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“Remee,” he trills in an old man voice. “Come in here and wash m’balls. I can’t reach.”
“Shut up!” Our laughter echoes up the beach and he stands up, offering his hand to pull me to my feet.
“Tonight was fun,” I tell him a few minutes later, as we’re climbing into his truck. “Thanks.”
“I just want you to know how difficult it was for me not to tell one Uranus joke.”
“I appreciate the effort.”
Once we’re back at the motel, I change back into pajama bottoms and curl up in bed while Owen stretches out on his bed to play on his phone. The long day catches up to me, and I’m asleep before we even turn the lights out.
Something is off, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m back on Violent Circle, in my apartment. This isn’t where I’m supposed to be, is it? I was…somewhere else. School? Am I late for school? No, that isn’t it. My bedroom door squeaks open, and I look up to see Owen standing at the end of my bed.
Naked.
“Rem, we’re late for work, we have to go,” he says and leaps onto the bed. Lying on his back, he pulls me over to straddle his thighs. His hands rest on my bare hips, and I realize I’m naked too. “Come on, we can’t be late or you’ll lose your job, and everything will fall apart.”
His body starts to hover just above the bed, and he moves my hand onto his very erect cock. “You have to steer.”
Right, of course I do.
My fingers wrap around him, and he smiles up at me as his body floats out through my bedroom window—when did my window get so big?—and into the night sky. With my legs wrapped around him, I ride him like a naked flying carpet, steering us under the stars, using his dick like an old video game joystick.
His body is warm under me, and I run my free hand over his chest. An ache swells between my legs, and I want his cock inside of me instead of in my hand. He looks up at me, reading my thoughts. “Wait until we get there. Then you can fuck me.” Seems like a reasonable request. His head turns to the side, and he points to the right. “We’re flying under Jupiter.”
Sure enough, we pass by the banded planet, and he lays his hand on mine that’s still wrapped around his cock. He pulls it back toward his stomach, and we start to descend. “Time to land.”
We fly down until the streets and houses come into sight, then glide through the open window of our motel room. As soon as his back hits the bed, he grabs my hips, pulling me forward. A violent orgasm strikes me the second I feel him inside me, and I groan out his name.
My eyes pop open while the waves of a real life orgasm still pulse through me. Morning sunlight pours through the crack in the curtains, lighting the restrained grin on Owen’s face as he stares at me. Oh god. This is horrifying.
I’ve never came in my sleep before. The look I’m getting from Owen makes it clear he knows exactly what just happened. Well, the orgasm part, not the flying him like a plane by his dick. What kind of dream was that?
The kind that doesn’t fade when you wake, apparently, because looking at Owen just makes me think of his naked body. Of what we were doing after the weird little trip through the night. I remember every second, and my face heats as he asks, “Good dream?”
“Weird one,” I mumble, and turn to face away from him, praying for a nice asteroid to smash through the room.
“Was I in it?”
Oh no. Why is he asking that? “No!” I snap. Smooth. Totally natural response. A-plus.
“Oh-kay,” he replies, stretching out the first half of the word. “What was it about?”
A snort of laughter leaps from me at the thought of telling him the truth.Oh, I was just piloting you through the sky via your cock, you know, as you do.I’d never live it down if he knew I dreamed about him, much less a naked him who made me come.
“I don’t know. I was flying. I can’t remember much.” Before he can respond, I scoot out of bed and escape to the bathroom. The sound of his chuckle seeps under the door.
Ugh. I know one thing. That dream was my brain’s way of telling me it’s time to get laid.
Chapter Six
Remee
My thought that maybe I’d get better at this whole home construction thing with practice has been proven wrong. A slow, tortuous week has passed, and I’ve been relegated to being the gopher for the most part.Go bring me some nails, hand me that drill, run and pick up the sandwiches.I’m not going to complain because I can’t blame them for not wanting to do everything I work on again, but it’s so frustrating. I’m not accustomed to struggling to learn things. Granted, I’m more of a book learner, but still, I’m annoyed at myself.
Owen has been sweet, spending most of his time with me, and at least the evenings have been fun. True, I’ve had to deal with him teasing me about the dream, but I didn’t expect anything different. He hasn’t said anything about a damn orgasm waking me up, but I know he knows. Instead, he likes to taunt me about what I said in my sleep, without actually telling me what it was. I’m sure he’ll forget it and move on soon.
“Remee!” Evan calls, flashing a smile at me. “Come and keep me company.”
