Page 16 of Collateral Damage
Open your eyes. Wake up.
But I don’t want to. It’s too good. I want to stay in this dream forever, with her hands on me, her intoxicating honey and sunshine scent everywhere.
She writhes against me in only a bra and panties, breathing softly into my neck, then hitches her long slender leg over my hips. My cock instantly thickens in my briefs.
The dream intensifies as I slide my hands under the cotton of her panties, greedy fingers gripping her bare ass. She’s so round, so warm and perfect, and groping her ass sends a shockwave of desire through us both. She slides up on me, and her knees fall open as she rides my cock through our flimsy nightclothes.
She’s a goddess. In a few seconds, I’ll be slipping our underwear out of the way so she can mount me for real. In a few seconds, I’ll find her hungry mouth and kiss her with everything I’ve got, swallowing her breath like it’s a special kind of oxygen made just for me.
In one long deft motion, she rubs her heat up and down my erection, and even with the fabric between us, the feeling explodes into pure fire, jolting me awake.
“Ethan,” she moans softly, pressing harder against me, ready for more.
Oh.
Oh no.
No…
She’s not supposed to be real—a figment of my imagination and nothing more.
But she’s very, very real and very much on top of me in the darkness, practically seconds away from fucking me. Hers is the kind of warmth that burrows into my soul and heats a man from the inside out. A heat that is somehow both electric and calming. A heat that shouldn’t be here. That I can’t have. Ever.
My entire body stills.
She murmurs Ethan’s name again, her mouth searching for mine.
No, not mine. My brother’s.
I jerk my head to the side and search the room, vision adjusting. It crashes down on me as I realize what the hell is going on.
We all went out to celebrate the end of our first year, and everyone had too much to drink. Sybil crawled into the extra-long twin with my brother, and the three of us passed out hours ago.
Sybil must have gotten up to go to the bathroom, and in her haze, found herself in my bed instead of my brother’s.
Through a thin layer of panties, I can feel how wet and ready she is. She’s rubbing herself on me in tantalizing circles, half drunk and mostly asleep, but her body is wanting and ready…
For him.
The alcohol lingers on her breath.
This cannot happen.
Gently, I lift her off me, scooting so I’m against the wall and she’s next to me. There are only a few inches of space between us, but that’s enough for her body to settle and her breathing to relax. A few minutes later, I’m sure she’s asleep. She can’t stay here. If I fall asleep with her in my bed, this exact scenario might repeat itself. It can’t.
I inch the blankets away and maneuver over her without touching her. It’s a good thing I’ve been in the gym a lot this year; a weaker version of myself would’ve definitely woken her. The bed barely sleeps one grown man comfortably, let alone a grown woman as well.
I land on the floor with a soft thud and freeze, making sure the noise didn’t wake anyone. Ethan is totally out of it. Sybil stirs for a moment, then falls still. My body buzzes from the shock. My cock is still hard as a rock, and I have half a mind to text one of my friends-with-benefits.
Instead, I count to sixty, then I ease Sybil into my arms.
“Cooper? Is that you?” she asks, her voice sweet and sleepy as she curls into me. She feels so good, and for the millionth time, I hate myself for wanting the woman who belongs to my brother.
“Just putting you to bed, Valentine,” I whisper, gently laying her next to Ethan and hating how good they look together.
She rolls toward him, and they tangle limbs automatically, like they’ve been doing this for years. A few seconds later, they’re asleep. Their bodies know each other. They’re comfortable. Happy together.
I’m the intruder.
