Desired (Wanted 6)

Shrugging, I answered him, “I have no fucking clue. All I see are the most beautiful blue eyes, and she’s begging me to help her. Like I need to save her from something. The first few times I had the dream, I blew it off. Now that I’ve had it a few more times, I feel like there really might be someone out there needing my help. Someone I care very deeply about.”

With a quick glance to my right, I saw Josh staring at me. He seemed to be taking it all in and thinking about it. I was waiting for him to make some sort of joke and threaten to tell the entire football team I was pining over a girl who only existed in my dreams.

“I have a similar dream.”

Nearly slamming on my brakes, I took in a deep breath. “What? You’ve had the same dream?”

“Not really the same, but I have it every fucking time I fall asleep at a girl’s place after I’ve just had sex with them. It’s a faceless girl who’s crying. It makes me feel like she’s crying because of me. It’s totally fucking with my head.”

My left leg bounced a little as we sat at a red light. “Maybe it’s our subconscious trying to tell us something,” I finally said.

Josh shrugged. “Maybe. I wish the son of a bitch would just send me a dream that was a little clearer than a woman crying.”

I laughed. “Tell me about it, dude. Tell me about it. Maybe having mindless sex with someone is what I need.”

“Trust me, it doesn’t work.”

We rode in silence back to my house. Neither one of us brought up our dream again.

“There they are,” Josh stated, his finger pointed in the direction of two women sitting at the bar. Both were dressed in short dresses that showed off their long legs. Long legs that went right down to red fuck-me shoes.

Madison turned and waved when she saw us, prompting her cousin, Jen, to do the same. The dresses left nothing to the imagination. Jen’s cleavage was practically on full display.

“Oh yeah. We’re getting laid tonight,” Josh said with a slap on my back.

I forced a smile and made my way toward Madison. There was no doubt in my mind that my body was attracted to this girl. I was pretty sure I could walk up to her, take her by the hand, and take her back to my place and have hot sex all night long.

Was that what I wanted, though? My hardening dick was screaming yes . . . my head w

as hollering no.

“Hey, you look beautiful,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

“And you look handsome.” Her hand landed on my chest, where she dug her nails barely into my black T-shirt.

“Thank you,” I replied, motioning to the bartender. I’d never seen this one before, so she must have been new. Patty was working on the other side of the bar and appeared to be training someone.

“What will you have?” she asked.

“Jack and Coke,” I replied.

I could see Josh whip his head over to look at me. After I gave him a look that said I needed something stronger than beer, he focused back in on Jen. She was already all over him, her hand currently running up his chest.

Hell. Midnight? I’d be surprised if this girl lasted an hour before she was calling out his name.

We all moved to a table, and Madison and I quickly fell into an easy conversation. She was funny, quick-witted, and knew how to place her hand on my leg just far enough up that it made my dick jump from the almost contact. Of course, the endless Jack and Cokes I was drinking were helping. I’d already noticed Josh had switched to water since I was clearly hell-bent on getting fucked up tonight, which was very rare for me.

I had more than a buzz going on when Madison leaned over, her hot breath hitting the skin beneath my ear.

“I want to fuck you, Gunner.”

And there it was. My dick, coming out to play. Turning, I flashed her what was probably a toothy grin. To say I was halfway to drunk would be an understatement.

“Is that right? What if I want to fuck you?”

She giggled, and I groaned inside.

I fucking hated it when woman giggled. At least, I was hating to hear Madison giggle, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why.