After Glow (Lost Kings MC 11)
“I’m right here, baby doll,” he assures me.
“Huh?”
“Lie back,” Trinity says, gently touching my shoulder. She holds up a huge pink vibrator and flicks it on. “It’s okay. We’ll make you feel good.”
Wrath dips his head between my legs again, slicking his tongue through my slit. My hips shoot off the bed. “Oh my God.”
“Careful,” Rock murmurs. “She’s really sensitive right there.”
“I noticed,” Wrath mumbles against my slick flesh. He tastes me again. “Juicy pussy. Tastes as sweet as I always thought she’d be.”
My face burns. I can’t believe he just said that.
Wrath continues studying me like I’m a puzzle he’s determined to solve.
“Keep licking that spot. She likes it.” Trinity presses down on my shoulder. “I can tell.”
I’m mortified. How can they sit there and calmly discuss my responses?
Wrath dips his head and drags his tongue against my sensitized flesh again. And again. My body tenses. My back arches. My toes curl.
Stop. I want to tell them to stop. This is crazy, but I’m so… close. Almost… but not quite there…
“Hope?” Rock’s sleep-raspy voice shatters the last gauzy remnants of my really weird fucking dream.
“Rock?” My eyes blink open. Our bedroom. Still dark. I pat the bed, my hand landing on Rock’s arm. I feel around the other side of the mattress, confirming that we’re alone.
So fucking weird.
“What’s wrong?” Rock murmurs.
“Nothing. I don’t know.” I snuggle closer, throwing my leg over his. “Really weird dream.”
No, I don’t want to explain that I was dreaming about his best friend going down on me. Not in a million years do I want to have that conversation.
Except now I’m all wound up. My body still feels poised on that glorious edge of release.
Squirming, I rub my thighs together.
Rock’s hands skim over my body. Down my side, cupping my breast before traveling lower.
“What were you dreaming about?” He cups my pussy and slides a finger inside of me, gently rubbing.
Oh wow. Totally different than dream-sex.
He kisses my cheek. “You’re soaking wet, baby doll. What were you dreaming about?”
“You don’t want to know.”
A sleepy, rumbling hint of laughter rolls out of him. He slides his hand up, slicking his finger over my clit enough to make me moan again. He dips his head to my breast, nipping my already-hard nipples through the thin fabric of my tank top.
He grips my hip with a firmer hold. “Turn over.”
Desperate to have him inside me, I roll over so fast, I almost roll right off the bed. He chuckles and pulls me closer, hooking his arm under my leg and holding it up.
“What are you—”
“Shh.”
I gasp as he pushes inside, then moan when he wraps me up in his arms and kisses my neck.
“This what you were dreaming about?”
“Sort of.”
He stops for a second, and I reach back, digging my nails into his ass. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“What’s my girl need?” he whispers in my ear.
I’m too far gone to play games. “I really need to come.”
Again, he grips my thigh, lifting to get a better angle.
“Right there.” I grab on to his arm that’s coiled around me. “Oh God. Harder.”
“Hold on.”
He thrusts harder, faster, and it doesn’t take long to push me over the edge.
My climax triggers his own, and he fills my ear with filthy-sweet words of devotion the entire time.
Spent, we lay side by side, panting. He runs his hand over my belly and kisses my shoulder. “I love waking up with you in the middle of the night.”
“Me too.”
“What woke you up?”
“You did.”
“No, you were moaning and talking in your sleep. I was worried you were sick at first.”
“I told you. A weird dream.”
“A sexy one?” he rasps. “Must’ve been.”
“You really don’t want me to tell you.”
He hesitates and then laughs. “I read about this in one of the pregnancy books.”
“What?”
“Sex dream?”
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
“Well, if it’s something you need, I want to do it for you.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “I don’t think so.”
“I was in this dream, right?” His voice still holds a hint of amusement.
“I never wanted to speak of it, because I thought it would bother you. But you’re so smug about it, now I want to.”
“Tell me.”
“Fine. You were there. Watching.”
His laughter stops. “Watching what?”
I’m glad it’s dark in the bedroom so he can’t see how red-hot my face must be.
“More like supervising.”
“Supervising what?”
“Wrath and Trinity taking care of me.”
He’s silent for about three seconds, and then he roars with laughter. I whip his pillow out from underneath him and whap him with it, which only makes him laugh harder.
“Jerk.”
“What exactly were they doing?”
Since he asked, I describe it in excruciating detail.
Finally, he stops laughing. “I love you, and I’ll do almost anything for you, but that’s never, ever happening.”
“No kidding.” I poke him in the side. “Can we never speak of this again?”
He grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth, lightly kissing my fingertips. “As long as you promise to wake me up every time you have one of these sex dreams, so I can take care of you.”
“Who else would I wake up for sex?”
“I mean, don’t be afraid to tell me.” His voice softens, and he rubs his knuckles over my cheek. “I’d never be mad at you over something like that.”
“I know.” I huff. “It’s embarrassing. That’s all. All day long I feel like I have no control over my body. And now my brain’s all crazy when I’m sleeping too.”
He pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head. “I’m sorry I teased you about it.”
“Well, it was pretty ridiculous. Shocked the hell out of me, you know.” I think about it a little bit. “I blame Heidi for this.”
/> He laughs. “How so?”
“Her stupid sex toy catalog. I bet that’s where my brain came up with that.”
“Huh.” He pulls away from me, rolling and stretching to the other side of the bed.
“What are you doing?”
There’s a slide and rustle.
A click.
Buzzing.
“Dammit, Rock.”
He presses something small, hard, and vibrating between my legs.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe out. “What are you doing?”
I don’t need the lights on to know he’s smirking with smug satisfaction.
“Spread your legs. Let’s tire your body and mind out so you can get some sleep.”
Chapter Five
Hope
“How you doing, Cinderella?” Wrath asks as I step into the clubhouse.
My cheeks warm. After last night’s crazy dream, I’d kind of hoped I wouldn’t see Wrath for a couple days. But that’s pretty much impossible around here.
“How come you’re not in there?” I tilt my head toward the closed war room door.
“I’m not in trouble,” he explains, which doesn’t answer my question.
“I don’t even want to know.”
He yawns and stretches his arms over his head, showing off his big, muscled body, lifting his shirt to reveal flat abs and inked skin.
I find myself staring longer than appropriate. He glances over and quirks his mouth at me. “You all right?”
Finally tearing my gaze away, I run my hands over my jeans a few times and try to act normal. “I’m fine,” I mumble.
Wrath’s too observant to miss the way my skin’s probably bright red with embarrassment. He cocks his head, studying me, almost too reminiscent of the way he examined me in my dream.
The front door opens, mercifully ending our awkward moment.
“Hey, Trin,” I call out.
“What are you two doing over here?”
“I’m waiting for Rock.” I jerk my thumb at Wrath. “Not sure what he’s up to.”
Wrath chuckles.
“Everything all right?” She drops down next to me. “How are you feeling, mama bear?” she asks, rubbing her hand over my lower back.