Chapter 190

Cruise

I’m dreaming, wrapped in the fogginess of whatever my subconscious wants me to know. My mouth is slanted, claiming the mouth of another, my fingers are thrust into hair I know, blonde and a mass of curls, as I tilt her face to the side so I can get in deeper.

“Caleb,” she moans, and as I feel her hands at my biceps, I know this isn’t a dream.

“Ruby,” I hiss as I feel her legs part, allowing me to slide in between them.

Sometime in the afternoon we’ve spent sleeping, we’ve rolled toward one another and started kissing. The kissing must have been going on for a while, because my cock is hard, pressing against the zipper of my jeans, and as I pry my eyes open I see love bites on her chest and neck. The belt at my waist is undone, and the button on my jeans has been popped. I’m thick against my boxers, searching for her core.