With the email sent, I stood up. The puppy, who would always be a puppy as far as I was concerned, at my feet barely moved. Whatever she was chasing she had found and was now content to stay in the ray of sunshine coming from the window behind my desk.
Heading to the kitchen, I heard Jaz come out of her room and pad down the hallway to the bathroom. A few seconds later, the sound of the faucets turning on indicated that the traditional post-nap bath was commencing. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down in the living room. One upside of her long baths meant that I knew I had at least half an hour or more to relax in the house without worrying about what fight was coming next.
Sipping my coffee, I stared into the middle distance and thought about Kane. I wondered how he would react when he read the email. If he would be sad. Or if it would matter to him at all. Maybe I was just some fling he had and wanted to have again. But knowing I was off-limits permanently… maybe it didn’t do anything to him. Maybe he was fine with it.
Clicking on the television, I found some old cooking shows and relaxed into the cushions. But my mind kept wandering to Kane.
17
Kane
My eyes snapped open, and I groaned.
Damn it, that had been a good dream.
Things had just started to get good when I inexplicably opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling instead of up into Danica’s face, my hands empty instead of cupping her breasts. Rolling to my side, I looked at the clock and saw that it was still an hour or so before I absolutely needed to be up. I could try to go back to sleep, likely frustrate myself by not being able to, and get up grumpy. I could get up, go get a shower, and get on with my day early. Or I could roll onto my back, let my brain rewind the dream to the beginning, and remove the barrier of my shorts.
There were only a few seconds of debate. The dream was too good to pass up.
With a sigh, I rolled onto my back. I hooked my shorts with my thumbs and shoved them down. I rarely did this in the bed, and there was something extra enticing about it because I could still see her there. Visions of her exquisite body under the sheets with me danced in my head, filling the dream with realistic reminders of the contours of her body.
One hand slid down to the base of my cock and grasped it. Stroking slowly up, twisting at the head, and then stroking down, I began to work my length as I closed my eyes. Thankfully, I remembered how the dream began.
We were in my bed, the door closed and the daylight streaming in from the early morning. She was curled against me, and her hand wandered down to stroke me. She brought her lips to mine, and we kissed before she moved them down my chest. I put my hands behind my head and watched as she took me into her mouth, stroking me as she wet me.
Then she moved back up my chest as she mounted me, and I grabbed hold of her delicious, thick thighs. The warmth of her body on top of me, her slick, hot pussy swallowing my cock inside her, was a memory I could recall so clearly. In my dream, she began to ride me, and my palms filled with her breasts, her nipples pressing into their centers.
The sound of Danica’s moan was etched into my mind, and I could hear it filling the room as she rode me harder, faster. Suddenly, I flipped her onto her back and slammed into her, her toes curling as she screamed in ecstasy. I could feel the sweat spill down the center of my back as I fucked her hard, and the climax began to build as a ball of pressure in my center.
She would roll over onto her stomach and arch her ass up. My hands grabbed her ass as I held her in place, slamming into her hard. I could look down and see the length of my cock disappear into her in rapid, thrusting motions.
I stroked myself faster as my mind continued the dream memory. My legs bent at the knee, and I raised my hips off the mattress as I neared a climax. I could feel myself about to explode, and my mind wandered deeper into the fantasy.
In my mind’s eye, she shoved herself up on her hands, looking back at me with eyes that were hungry with desire and satisfaction. I wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled, dominating her, and she reached down under her, cradling my balls as I slammed into her over and over. There were only a few moments left before I came, and my roar rumbled from my chest.