onto hisshoulder, kneeling up and straddling the other one, still buried deep inside me.

“What do you think?” he growled as he started to move, although he kept it steady, taking me to yet another new height before he lowered my leg and flipped me over onto my front. I half expected him to part my legs, but he didn’t. He moved them closer together and placed his on either side, leaning over me, my prone body his for the taking.

There was something about the angle… about what he was doing to me. I’d thought I couldn’t take much more, but it seemed I was wrong.

“You’re so tight,” he said. “Jesus, Mace… you’re so tight on my cock. You’re gonna make me…”

That was all I needed to push me over the edge, and we spiraled out of control… together.

We fell asleep not long after that, lying in each other’s arms, just as we’d wanted. And that’s exactly where we still are… wrapped up in each other. It’s the perfect place to be, and I twist my body so I can study him more closely.

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