Crazy Dreams (5 page)

My dick was hard and I did nothing to tame it. I wanted to be hard for her, wanted to jerk off to the image of her. I opened my door and peeked out into the hallway. She was nowhere to be found, so I slipped into the bathroom, ready to take myself in hand. I closed the door and stripped, tossing my clothes into the corner. I rubbed my hand along my shaft, watching as I grew even larger. I imagined her in the bathroom with me, taking me into her mouth and I threw back my head, stroking my dick eagerly. I wanted the image in my head to be real, wanted her on her knees for me, kissing and sucking me.

“Is everything okay? I thought I heard you–oh shit! Sorry!” Ember opened the door and caught me in all my glory.

She apologized but her gaze never left my shaft. Instead, she stood there with the door open, wide-eyed at what I figured was a traumatizing image before her. I was so embarrassed. I’d been caught before, but never so openly, by someone so young and never by someone I wasn’t sleeping with already.

She licked her lips and then she came into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I started to say something, but she put a finger to my lips.

“Shh,” she whispered and dropped to her knees. She wrapped her fingers around my dick, weighing it for a second, and I figured she was just going to play with it and then jerk it off for me, but she surprised me.

Her mouth swallowed me whole, sliding the entire length down her throat. I wasn’t the biggest, but I certainly wasn’t tiny; her wet mouth pulled me in with ease. She created an amazing suction and her mouth was so much better than I imagined. She bobbed her head on me, going deep every time.

My head fell back in pleasure and she grabbed my hands, putting them on her head. She slowed her movements a little and I realized she wanted me to move her. I was a little unsure, but when I tighten my fingers in her hair, she moaned. I pulled her face closer, shoving my dick deeper into her mouth
,
and she growled, an intense but pleasured sound.

Eight

Ember

I never expected to find Stone jerking off in the bathroom. I was even more surprised by my own response to his physique. He had the body of a Greek God and the only thing I could think of when I saw him in all his glory was that I wanted to be on my knees for him. It had been a long time since I’d given a blowjob, let alone
wanted
to, so I shushed him and gave myself over to making him come.

I figured he’d spout off right away, but he had amazing stamina. I let myself love his cock, sucking it fully and laving my tongue over him. I never wanted it to end. Finally, he warned me he was going to come, his voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked harder on him, letting him know exactly where I wanted him to come. And come he did.

When I was finally able to take a breath, Stone was standing over me, hands still entangled in my hair, gasping for air. I smiled a little at his lack of ability to move, and when I pulled away, he moved his hands to the vanity, gripping the countertop so hard his knuckles turned white. I got up and stood next to him, watching his face in the mirror.

His eyes met mine and I was shocked by their intensity. He was still turned on, and I was, too. As much as I wanted to let things go further with him, I was already starting to regret my actions. We were practically strangers, and I was ashamed of my own behavior. I turned away from him to go out the door.

His hand gripped my arm, not painfully, but he whipped me around, his naked body far to
o
close for comfort
,
as he looked me in the eye. “We aren’t even close to done,” he promised.

Just as he leaned in to kiss me, my phone went off, loud and demanding in my pocket. Silently thanking the heavens, I gave him a sly smile and pulled it out to look at the caller id.
My mother
. I didn’t actually want to talk to her, but I didn’t want to deal with Stone at the moment, either, so I considered her the lesser of two evils.

“It’s my mom,” I said, pushing him away. “Gotta answer it.” I opened up the bathroom door and slipped out, leaving him stark naked behind me.

I sighed in the hallway and then answered the call. “Hey, Mom.”

“What took you so long to answer? It rang six times,” she barked, her voice clipped and obviously pissed.
Great.

“I was in the bathroom,” I admitted. I left out exactly what I was doing in there, though. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh. Well okay then. How’s Nashville?” she asked, though I could tell she didn’t actually care.

“It’s interesting,” I said, thinking about just how interesting it had been so far.

“Is that all you’ve got to say about it?”

I laughed. “Mom, it’s my first day here. Everything is fine
,
and I’m just getting settled in. You barely gave me any time to have anything to talk about.”
Except for my smokin’ hot roommate.

“Fine then,” she huffed. “Call me later this week, okay? And have something to say other than that you don’t have anything to say.” She hung up.

I had to laugh at her brand of crazy. She always claimed to be busier than she was, as if to talk to anyone was a nuisance, taking up her precious time. I sighed, ducking back into my room. I needed a minute to process what happened in the bathroom. I went to toss my phone on the desk and noticed I had texts.

I opened them up and smiled. The first was from Baker.

Baker: Miss you kiddo. Hope things are well in Nashville. I’ll be coming through next week.

He was so sweet. He did a good job keeping up with me, even if he wasn’t ever around. I was used to it, though. I looked at him at as older brother who checked in once in a while and I knew he cared about me as a little sister. Even with Rainey gone, he made sure to make an effort. His motorcycle trip had turned into him being a bit of a drifter, but I didn’t mind. I knew how hard my sister’s death was on him.

The second message was from Mallory, who, despite being a new mom, still thought of me.

Mallory: Checking in. How was your flight?

I responded to each of them, letting them know how excited I was to be in Nashville, to get away for a little while, anyway. I knew it wasn’t permanent, but it was all so new, so fresh, and I couldn’t wait to get to know the city better.

Baker responded first.

Baker: Glad things are going good. You deserve to be happy.

I sighed. Everyone I knew said that to me at some point or another. I knew it was true, but for a long time, I
wanted
to be sad. I wanted to live in the depressed state I’d been in for so long. Dad’s death had been hard on me, but Rainey’s was harder, probably because we’d gotten so close after Dad’s death. Not to mention I
watched
Rainey’s health deteriorate. I was helpless to do anything but hold her hand as she faded away to nothing.

Just thinking about watching her die brought tears to my eyes. I blinked them away as best I could. With a deep breath, I wiped away the remaining drops off my cheeks and pushed all sad thoughts out of my head. After mourning so long, I realized how right Baker was. I deserved to be happy.

Nine

Stone

I stood there, dumbfounded in the bathroom for a full five minutes before I was able to move or form a coherent thought. I didn’t fully understand what the hell just happened, but I wasn’t going to deny I enjoyed myself. The problem was, I enjoyed myself far too much. Ember was skilled and passionate. I wanted so much more from her.

Her taking a phone call from her mother, of all people, was just a cop out. She was probably ashamed of her behavior. At the very least, I was willing to bet she regretted it. I wanted to regret it, wanted to say it was wrong or bad, but I couldn’t. We were explosive together, and we were practically strangers, something that struck me as more than a little odd. I wasn’t the type to jump into relationships. I’d been with my high school sweetheart for seven years, she was my first and I never cheated.

I wasn’t a player by any means, but I knew my way around women. Since moving to Nashville, I just hadn’t had much interest in any of them.
Until Ember
.

She was enigmatic and fun, easy to talk to and delightful. I enjoyed teasing her and she seemed to enjoy it, too. I wanted her more than I ever wanted any woman. It didn’t seem real. I never believed I would be one to fall into lust at first sight, but even I had to admit that’s what it was. I’d never be so naïve to call it love, but this girl… There was something about her that drew me in, made me want to please her in any possible way I could. It was ridiculous, but I couldn’t change the way my body reacted to her.

I hopped in the shower and turned on the cold water. I needed to stay away from her. Sexually, at least. She might want a summer fling, but I had absolutely no interest in that. It was all or nothing for me. Which meant I’d be filling my summer with cold showers and jerking. I definitely needed to invest in a real lock for the damn door.

After my shower, I dried off and wrapped the towel firmly around my waist. I opened up the door to make sure the coast was clear and then walked into my room. I dressed quickly and went out to the living room. I wasn’t prepared for Ember to be waiting for me.

She was scantily clad, though I liked to think it
wasn’t
for me, in shorts and a tank top. Her blonde hair was curly around her shoulders and her legs were crossed as she sat on the couch. She was tan and hot as hell and the sight of her kicked me in the gut. I ignored my rising desire and went to the fridge in the kitchen. Ignoring her altogether seemed like a good idea, too.

She was messing with her phone, ignoring me just as much as I ignored her, but it didn’t feel right from her. I thought she might be trying to play hard to get. No matter how hard the getting got, I refused to play into her game. I wasn’t about to get my ass kicked by Dallas. I pulled a Coke out of the fridge and sucked half of it down before I took a breath. When I lowered the can, she was standing on the other side of the island, staring at me intently.

“What happened earlier was a bad idea,” she started, her big green eyes sincere.

I agreed, but it still stung my ego to hear her say the words. “Of course.”

“I mean, I’ve been messed up, emotionally, for the last few years. My dad died, and then my sister… I just did it to be impulsive. And because you’re crazy hot,” she said.

Her admission had my cock rising, but I told myself she wasn’t coming on to me, and I was able to control myself. “I get it. Let’s forget it ever happened.” I hoped she would forget. And never tell Dallas.

“Agreed.” She stuck her hand out for me to shake.

I grasped her hand and there it was: a spark of electricity. She jumped but I held on to her hand as the initial pain of the shock wore off. “Agreed.” I let my eyes bore into hers and she finally pulled away, staring at her hands.

“I really want to sing with you, though,” she admitted, eyes still downcast.

I smiled. “I’d like that, too. We can work on it tomorrow. You must be exhausted from the long day. Want to watch a movie? I’ll make popcorn.”

She lifted her head and her eyes lit up. “That sounds great.”

“I’ll get started. Dallas has a huge DVD library. Pick one out and I’ll get the popcorn started,” I directed her to the large bookcase filled with DVDs.

She walked over to the bookshelf while I pulled out a pan to cook some corn. “What are you in the mood for? Scary, comedy, romantic, Sci-Fi?”

I laughed. “Comedy.” No way
,
I was getting pulled into a scary or romantic movie. Sci-Fi wasn’t something I was interested in, either.

As the oil heated up on the stove, I turned to watch her as she picked one out. She hummed as she searched through the movies
,
and it took me a second to realize she was humming the tune to my song. I couldn’t help but smile. The single kernel in the pan popped and I knew turned away from her, focusing on making popcorn.

A few minutes later, she’d put a movie in the DVD player and was sitting on the couch. I brought over a big bowl of popcorn, covered in butter and salt and she looked at it in disgust.

“Don’t you have an air-popper?”

“Hell no! This is the only real way to eat popcorn! And don’t try to play like you aren’t hungry, either. We skipped dinner,” I said.

“We had a late lunch,” she countered.

I sighed as I sat down next to her. “Shut up and eat the popcorn.”

She laughed as the movie started.

The opening credits came across the screen and I was surprised she picked one of my favorite movies. Mel Gibson and Danny Glover, along with Joe Pesci and Chris Rock made for a hilarious cast, even if the movie was sixteen years old. I set the popcorn bowl between us, tempting Ember. She shook her head, but as the movie played, I caught her grabbing a few handfuls.

It was natural, sitting there, watching a movie together. It felt like we were old friends, like we met years, not hours ago. I couldn’t understand it. I had no explanation for the ease of our friendship. Even after the bathroom blowjob, things went right back to the way they’d been before then: completely normal. We didn’t act as if we’d been intimate and there wasn’t any embarrassment.