14. Lily
14
Lily
“Heavens !” I said and opened my eyes.
Reality slowly oozed back. But my mind was still awash with a safe, snug little house and a big, strong.... husband?!
My groin ached with the remembered stretch of that first penetration, his cock thickly hard. I could still feel the heat of him inside me.
I groaned and sat upright. I had a horrible feeling that—yep, I’d been drooling.
I stumbled to the mirror. I had a Department of Homeland Security hologram stuck to my forehead. The tamperproof kind, where it leaves a mess behind when you peel it off. Great.
What the hell had all that been about?
Me, in the old west? Why was I called Mary? Why was I a schoolmarm, in some kind of domestic bliss? That wasn’t me!
All that was avoiding the main issue, though. I’d dreamt of him. I could feel my face reddening, hologram and all. I’d never dreamed about a guy before. I mean, movie stars occasionally but not a real guy. Not someone I knew.
And in the dream, I’d wanted him. Wanted him so hard that I’d let him take me even though it was inappropriate and bad timing and wrong.
I leaned against the kitchen counter and stared out at the night. This was getting completely out of control.