Page 38 of Just This Once

My daydreams had gone all the way with Parker. In my mind, I’d angry fucked him, I’d given him a long, slow sensual assault, I’d gone down on him, let him go down on me, had him take me from behind, from the front, the side… My imagination had molested that poor boy quite thoroughly.

And tonight, I’d seen him finally look back. He’d thought about it too, and that knowledge was a heady, powerful thing.

I didn’t care if he was a jerk. It wasn’t as if I wanted happily ever after with him, anyway. Just one time. As long as his hands and dick knew how to give a girl pleasure, he could checkmark number four off my bucket list just fine.

“You know what; fuck it,” I said aloud as I plopped down onto my couch for the night, since my bed had no sheets or blankets yet, and I gazed up at my new ceiling. This wasmylist, dammit. “I’m gonna ask him.”

He was going to say no; that was a given.

But what did I really have to lose?

At this point, not a single thing.

And with that decision made, I smiled and turned onto my side, feeling good.

We’d have to wait until the morning to see if I still had the nerve to actually go through with such a request.

But as of now, I was going to ask Parker Ohrley for an orgasm, and who cared if he said no? At least I’d grabbed life by the horns and gone for a ride by simply asking.

9

PARKER

From Archer House, I went home with Raina and Foster.

We’d been trying for four months to reach my parents through Raina’s dreams. Most of the time, our sleep patterns didn’t even match, though. It was hard for me to fall unconscious just anywhere. We’d tried in the living room, but neither the sofa nor the chair had reduced me to drowsiness at all.

Our best bet remained the bed. So Raina and I usually crashed next to each other above the covers while Foster watched over us, playing on his phone from the chair in the corner.

It was weird, though, especially since I always made sure to keep my shoes on just to keep it as professional as possible, which only made sleep even more elusive. But whatever. Getting too cozy with Union’s girl felt wrong.

So far, I’d met Foster’s dead brother, Hayes, a total of three times in Raina’s dreams, and I’d talked to her dead sister once. As a spirit guide for the recently deceased, Hayes was our main point of contact, though.

The first time, we’d just been able to tell him who we were looking for before a thunderstorm had woken us up.

The next time after that, Hayes had reported that he’d looked for my parents but hadn’t had any luck finding them yet.

The last time we’d seen him, he’d heard word of where they might be, and he was going to try to get them to us the next time we visited. Except every time I’d tried to dream share with Raina since then, I’d been too antsy and nervous to fall asleep.

I’d tried getting so drunk that I simply passed out. But for some reason, that usually drew her intomydreams, which held no spirit guides at all.

And I really didn’t like sharingmydreams with her. She always saw what I didn’t want her to.

Like tonight, for instance, as soon as I drifted off and found myself somewhere other than a beach—because beaches were the only place Hayes hung out—I knew I was driving the dream again, not Raina.

I was literally driving too. Seated behind the wheel of my Lucid Air, I talked to Hope as I escorted her to Archer House. She cracked off some insult about my driving abilities, and the next thing I knew, I was whipping toward the curb so I could drag her from the passenger seat and into my lap, where she naturally just straddled my thighs.

Still pissed at her, I grabbed the hair at the base of her neck, and I yanked her head back roughly before pressing my mouth to her pulse and causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

We didn’t even remove any clothes, yet I was inside her a moment later, clutching her ass as I guided her up and down on my cock.

Then, I’m not sure how, but she was facing away from me another moment later, so that her back was to my chest, and I could see her breasts bouncing in the reflection of the windshield as she threw her head back, splashing me in the face with her curls as she rode me reverse cowgirl style.

I reached around to catch her thigh, feeling warm flesh under my skin, and I smoothed my palm up, encouraging her to spread her legs wider as my fingers sought her clit.

But before they made contact, she sighed the name, “Foster…” And that was the wake-up shove I needed.

Eyes flying open, I jerked my hand from Raina’s leg where it was too dangerously close to places I should never go, and I cursed in horror as I yanked my face from her hair.

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