Page 43 of Out of Bounds
At that moment soft fingers flutter over my belly and my dick hardens up all over again.
A soft body rolls into me and hair as silky and smooth as velvet brushed over my chin.
When I filled with the feminine scent of roses and honey I have a vague memory of tasting what I thought was roses and honey.
What the hell did I do last night? And where am I?
I’m with a woman, that much is clear, but I can’t recall who she is and how we ended up in bed.
Scorching sunlight or not, it’s time to open my eyes and face the music.
I do and when I see I’m lying naked in a king sized bed without so much as a sheet covering me in what looks like the presidential suite of somewhere I straighten up. That’s one surprise.
The other surprise has me wondering if I either died, fell down somewhere and hit my head, or if I’m still asleep and dreaming within a dream.
I can’t tell which, but I’d be more inclined to believe the latter because this woman has been the star of my dreams for years.
Lying next to me with the sun gracing her naked body, Bree Dawson looks like a goddess.
Her hair is sprawled out around her, and her face is even more perfect than I thought it was. Like an angel.
My gaze drops to her breasts, big, round, with light rose nipples that are puckered like she’s aroused.
I allow my eyes to roam over her body straight down to her clean shaven pussy where I settle and work my way back up slowly.
The more awake I become the more I realize this can’t be a dream. Of course, I’ve imagined her naked countless times, but no way is my mind this good.
So, if this isn’t a dream then it’s… real.
A breath rushes out of my mouth at the realization, and I force my mind to work past the thick fog of shit surrounding it.
Think Ethan, think.
How did Bree even get here?
Here.
I’m in Vegas.
I remember getting here myself with the guys and I can see from the scenic view greeting through the floor to ceiling glass windows that I have to be in Vegas still, and I’m high up. In somewhere like the penthouse.
I have to do better than that though. And fast before she wakes up. She’s going to hate me more than she already does if we did what I think we could have done.
What else could waking up naked together mean?
I remember being pissed off with Bryce and Denver then leaving the hotel suite. It wasn’t this one though. That was somewhere else.
The view wasn’t this high.
Think Ethan… come on use those cop skills.
I squeeze my eyes shut again and I remember leaving Bryce then heading down to reception. That’s when I saw Bree.
She mentioned a house then we went to the VIP room of that hotel, and I kissed her.
I wasn’t that drunk when I kissed her, and I don’t think she was either.
I remember leaving and grabbing another bottle of wine and then I don’t remember a God damn thing after.
