A gasp and a soft barely audible voice rasped out as the person squirmed beneath me, “Bane, it’s Maren.”
Realizing I was at the cabin, not in my house, I let go of Maren and fell back onto the floor. She coughed. I’d hurt her. Shit! A slight tremor took over me. Gasping for breath, I righted myself. I’d never been woken up from the nightmare before.
“Maren, angel, I’m so sorry. I—I—” Stopping, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. The nightmares disappeared when I slept in the bed with Maren. I thought I’d be safe. Those words couldn’t be voiced.
She knelt in front of me, keeping a small distance. “It’s okay. I’m okay. My dad had nightmares like that. We couldn’t wake him and had to let him come to. He served in the military, and from time to time, the memories of the past haunted his dreams. I won’t wake you again.”
Still afraid to speak and let my tone betray me, I nodded. I’d known Maren’s dad had been a marine when I did a background check. A damn fine one. “Bane, why don’t you take a shower and come to bed?”
“Maren—”
Cutting me off, Maren bent a little lower to meet my down-casted eyes. “Bane, it’s fine. If you have one again, I won’t wake you. The bed will be more comfortable.”
I felt like a total dick for how I’d treated her earlier. First, I needed to shake the nightmare. Get it out of my system. Running it all out wasn’t an option. I wasn’t leaving Maren by herself. “A shower sounds good.”
My skin felt cold and clammy. Maren didn’t say a word as she got a towel out of the sealed container in the bathroom, laid it on the counter, then left. The water turned on and I waited for it to run. Soon steam filled the bath and I stripped out of my clothes. The nightmares always left me out of sorts.
I catalogued all the memories like I normally did to help me process the lost, but all I could think about was Maren. My body craved to be insider her to escape. I didn’t want to remember. I wanted to forget.
Fisting my dick, I pumped it a few times remembering her tight heat. Base to tip I touched myself. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but it worked. The nightmare faded as I focused on the brunette beauty.
The shower curtain slid over and Maren came in naked. She looked down at my hand palming myself. The familiar heat passed through her eyes and my dick grew harder in my hands.
“Let me.”
I let go of my dick. Her fingers came out, stroking the tip. Water beaded down her creamy skin. Needing to bring Maren to pleasure first, I reached for her. “No, Bane. This is for you. Only you.”
“Maren—”
A finger touched my lips shushing me. “Let me do this for you.”
Touching my balls with one hand, Maren moved them in an erotic fashion that had my dick pulsing. With her other hand she stroked me. I took her mouth, forcefully moving and pushed her against the wall away from the shower spray. The strokes came faster, my balls tightened, and I couldn’t get enough of her tongue.
“Maren …”
I needed this.
I needed her.
Like this.
Right now.
She’d known how to soothe me.
The familiar draw came and let go as I came undone under Maren’s touch. The kiss softened and I disengaged our mouths, looking down at my now semi-hard dick. Maren’s stomach had my cum spread across it.
“You’ve got a good aim.” She gave a little giggle as the substance moved down. It was fucking hot.
Something feral came alive in me seeing part of myself on Maren.
“This was for you tonight, Bane. Come to bed when you’re done.” The woman was going to drive me mad with lust.
Giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, Maren stepped under the shower spray and washed me off of her. All I saw was her spreading me into her skin.
I’d marked her. I’d fucking marked her. And worse part yet … I liked it.
CHANGING INTO MY pajamas, I brushed my now wet hair as the erratic beating of my heart slowed. Seeing Bane’s evidence of passion on me was sexy. In the shower, I felt like I belonged to him. Before he could see it in my eyes, I’d rinsed off and left. I would stay true to my word and not make this into more than it was. Though my heart wanted to heal Bane, I knew I couldn’t change him.