Chapter Eight
I
Body Truth
Tess
n the dream, Rafe is behind me, chest pressed tight to my
back, and Donovan stands in front, his arms wrapped around
me like at the end of the game.
Everyone is naked.
I can feel the heat of both of them pressing against me,
surrounding me, coiling through me until I'm drowning in them.
Someone is inside me, fucking me, the pleasure building deep in
my core. I tip my head back against Rafe's shoulder, and he nips my
earlobe. Donovan leans in and presses his lips to my exposed
throat. The delicious friction between my legs nudges me further
and further toward the edge. Then the boys lean into each other
over my shoulder. I hear the clash of lips, tongues. A low groan of
pleasure.