Page 32 of The One for Forever

Frustrated, I exit out of the app, tossing my phone onto the counter by my plate.

My phone makes a noise, and I have a brief flare of nausea when I think it’s a notification from the dating app. But my anticipation surges when I realize it’s a text from Quinn.

Thanks again for all your help today. Could you come a few minutes early in the morning? If you don’t mind. It’s my day to bring donuts for the office. There’s a chocolate glazed in it for you, plus coffee. My treat.

Sounds great. Westside Donuts right? Are their apple fritters still your favorite?

Always and forever [apple emoji][smile emoji]

It’s on my way, so I’ll pick them up before I get you. A dozen assorted?

Yep. You don’t know the meaning of MY TREAT, but thank you Rex. Night.

Goodnight. Sleep tight.

I’ve got a huge smile on my face as I settle in for bed.

I walk along the beach,hand in hand with a curvy blond. It’s sunset, and a breeze blows her hair around her face. One moment she’s wearing a strapless blue sundress. And the next, it’s a fluffy pink ball gown.In the distance, there’s a surreal landscape where the skyline of Los Angeles towers over a rainforest canopy.

Okay, I know this is a dream. I dream less and less as I get older, and more often than not, the dreams are partially lucid. Of course, that doesn’t mean the dreams make sense. But I don’t mind. The blond in my arms is stunning, and the vibes are smooth as silk.

I pull her closer to watch the sunset.

This is beautiful,she says.

Not as beautiful as you. The line is a bit corny. But it’s true. And it seems I’ve said just the right thing, because she looks up at me adoringly. Pale blue eyes. A heart-shaped face that’s both familiar and breathtaking, like the sunset itself. She licks her lower lip and gazes at me seductively.

What do you need?I whisper.I’ll give it to you. Anything.

All my needs, huh?

Yes, gorgeous, I answer after a kiss, and she shivers.Name it.

I need you. Need you to fill me up.

Oh. I like where this is going.

The scene shifts, and we’re suddenly in the living room of my house instead of on the beach. We’re kissing. She unbuttons my shirt, because I’m now wearing a tuxedo. I tug the straps down on her dress, freeing her breasts. I hold one in each hand, thumbs flicking her nipples, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. The blond’s fingers shake as she opens my fly and grips my hard cock. Her fingers are cool against my heated flesh. They squeeze slightly, and my shaft throbs.

I want you, she says.

I nibble at the skin just below her ear.You sure, gorgeous?

Please, she moans.I always feel safe with you, Rex. Always and forever.

When I jolt awake, my bedroom is dark. I’m breathing hard, barely aware of what’s happening.

My hand is in my pajama pants, fisting my erection.

I squeeze the base of my shaft, then slowly drag my grip upward. My fist rotates, tugging my foreskin over the head, then down again to expose the tip. Precome smears down my length. I repeat the same motion. My other hand ventures lower to cup my sac.

“Ungh,” I groan. Usually, I jerk off a couple days a week to take the edge off. But it’s not like this. Right now, I’m filled with an urgent, aching need. I shimmy my pants down for better access.

It was that dream. The sexy blond in my arms.

As I stroke, images come back to me like a slideshow. Her sweet face, gazing up at me. Her striking blue eyes. The feeling of her tongue in my mouth, and the weight of her breasts in my hands. I imagine it’s her hand on my cock. Up and down. Increasing the pace and pressure. Tension curls at the base of my spine.

Then she whispers,I always feel safe with you, Rex.

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