Page 36 of Once Upon a Dream
“He’s probably fine here,” she says breathlessly. “You and I could—”
I’m already scrambling to my feet, all the lust in my cunt and belly and breasts throbbing like a sore tooth. “Yes, we could.”
She reaches for my hand, and I think finally, finally, finally I’m about to have this need eased when the stranger awakes with a jolt so vicious and sudden that it has us both jumping back.
2
Liam
I’m dead. I know I have to be dead, because I’m looking at two sweet angels in front of me, and I vaguely recall hazy snippets of their merry chatter and bright laughter. The feeling of small hands petting me, warming me. Tending to me.
It felt like heaven.
I blink up at them now, the heel of my palm going to my dick out of sheer habit to press against it, and then one of them—the white girl, with lips painted the color of sin—giggles.
And I realize there probably isn’t morning wood in heaven. Not that it’s fucking morning, judging by the dark windows and the dim room, filled with the light from two small lamps and the glow of a crackling fire.
I stretch, feeling aches and pinpricks everywhere, and remember in fits and spurts the nightmare leading up to this moment. The truck breaking down. Having to choose between freezing to death in the truck or freezing to death searching for the nearest cabin along the way.
Seeing the warm dance of firelight through a haze of snow and trees…
I shake my body like a dog and lumber to my feet, tucking my eager cock away as I do. No need to scare the angels, especially after they’ve been so kind to me.
“Hello,” I rumble. My voice is deeper and rougher than normal, no doubt from the three or four hours of inhaling frozen air and snow. “I’m Liam.”
They glance at each other. I realize that they’re holding hands, that they’re standing as if they were frozen mid-motion and about to leave.
“I’m Scarlett,” announces the girl with lips the color of sin. “This is Snow.”
Snow bites her lip and nods, then glances away, like she’s having a hard time not staring at my erection.
I like that.
I intentionally stretch again, knowing how it pulls my briefs tight around my cock, as my mind truly begins to clear and I begin to absorb where I’m really at and who I’m with.
First off, the cabin is spacious and newish, fitted out with the kind of furniture and appliances that scream money. I can’t recognize the shape of the windows, which makes me think I’ve never seen this place before—which makes me think I wandered way fucking farther than I’d originally thought. Christ knows how I’ll find my truck again.
Second of all, the girls are younger than me. College aged, I’d guess, maybe a tiny bit older. Snow has dark brown skin, dark eyes, eyelashes so long they cast shadows. Long, skinny braids frame her face, and she’s petite and slender. Scarlett is milk-pale, with freckles dashed over her button nose and dark hair bundled up in a careless knot on her head. She’s as curvaceous as Snow is slim, and they’re both in pajamas that do nothing to hide their perfect little bodies.
Actually…
I look again at their clasped hands and then up to their flushed faces, a slow worry creeping through me. I know fuck all about women’s fashion, but I do know that women don’t wear these kinds of slinky camisoles and shorts unless they want to be seen in them. And the flush in their faces can’t only be from the fire…
I swallow, trying to angle my body away as I look for something to cover up with. These girls are clearly together and I don’t want them to think I’m trying to wave my boner at them.
“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice still harsh with the effects of the storm. “It’s a sleep thing, you know—”
“Oh, I know all about sleep things,” Scarlett laughs, but Snow elbows her and then cants her head toward me in an obvious can’t you see he’s embarrassed gesture.
“Your pants are in the washer,” Snow says, by way of apology. “We didn’t entirely feel right undressing you, but all your clothes were either wet or frozen, and we didn’t want you to get hypothermia.”
“You did the right thing,” I assure her. “I’m grateful.”
Both of their eyes are on my cock now. God, I like that so fucking much. I like even better that I can see their nipples through their silky pajama tops, all hard like little needy bullets. I wonder how they would feel against my chest, dragging along the tops of my thighs as they suckled at me with warm mouths. Even just the thought of it is enough to make my erection give a slow, obvious pulse, and I’m grateful at least that they can’t see the large wet spot on my briefs from where my tip has leaked precum all over the place.
Stop it, I tell my dick. Don’t bother the angels.
I reach down for the blanket, getting ready to wrap myself in it, and Snow blurts out, “Don’t.”
