She gasps, eyes going wide, and arches into my palm. Her mouth hangs open and I know I’ve got her. I call her dirty, fuck her with my fingers, and she comes apart. It’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen. She unravels, eyes rolling back, muscles tensing, her pussy clenching down on my fingers as I keep going, and I can’t take it anymore.
I come hard, spraying onto my stomach and chest. I stroke my cock fast, breaking and bursting, as I finish her at the same time. She gasps, lying back, and there’s a moment when the room’s nothing but silence as I slip my hand back out of her panties.
Then I raise my wet fingers to my mouth and taste her.
“Better than I imagined,” I murmur, taken aback at how much I like it.
“Oh shit,” she says, curling up and pulling the blankets around her. “That was, uh?—“
“You were dreaming.” I lie there covered in my own cum with her wetness drying on my hand. “You whispered my name.”
“Oh my god. I did?”
“You said it a few times.”
“So you just?—“
“I thought I’d help. Really, I was helping myself.”
“Yeah, real helpful.” She peers at me from under the covers. “I really said your name?”
“You moaned it. More than once.”
She groans and covers herself up. I chuckle and get out of bed. I clean myself off in the bathroom and turn on the shower. When I’m presentable, I find her still wrapped in the blankets.
“That’s really not how I expected to start my day,” she says when I sit down beside her.
“No, neither did I.”
“Is it weird though? I mean, I can’t control what I dream about.”
“It’s not weird at all.”
She peeks out at me again. Now she seems to have calmed. Her eyes narrow. “It’s a little weird that you touched me while I was asleep.”
“That’s fair. I won’t do it again if you didn’t like it.”
She hesitates, worrying her lip in this adorably uncertain way. “I didn’t say that.”
“Come on, you should get up. We have a lot to talk about.”
“Like the drones and the guns?”
“They’re definitely on the list.” I touch her hip. Fuck me but I’m tempted to get back into that bed with her. Her taste is still on my tongue, and there’s a stupid part of me, a voice I’ve worked hard to bury, that wants to spend the rest of the day exploring this sudden burst of desire.
But we have work to do.
CHAPTER 6
GABE
After she showers and gets dressed, she sits in the living room of the suite and picks at breakfast. She seems thoughtful this morning, rattled, but otherwise okay. I watch her from across the room, figuring she’s going to need some space for a while, especially after what she just did.
I’m trying hard not to overthink the significance of it.
“Do you know what the dragons are?”
She looks up, smiling uncertainly. “Like, Smaug from Lord of the Rings?”
