Oh God.
God!
Dreamer was right, and I hadn’t even noticed!
It wasn’t like I’d never dream again.
But the important stuff?
It had all come true.
“Babe?” Gabe called.
I focused on him.
“Sittin’ here with my cum on my stomach, you put it there, and it’s like you’re in another room. What’s up?” he asked.
“I just realized I’m living the dream.”
Gabe’s head cocked violently.
Even with that extreme reaction, he didn’t kiss me or pull me in his arms or…anything.
Instead, he got up like I hadn’t just dropped that happy bombshell and walked out of the room.
I heard the water going in the bathroom.
Well, I guessed he didn’t think it was as big of a deal as I did.
He walked back out, jeans done up, tee righted.
He went to his beer, and standing, took a long drag.
Then he put it down and reached for me.
I squealed when he shunted me to lying on my back on the couch.
I did not squeal when his fingers went to the button on my jeans.
“Payback,” he muttered, before yanking them off along with my panties.
See?
Spirit totally generous.
Gabe settled between my legs, throwing both over his shoulders, and he (and his luscious beard) went down.
But fifteen minutes later, I flew.
Damn, payback was sweet.
And dreams?
Well.
Dreams were real.
Late that evening, one team (Raye, Luna, Titus and Joey) followed Duane to do the pickup with Dex just to be certain it went okay, but also to be certain he wasn’t followed when he left.
