Before Davy was conceived, I’d started having strange fucked-up dreams. In one, I’d dreamed of falling off the speedboat owned by Stephen and Reggie Hofer. I went somewhere—Heaven or Hell—and got to talk to my parents, who’d been dead for a long time.
In another, I was at Dearly & Son Funeral Home in the backyard fighting with Lily, Quinn’s wife, outside the funeral home. I hit her, and she flew through the air before sticking a landing worthy of an Olympic gymnast. What I couldn’t figure out was why was I hitting Lily?
There were more dreams, some turning into nightmares, but the one I’d just experienced was disturbing as fuck. I dreamed I bit Keir and drank his blood from the vein in his groin. As sexy as it was to experience my husband’s scent in my favorite spot, no way in fuck would I drink his blood.
“Dash, are you okay? Is Davy awake?” Keir sat up and kissed my shoulder.
“No, he’s still snoozing.” I picked up the monitor and showed Keir the black and white screen. Our little man was snoozing like a champ in his baby bed down the hall.
I pressed the button for the other screen to show him the image from Gracie’s room. She was sound asleep as well.
“What woke you?”
Lucy and Lenny were staying in Sacramento at the Westin during their visit. They didn’t stay with us at the house because our bedrooms were full, and they didn’t want to displace anyone. Plus, I think they liked their privacy.
I was fucking happy they’d left just after the kids were put to bed for the night. “I had a nightmare. Maybe it was a dream. I’m not fucking sure.”
I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to piss, splash water on my face, and try to gather myself. Everything was fucked up, and I wasn’t sure where to turn.
Once I finished, I slid off my sleep shorts and returned to bed next to Keir. “How about tiring me out so I can go back to sleep?”
I licked his neck and kissed behind his ear as he peeled off his boxers and tossed them from beneath the covers on his side of the bed. He opened the nightstand drawer and handed the lubeto me as he rolled to his side and lifted his leg, waiting for me to slide inside him.
I quickly slicked up and gently pushed into his channel. I went slow since we hadn’t bothered prepping him, and once we were in a rhythm, I kissed his neck. “I love you. I’d never, ever drink your blood, but that doesn’t mean I won’t bite you.” I nibbled his neck and fucked him into the mattress. God, it was beautiful.
I lost my load, filling his perfect ass with cum as he shot off in my hand. Keir turned his face to me and kissed my chin. I had a beautiful relationship with my husband, so I was confused about some of the dreams I’d been having where it seemed Keir was injured, and I couldn’t remember if I’d been the one to hurt him.
I was lucky to have the man in the first place, me being a former convict and all, but I was also confused. Did I subconsciously want to hurt him and my mind created those scenarios where I saved him at the last second so I’d have his gratitude?
My first idea was to talk to Lily. Maybe she could make sense of this shit. She was level-headed and could probably help me figure out what was going on.
“E-I-E-I-O.” I sang along with Gracie as I made her favorite breakfast.
I woke up at six, just before Davy began jumping in his crib and yelling for us. I’d let Keir sleep in after we’d made love, though I’d been unable to fall back to sleep. That fucking dream haunted me.
The music Gracie loved to sing along with played over the sound system in the kitchen as I cut up her pancakes and handed her the fork. I quickly made a plate for Davy in the highchair as I poured the two of them more milk.
I sipped my coffee as a gentle knock sounded on the front door. “Gracie, can you go let Nana and Lenny in?”
The mild scramble at the front door made me smile. Gracie loved Lucy, and was a little sad my kids hadn’t gotten the chance to meet my parents. I knew Siobhan and Larson Clegg would have embraced those two sweet babies. I could only imagine Lars sizing them up for minibikes.
“Good morning, Davy.” Lucy walked over and kissed his cheek before she kissed mine. “Papa, how are you?” Lucy had a knowing smirk that made me smile. The woman was like a fucking psychic, which felt far more familiar than it should have.
How the hell did I know anything about psychics?
“We’re good. You guys okay at the hotel?”
Lucy nodded before she sat down at the table next to me. Lenny poured the two of them coffee and sat next to Gracie. “How’re those pancakes, my girl?” Lenny kissed her brown curls and grinned at me.
Gracie forked a piece of her pancake and held it out to him. Lenny took the bite and licked his lips. “Did you make those? They’re very good.”
The giggle that ruled my heart rang out like music, just as it had always been. “Papa made them, Grandpa Lenny.” She turned to me. “Do we have more for Grandpa?”
For an instant, my heart hurt at the fact that Lenny was being given the title of Grandpa because my father and Keir’s father were both dead, but truth be told, it was better they had a grandfather than not. Lenny was a good guy. I was sure he’d do the title justice.
“We have more for Grandpa and Nana. Maybe you can get Nana to wash your face and get you dressed while I make them?”
Lucy nodded, taking Gracie’s hand to lead her upstairs. I turned to Lenny. “Is everything okay in Monterey?”
