The bed was warm despite the lack of any covers but the sheet. A damp, almost sex-laden, air hung throughout the room. Luke was having one of the best dreams he could remember. What made it better was that it had actually happened. A beautiful woman had laid beneath him, played a very active role in their lovemaking, and had eventually clung to his shoulders and come with his name on her lips.
Then his mind took it to the next level. Camryn was on all fours, her face buried in a plush pillow to muffle her moans as he thrust into her over and over. In and out, harder and faster...building until his hips were a blur.
Her muscles would start to tighten up, his cock becoming even thicker to announce that it too would be satisfied soon. He would hold back using all of his self-control—thinking about boring, non-sexual things like filing your taxes—in order to hold back until she began bucking against him. Finally he would release, and the two of them would sink onto the bed in post-orgasmic bliss.
A smile curved his lips at the thought of holding her again. It had been a new experience—feeling that satisfied. Not only sexually, but deep inside—where it counts. For a long time they had talked afterward. They'd both grown up in small towns, and had just about everything in common. He even remembered telling her about how his father had been abusive. The nights he spent purposely keeping his sleep light so that he could hear when the old man came home. Slowly he would creep to the top of the stairs and watch the scene unfold. It was always the same.
The arguing that led to harsh words from his father. His mom would whisper for him to shush so that the kids didn't wake up. That was always the breaking point. For a reason Luke would never understand, his father had harbored the idea that Luke and his kid sister Nellie weren't his. Countless times Luke had mentally begged his mother to just not bring up the kids. Just once. That way he wouldn't have to bound down the stairs and get in the middle. The following days he would go to school with one type of injury or another. He always shrugged it off as a football battle wound, and that made everyone just nod and chuck him on the shoulder—praise him for being the hero quarterback.
Only when the coach himself got suspicious did anything close to the truth come out. From then on Coach Carson—a man with power in the community—had "suggested" to Mr. Masterson that he stay in line. Rarely was there a problem after that. Unless you counted the fact that Luke had felt so indebted to the Coach that he'd dated LeAnna Carson throughout high school. Warm and bubbly on the outside, but cool and hard inside, LeAnna wasn't what he'd ever wanted.
No, he wanted someone like the woman he'd brought home tonight. A little shy and hesitant on the outside, but warm...oh so warm...not to mention tight and slick...on the inside.
With the thought of how amazing she was, Luke rolled to the side—wanting to pull her back against him. Feel her firm round ass nestled in against his groin.
But she wasn't there.
Luke's eyes flew open. He sat up fast, no longer relaxed, but completely on-edge. Had she left? No. She wouldn't. Would she?
He jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of nearby boxers. Ignoring the cool floor on his feet Luke padded out into the living room. "Hey...you still here?"
The bathroom was empty, as was the kitchen and living room. She was gone.
