“Oh yeah, right there.” His mouth feels amazing, and I canfeel my orgasm building as I writhe underneath him. “Please, sir, please make me come.”
His mouth feels incredible, like a dream. Better than any of my toys. How is this possible? How can it feel this good? How could he walk away from me?
“Emma,” he says, still buried between my thighs as he gently kisses me, dragging his tongue along me in long, slow licks that feel like a massage.
I’m still pulsing, my orgasm refusing to let up as I convulse against him.
“I can’t… please… I can’t stop?—”
“Emma!” a loud voice booms.
I bolt upright, stunned from the abrupt noise. When my eyelids flutter open, I wince in pain. They’re puffy and swollen from crying and it feels like I have a hangover but I haven’t been drinking. When fat tears fall down my cheeks seconds later, they burn against my tired skin.
“Was it another nightmare?” Ethan asks, pulling me into a hug. I nod against his chest, unsure of what else to tell him.
“Do you need anything? Some ice water?” Bridget’s soft voice asks from the hall.
“Make her one in a tumbler with lots of ice, like you like.” I want to give him a hard time for answering for me, but I don’t have the energy to fight him.
It felt so real. I thought he was here. I thought he was back. More tears streak my cheeks when I remember how alone I actually am. And now my brother thinks I had another nightmare, and there’s no way I can tell him I had a sex dream about my masked-dom-sorta-boyfriend who recently dumped me.
“Do you have any cucumbers?” I hiccup around the words.
“I’m a chef, I always have a fully stocked kitchen. Want me to throw some in your water?”
I shake my head. “For my eyes.”
“I got you.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head and walks gingerly over to the kitchen.
As soon as I see him wince, I shoot to standing, about to walk to the kitchen. “Sorry, I can do it myself. You just had surgery.”
“I’m fine,” he says. “Just feel like I’ve been kicked in the nuts. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Bridget appears in front of me with a tumbler. “He’s fine. A bit of a baby, if you ask me.” She sets the water on the table, taking a seat on the couch as she pulls me down next to her. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Can you keep a secret from my brother?” I whisper, hoping the sound of Ethan chopping cucumbers masks my voice.
She hesitates for a second, looking at him in the kitchen, and it warms my heart knowing my big brother has someone in his corner.
“Trust me, he’s not going to want to know what I’m about to tell you.”
“Then yes, I’ll keep it a secret,” she says quietly.
Ethan walks over with a plate of cucumber slices and sets them on the table. He looks between Bridget and me for a few seconds, picking up on our conspiratorial glances at each other. “I’m gonna head back to bed. You coming, Hellcat?”
“I’ll be there in a few, Pup.”
Jeez, even their nicknames are cute.
He kisses her forehead and disappears down the hall.
I turn to Bridget once I hear the door close behind him. “I was having a sex dream, not a nightmare.”
“Holy shit!” She laughs, and I can’t help but join her. “He heard you screaming and came running out here only to wake you up from a naughty dream. Oh fuck, this is gold.”
“He’s too protective for his own good,” I say as we continue our fit of laughter. “Told you he wouldn’t want to know.”
She swipes at her eyes, and I notice how pretty they are. The deepest shade of blue with slight wrinkles around them. I’ve never had a big sister before, but I really like her, and before I know it, I’m spilling everything.
