Page 30 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

“You fell asleep fast.” She blushed as his arms wrapped around her. Not too different from how his arms wrapped around her where they slept in his bed.

“You love this place,” he whispered, his nose running along her neck, pushing aside her hair.

“I love being able to see the sky and trees.”

“I’ll have to take you camping here, then.”

“You mean in our dreams?” She smiled.

“No, little one. For real.”

“These are real places?” She looked over her shoulder, stunned.

“Yeah, of course. I took you to all my favorite places.”

Her heart melted just a bit at that, and she smiled, leaning back into him.

“I would love to go see them.”

“I can pack in a camping mat for you, so the ground isn’t so bad to sleep on.”

“You saying I can’t hack it?” He chuckled against her neck.

“Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” He kissed her neck before resting his chin on her shoulder, and they watched the sun set in their dreams.

“I meant what I said, little one. I love you.” Her heart clenched, the words so unfamiliar and yet so fulfilling.

“I love you too,” she whispered as his arms tightened around her.

“See you soon.” The sunset started to fade and as his arms shifted, the pillow came up to meet her.

She sighed, and he pulled her in closer to him as they both went back to sleep.

One second, she was floating through sleep, and the next, the light was shining through the curtains, and she felt him push inside of her. Lifting her leg up and over his hip, grinding his hips into hers.

“Garrett,” she moaned, grabbing his hand at her waist, her eyes flying open.

“Morning, little one.” His husky sleep voice sent shivers down her spine, as he pulled her into him and kissed along her shoulder, all the while keeping his thrusts slow and measured.

She wiggled back, wanting more, and he chuckled.

“No,” he rumbled.

She wiggled again, trying to get him to speed up, go deeper, anything.

His sleepy chuckle got deeper.

“I can’t wait till you come out of that shell, little one,” he said softly, and she felt him smile against her neck.

“Why’s that?” she asked, arching her back and sighing as he finally started speeding up his thrusts.

“Because when you do, you’re going to fucking fly.” His head dipped, and he kissed her neck once before his hands wrapped around her, and he turned them till she was on her stomach, and he was on his knees behind her.

Without pulling out, he grabbed her hips and pulled her up, making her back arch in a delicious way that had him hitting a new spot inside of her.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah,” he groaned, speeding up his thrusts and going deeper, harder, till she was holding on, fisting the sheets.

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