Page 19 of Bearly Hanging On

I sighed that out as he settled down on top of me. With one long, liquid thrust, the shaft of his cock rubbed against my clit, hitting me right where I needed it.

“You could be full of us.”

Tor’s voice was a low buzz in my ear as my eyes fell closed again. Hands moved, plucking at my nipples, stroking my body, forcing me to swim the seas of pleasure. My hands reached blindly, knowing that sharing pleasure would somehow make it greater for all of us, yet when my hand went to close around hisshaft, I felt a strange prickle of sensation, right before my hand was pinned on the pillow above my head.

And yet it wasn’t.

As I writhed in my dream, on my bed, my actual hand went to work, replicating Mack’s strokes. His cock was my fingers, and they both rubbed my clit faster and faster. My thighs tensed, my body bucking up off the bed, trying to get more friction.

“We would give you everything you need.” My eyes flicked open in my dream and in reality, and right then the shadows reconciled themselves into the form of Kieran. “Over and over. Come for us, Harper.” It was an order, not a request, and I was helpless to do anything other than obey. “Come for us and get a preview of how good it will be.”

“Oh fuck…” Mack growled. “Fuck…”

His breath came in short little pants and I was right there with him. My free hand snaked out, somehow knowing just what to do. Not grabbing his cock. He had that well in hand, but this. Swollen tight and bulbous, at first I thought it was his testicles, right before I squeezed.

“Fuck, no, Harper…”

When Mack’s whole body went stiff, mine did the same, the two of us erupting at the same time. I was tossed around in a sea of sticky pleasure, riding the waves higher and higher until I wasn’t sure if I’d ever come down. Then slowly, like the gentle patter of rain, the bliss turned to a diaphanous cloud that slowly faded away, leaving me gasping on the bed. When I turned to look at my phone, I saw it was two in the morning and along with the clock face was a message.

Sweet dreams, Tor had written.XO XO.

Chapter 8

Harper

All the sex dreams in the world didn’t make battling peak hour traffic any easier the next morning. Some idiot trying to ring me as I hunkered down between weaving cars and massive trucks was just the icing on the cake.

Bzzt… bzzt… bzzt…

I dared a sidelong look at my phone sitting on the passenger side seat, torn between the impulse to answer it and the very real desire not to get slammed with a massive fine for being on my phone when driving.

It was fine. Whoever the hell it was, they’d ring back later or leave a message. It was probably just yet another call from that children’s charity I’d supported once when bailed up at a shopping centre. I could ignore… The phone finally stopped ringing, but as I pulled up at the red light, letting a long breath of relief out, it started again.

Goddammit.

I snatched it up, hoping that there wasn’t a red light camera at this intersection, ready to turn it off completely, when I saw the caller ID.

Mum.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Torn between a need to obey the law and to appease my mother, who would ring and keep on ringing until I picked up, I tapped on the screen, answering the call via speakerphone as the lights turned green.

“Hi M?—”

“What’s this I hear about you dating animals?”

How did one woman convey so much disdain in so few words? I’m not sure, but my mother had mastered that ability.

“Animals?” I asked. “You bloody dickhead!”

“What?”

I shook my head at the car that swerved in front of me, forcing me to stamp my foot on the breaks to avoid colliding with them.

“Not you,” I explained hastily. “Look, Mum, I’m on my way to work and?—”

“So you don’t have time to talk to your own mother?” she said, her sigh audible.

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