About a Vampire (21 page)

“Oh,” she moaned and closed her eyes as he filled her. He felt so damned good. All of it felt so damned good. Holly was never the aggressor with James, and couldn't imagine ever doing so, but here in her dream with Justin, she could be, and she liked it.

Opening her eyes, she peered down at his face, smiling when she saw that his eyes were closed, his face squinched up with what she guessed was ecstasy though it looked perilously close to pain. Pursing her lips, she slowly raised herself slightly and then lowered herself again, feeling incredibly powerful when he moaned, his face tightening even further. She did that three more times very slowly before he opened his eyes and caught her watching him.

Justin met her gaze briefly, and then took one of the hands that had been clasping her hips and moved it between them to begin teasing her again, rubbing against the nub of her excitement as she raised herself once more.

Holly bit her lip, struggling to remain in control. But the passion that had temporarily been banked rushed back now, stealing her self-­control from her and she began to move more swiftly. When his other hand moved up to clasp one breast, she covered it with both of her own hands, nails digging into his skin as she rode him. She watched Justin's face tighten, was aware that his caresses were becoming faster and firmer even as his hips pumped up to meet hers, and just as he thrust up into her one last time and stiffened on a shout, something snapped inside of Holly. Some small thread that had been holding back an ocean of pleasure broke and she threw her head back and screamed his name as her orgasm washed over her.

Holly sat up in bed with a cry and found herself staring into darkness. For one moment she listened to the silence in the room, and peered into the dark room with confusion, then she reached for the lamp on the table and turned it on. She was in bed, in her flannel dancing bear pajamas, alone.

She closed her eyes briefly and then pushed the blankets and sheets aside and moved to the bathroom, slowly becoming aware of the dampness between her legs. A lot of dampness, she acknowledged.

Cripes, she'd had her first wet dream, Holly realized with a shake of her head as she stepped into the bathroom and felt for the light switch. She had to blink rapidly against the brightness when the light came on, but once her eyes adjusted, she peered at herself in the mirror and wrinkled her nose. Her face was flush, her hair all knotted in the back and standing up. She'd obviously been thrashing her head in her sleep.

“A wet dream,” she muttered, turning on the tap to splash her face. It probably wasn't her first wet dream, but it was the first she recalled . . . and it had been incredibly . . . well . . . incredible. It had also been about Justin Bricker, she thought grimly. There was something wrong with that. She even felt briefly guilty about it. But it was just a dream, she told herself. Her subconscious was obviously working through something, although she didn't know what the heck it was working through. Maybe she was a lot more attracted to him than she'd realized. Or maybe rather than having to do with her own feelings, it was about his fixating on her. Whatever the case, it was just a dream. It wasn't like she'd cheated on her husband.

Sighing, Holly turned off the water and dried her face on a hand towel, meeting her guilty gaze in the mirror as she did.

“Really,” she said suddenly, lowering the towel. “Having sex with another man in a dream is not cheating on your husband. It was a dream. You aren't in control of your dreams. Besides, James doesn't know you had it, and Justin doesn't know. It's all good. Just relax and go back to sleep.”

Folding the hand towel once, she set it back on its holder, turned out the bathroom light and headed back to bed. She would have liked to claim that she was hoping that was the last of her dreams for the night, but suspected that wouldn't be true. It had been incredible, the best orgasm she'd ever had. How pathetic was it that the best orgasm of her life was one she'd had in a dream?

“Sex with him probably wouldn't have been as good in real life,” Holly assured herself as she crossed the dark bedroom back to bed. “It's just that you're less inhibited in your dreams. Wilder.”

That was definitely true, she acknowledged. Holly always refused to be on top with James. She was afraid she wouldn't do it right, wouldn't be able to keep the rhythm or something. And he never pushed the issue.

“You love James,” Holly reassured herself as she climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers up. “Orgasms aren't the be-all and end-all of life.”

Turning onto her side, she slid a hand under her pillow and closed her eyes, telling herself, “Everything is fine.”

 

Twelve

J
ustin finished cleaning up, started out of the bathroom and then paused to grab a towel to take with him. Better to be safe than sorry, he thought, as he crossed back to the bed. It was only a little after midnight and he doubted that would be the last of the shared sex dreams they'd have that night. Certainly, he was eager for more after that first one. Even waking up to find he'd had an orgasm in his sleep and made a mess of his boxers wasn't enough to dampen his enthusiasm.

Holly had been a revelation. Honestly, she was so straitlaced in reality that he'd expected her to be the same in bed, at least at first. Instead, she'd taken control, tossed him on his back and ridden him like a pro . . . after scratching the hell out of his back. He actually felt tender there even awake, as if she'd really scratched him, though there had been no welts or redness when he'd checked in the bathroom mirror. But then his whole body had been quivering and shaky as he'd made his way to the bathroom a ­couple minutes ago, as if they'd really had sex and it hadn't just been a shared dream. Justin supposed his muscles must have been clenching in real life in response to the dream.

And what a dream! It had been pretty short and sweet compared to the marathon bang-­a-­thons he'd been into of late in reality. While he'd been an eager beaver when he was young, getting to the main course of the meal as quickly as he could, he'd found after a while that that was boring and begun trying other things. Just lately his deal had been to prolong it as long as possible, drawing out the foreplay and extending the pleasure for himself and his partner for as long as he could. That hadn't been possible with Holly. He couldn't take control of her and keep her from touching him. And she was strong too, much stronger than a mortal. Justin was stronger still, but she'd taken him by surprise with her moves and he hadn't known what hit him when he suddenly found himself on his back with her on top. After that it was Game. Set. Match. And he was toast. All he'd been able to do was ride the wave with her to Nirvana. And it hadn't even been true life mate sex, where the pleasure, instead of the dream, was shared, multiplying their mutual pleasure to unbearable levels. That was enough to knock immortals out cold. He couldn't wait to experience it, but in the meantime, this would do . . . especially since, dream or not, it was his name Holly had screamed as she'd found her pleasure.

That was the last thing Justin had heard before waking up, his name on her lips . . . and it had been sweet. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear her begging for him to enter her, wanted her to sob his name with need, and now that he'd experienced his first shared dream with her, Justin was pretty sure he could have it. He was going right back to sleep to find her again, and this time, he was going to take control. He was going to strip her, lay her out, feast on her and when he had her trembling and weeping with need, he would pound into her, giving them both the release they wanted.

That thought firmly in mind, Justin closed his eyes to go to sleep. It seemed like he'd barely done so when he found himself in a dark crowded room with blinking lights and loud music thundering all around him.

“What the hell,” he muttered, turning slowly and surveying the strangers bumping and grinding on every side.

It was a nightclub, he realized. He'd been in enough of them to recognize that. Justin loved nightclubs. He loved dancing and he loved watching women dance. It was also a great place to pick up chicks. But there was only one chick he was interested in anymore and he began searching the sea of faces for her, sure this was her dream and he'd find her somewhere here.

It didn't take him long to spot her. Holly was in the middle of the dance floor, twirling and grinding like a pro. Damn, the girl could move. He suspected she would never dance so freely in reality, but here in her dreams, she was fluid, every move screaming of sexuality and animal grace.

Smiling, Justin wove his way through the undulating bodies until he stood behind her, and then he slid his arms around her from behind, urging her back against his front.

“Justin,” she said with surprise, peering over her shoulder at him.

“Hi,” he murmured, shifting his hands to her rotating hips and following her moves with his own as he ground against her bottom.

Despite the loud music, she appeared to hear him.

“Hi yourself,” she laughed before turning swiftly in his arms and grinding up against him front to front. “I didn't know you like to dance,” she said on a chuckle, slipping her hands up around his neck. The move pressed her chest against his and he reveled in the feel of her firm breasts rubbing against him as they moved.

“There's a lot you don't know about me,” he murmured, clasping her ass with both hands as they ground to the sultry beat.

She had been wearing jeans and a blouse when he'd first spotted her on the dance floor, but now suddenly had on the short black leather skirt, black leather vest and thigh-­high black leather boots Gia had worn that day. Since he hadn't made that happen, she must have, and Justin thought that was probably a good sign. Holly wanted to look sexy for him. She also wasn't the least bit reticent in this dream, he noticed as she raised one booted leg and wrapped it around him so that she could press her core against the growing hardness between his legs.

Justin bit back a groan and lifted her by the clasp he had on her ass, rubbing her against himself more fully, then dropped his head to growl, “Let's get out of here.”

Chuckling deep in her throat, she was suddenly out of his arms and moving away through the crowd of ­people. Justin was just starting to frown when she glanced back, raised her hand, and then crooked her finger, inviting him to follow.

Curious to see how this played out, Justin did just that rather than imagine another setting as he had in their earlier dream. While he had joined her in the kitchen in what had obviously been her dream then too, he was the one who had first moved it to the table and then to his own bedroom back in Canada. This time he followed her deeper into her dream, moving through the crowd and following her off the dance floor to a hallway that led to the bathrooms. Holly paused there and turned to lean back against the wall and smile at him wickedly as she waited for him to reach her.

When he stopped in front of her, she reached out to run her hands up his chest over his black T-­shirt, then caught her fingers in it and drew him roughly forward so that she could lean up and press her lips to his. Justin smiled against her mouth and then braced his hands on the wall on either side of her head and kissed her back, allowing his tongue to slide out and explore her mouth in a fashion that he'd intended to be leisurely, but that quickly turned hot and wild.

“What are we doing?” he growled against her lips when she reached between their bodies to rub his burgeoning erection.

“I want you,” she growled right back and the next thing he knew his pants were undone and she had him in hand, right there in the bloody hallway where anyone might see. Though a quick glance around proved that no one was there with them at the moment.

Turning back to peer down at her, he bit the inside of his cheek to try to damp down his excitement as she caressed him, and growled with amazement, “You like to take risks.”

Her response was to catch his hand and pull it down under her skirt as she claimed his mouth once more. Justin wasn't strong enough to refuse that invitation. He rubbed her lightly through the silk of the panties she wore, capturing her groan in his mouth as he did, then eased the cloth aside to touch her warm, damp skin. This time he was the one who groaned as he felt how hot and wet she was for him. The woman was seriously turned on and he knew right then that taking control, going slowly and driving her out of her mind with need was out the window. Somehow, this woman had turned the tables on him. He was the one suddenly out of his mind with need and completely lacking control.

Tearing his mouth from hers with a curse, he tore her panties off with one quick jerk then clasped her by the waist to lift her up and press her back against the wall. He then lowered her onto his erection. Her skirt caught between them, riding up the few inches necessary to be out of the way.

They both hissed, “Yes,” with pleasure as he entered her. It was the last word either of them spoke, the next few moments were filled with moans and gasps and grunts as he pounded into her. Jason felt her nails digging into his shoulders through his T-­shirt and that just spurred him on. When she broke their kiss to bite into his neck with excitement, he growled and buried his own in her shoulder. That's when she suddenly pushed him back.

Startled, Justin fell back against what he saw with some confusion was the backseat of an open convertible. Blinking, he turned to peer at Holly. She was sitting up in his lap and smiling, her hands clasping each side of the top of Gia's black vest. As he watched blankly, she suddenly tore the vest open, baring herself just inches from his face.

She'd changed the dream, he realized. He'd been about to have an orgasm and she'd changed the damned dream. She gave a little shimmy as her nipples pebbled in the cool night air and Justin responded automatically, his hands coming up to clasp her sides as he leaned forward to close his mouth around one sweet bud.

“Oh, yeah,” Holly breathed, grinding against him. He was no longer inside of her, but back in his pants, he noted absently as he suckled and nipped at her nipple. And she had her panties on again, he found, when he slid a hand under her skirt to touch her again. Holly gasped as he caressed her, her hips moving with his touch, then gave a small cry of pleasure when he tugged the panties aside so that he could caress her with his thumb while sliding a finger inside of her. She let him do that for a minute, her body shuddering and dancing for him, and then suddenly she was sliding off of him to crouch between his legs. A real car wouldn't have been large enough for her to do that, but this dream car was and before he quite realized what she was up to, she had his pants open and had taken him, not into her hand this time, but her mouth.

“Ai-­yee!” Justin shouted, bucking on the leather seat.

Holly removed her mouth long enough to say, “Drive the car,” then claimed him again and Justin blinked his eyes open to find they were shooting down the freeway and he was behind the wheel with her now crouched in the passenger seat and her head in his lap. She'd changed the dream again midstream. Christ, the woman was going to kill him, he thought faintly and despite knowing it was a dream, instinctively grabbed the steering wheel.

For a moment, Justin actually tried to drive while she drove him crazy. Her warm wet mouth rode his length, her tongue swirling around the tip as she raised her head, then sliding his length again as she lowered it. Justin groaned and then growled with irritation as someone shook his shoulder, determined to get his attention.

“Bricker?'

“Bricker!”

His arm was shaken again and Justin snapped his eyes open and turned to glower at the intruder. He then blinked in surprise when he saw Dante straightening away from him in the light spilling through his bedroom door.

“What the . . . ?” Justin sat up and glanced around with confusion. He was in his bed, alone. Holly was gone. Instead, Dante and Tomasso stood at his bedside, concern on their expressions.

“You screamed in your sleep,” Dante explained when Justin turned his bewildered gaze back to him.

Justin's confusion faded and dismay replaced it as he realized—­ “You woke me up!”

“We were concerned,” Dante said with a shrug.

“You screamed,” Tomasso reminded him.

“With passion!” he snapped furiously. “We were—­shared dreams,” he finished meaningfully, and when both men merely raised an eyebrow, Justin growled with frustration. “Oh, for the love of—­” Grabbing a pillow, he tossed it at the pair of them. “Get out, get out, get out! Christ, Holly was—­ And you're ruining it. Get out!”

“Ah,” Dante murmured and turned to exchange a glance with his twin. The two men then shrugged and walked out, pulling the door closed behind them.

Justin fell back on the bed with a weary sigh, and closed his eyes determinedly. He had to get back to sleep and back to Holly.

H
olly gasped with surprise when Justin suddenly caught her arm and turned her away from the fridge. One minute she'd been in the car with him and the next he'd been gone. She wasn't sure how she'd got back here in the kitchen, except that she'd been hungry.

Justin stepped forward, and Holly took a step back, glancing around with surprise when her back hit something solid. She stared blankly at the kitchen table with some confusion, wondering how the hell they'd got over by the table.

The feel of his lips moving up her thigh drew her attention from her thoughts and she peered down the length of her body to see that she was on her back on the kitchen table, her legs dangling over the end and that Justin was—­

“Holy crap!” she gasped, and tried to sit up as his tongue found and suddenly rasped over the center of her. Justin prevented that with a hand at her chest, urging her to lie back again as he continued to lave her with his tongue. He was stronger than her, which she thought was completely unfair considering it was
her
dream. But there was little she could do about it and after struggling against his hold for a minute, she fell back weakly and grabbed at the sides of the table, clutching at the wood desperately as he licked and suckled and thrust his tongue in and out, driving her wild until she screamed her pleasure.

Unlike the first dream, this one didn't end there, however. Instead, Justin rose up to stand between her legs like some victorious warrior, pulled her to sit upright on the edge of the table, then clasped her to his chest and kissed her as he thrust into her. Holly cried out into his mouth with that first hard thrust, and then wrapped her legs around his hips to urge him on as her excitement came screaming back to full-­blown life.