I tripped over my foot as I backed towards the doorway to the other room; to the stairs beyond that went back up to the club.
“I-I should go. It’s late,” I stammered.
The second the words left my mouth, I turned away. Unable to look back as my face burned, my stomach knotted, and I cursed myself for being so stupid.
Terry was waiting by the bar when I burst through the back door of the club, not stopping in my rush to get out of there as fast as possible.
“Everything alright?” he asked as he followed me outside.
“Yep. I just really want to get home.” I offered him a quick smile and reached into my bag for my phone. I needed to book a ride and fast. But when my fingers were unable to feel out the familiar silicone case, I paused in realization. “Crap.”
I had left my phone on the coffee table downstairs.
I whirled on Terry as he locked up. “Can I borrow your phone to book a ride home?”
“Where’s yours?”
“I lost it.”
“Did you want to check for it downstairs?” He went to unlock the doors again, but I cut in.
“No-no. It’s fine. I’ll come back for it tomorrow.”
Terry frowned while I offered him another smile to cover my desperation to just get home.
“Alright,” he shrugged, pulling his phone from his back pocket and handing it over.
I sighed. “Thank you, Terry.”
“What the hell was that?” I whispered. The only answer I received was the subtle squeaking of my ceiling fan.
Sweaty, flustered, and confused, I had woken up tangled in my bedsheets and clutching the side of my pillow. Unable to form a complete thought as I blinked into the darkness of my room. As I steadied my breath, I swallowed dryly. Trying to clear my head of the heated fog I had woken up to; the heavy ache between my legs.
I shouldn’t have been thinking that way, let alone having dreams like that. It was wrong. But Dean wanted to kiss me. And I think I wanted him to.
I rolled onto my back with a heavy sigh, kicking off the sheet to allow my bare legs to cool. It didn’t help. I felt on edge; frustrated and flustered.
I closed my eyes and lay my hands on my stomach. They rose and fell with my breathing before I slowly trailed one hand further down.
It’s not because of him. It’s just to take the edge off so I can go back to sleep.
Brow furrowed, my hand stopped to rest on top of my underwear while I cleared my mind first, trying to think of anything else outside of what happened in the basement. But all I could think of was those darkened, hooded eyes he fixed on my mouth and the way his hands felt on my waist.
My thoughts shifted to the dream, and before I could help myself, I was replaying it bit by bit.
I lay in the middle of the sparring ring in the basement, wearing only the T-shirt he let me borrow, and completely relaxed as someone trailed their hand lightly up my leg. Along my inner thigh.
I traced a finger along the hem of my underwear as my eyes fluttered shut.
Dean was hovering over me. He lowered his lips to my collarbone, sending heat racing through my body as he dipped a hand into my underwear.
I copied his movements, finding my underwear damp as I slowly circled my clit with the tip of my finger, only picking up the pace when the pleasure began to build. I spread my legs a little wider and a soft moan escaped my lips. I slowly edged one, and then two fingers into myself, stroking slowly as my back arched off the bed. A heavy heat overcame my senses, clouding any memory of the dream as I fell into a deep well of pleasure, pumping my fingers faster, writhing as I palmed my breast through my pajama top.
Toes curling, my nerves exploded all at once as a soft orgasm ebbed through my body.
The pleasure faded as I relaxed and a new kind of clarity set in.
Chapter 37
