Soul Dreams (14 page)

He had loved Caro. He really believed that. And her betrayal had hurt almost as much as the burns. But he hadn’t felt for her the depth of emotion he felt for Nina Foster, in what had to be the oddest of situations. Nina’s skin was like the finest satin, her hair like spun silk. And her breasts and nipples. The stuff erotic dreams were made of.

He could listen to her voice forever—low, melodious, like the song of the legendary Sirens. It was more soothing than any of the medication he’d been given yet at the same time fired his blood beyond the boiling point. He wanted to sink into her body and lose himself in the warmth of her flesh.

Jesus! He was in damn bad shape here.

He closed the book, put it on the nightstand, and switched off the light. The words of their IM conversation played in his head as he drifted off to sleep.

“Good. So good. Touch yourself like that.”

He loved it when she was fresh from her bath, fragrant with the strawberry-scent bath oils she used, her face flushed from the heat of the water. Her body soft and yielding.

She had blown his brains out with her delicate and amazing mouth, taking him to heaven and back. Now it was her turn. Kneeling between her thighs, he had a clear view of her sweet cunt, all pink and wet. His mouth watered, and his cock, which had been at rest after a wild ride, was making itself known again.

“Play with your clit,” he reminded her. “Rub your fingertip back and forth over it.”

The rate of her breathing increased while she did as he asked. He ran the tip of one finger the length of her slit then licked her essence with a glide of his tongue.

“So good,” he told her. “I could lick you forever.”

She kept up the movement on her swollen bundle of nerves while he slid one finger inside her waiting pussy.

Oh God!

Warm wet flesh closed around it, tightening, her hips thrusting lightly at him.

He pulled away long enough to don a condom because he was sure when the time came he’d be too far gone to remember. Then he was back. This time he slipped two fingers inside her, feeling the pulsing in her inner walls. Three fingers and she moaned with desire.

“Let go, Nina. I want to see you come.”

He pushed harder and faster, her finger keeping time with him until her body jerked and the spasm grew more intense. He rose up on his knees, cupped the cheeks of her ass to bring her into position, and drove into her with one swift thrust.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Her face was flushed with desire , the pulse at the hollow of her throat beating wildly. The feel of her around him was pure ecstasy. Bracing himself, he
—

He sat up in bed, his heart racing, his skin burning as if he were back in the fire. For a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was. Then he blinked his eyes and realized he was in his bedroom, with the mother of all hard-ons and sweat covering him from head to toe. He wiped his face with shaking hands.

Holy shit
!

He was glad Nina hadn’t asked
him
to tell
her
about
his
dream. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand being alone with her again without attacking her. How had this happened? After the fire, he’d written off the rest of his life. No woman would want him, never mind look at him. And here out of nowhere was Nina, also suffering from something. Was it really the Abenaki legend pulling them together? Had a greater power decided they were meant for each other? Did he really believe such horseshit?

He dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom. Friday and Saturday mornings he’d started on the therapy exercises and equipment with Grange. What he’d done were mere baby steps, showing him how far he had to go. But he was determined now to see it through. If nothing else, at least he could get to a point where Nina didn’t hear him limp.

He stripped off his boxers and cranked on the shower, opting first for hot to ease his sore muscles. But before he shut the water off, he switched the temperature to ice cold, hoping to send a message to his dick.

As he leaned against the tiled wall, he thought the morning couldn’t come soon enough for him.

***

Brutus woke Nina early with his demand to go outside and then be fed. She pulled on a pair of sweats, stuck her feet in her fuzzy slippers, and let him out the back door. She wasn’t in a mood to brave the cold this early. By the time she let him back in, she had a mug of hot coffee in her hands along with a piece of Grange’s delicious apple pie.

If people don’t stop feeding me, I’ll weigh two hundred pounds
.

The computer was still on her kitchen table from the night before. She flipped up the screen and booted it up, waiting for it to come to life. And then what? Could she really describe her dream to Blake? Use the words from her dream?

She was still trying to make up her mind what to do when the IM box popped up. She took a fortifying slug of her coffee, and she clicked on it to open it.

Blake:
R U up?

Booklady:
Brutus gets me up very early. What about you?

Blake: I have Grange. He might be worse than Brutus
.

Nina laughed.

Booklady:
I don’t think so. I’ve met him, remember?

Blake: He was on his best behavior for you
.

She tried to think about what to say next. She couldn’t simply slide into the dream.

Blake:
I dreamed about you last night. Did you think about me?

Booklady:
Yes.

That was all she could get out for the moment. This was all so new to her.

Blake:
I want you to tell me about it.

She nibbled her lower lip then took another sip of coffee.

Booklady:
You first.

Pause. Then his answer popped on the screen.

Blake:
I’ve never done this before.

She laughed again.

Booklady:
Neither have I. But you go first.

Another long pause. Maybe he’d changed his mind. There was no indication he was writing anything. Then the notation “Blake is typing” came up. Nina distracted herself by chewing on a piece of the pie.

Blake:
You were all tender and pink from your bath. I always wish I could see you in a tub full of bubbles, but my dream never starts till after you’re finished.

She jerked back. His dream started in the exact place hers ended? How was this possible? Were they in each other’s minds? Had the Abenaki dream god melded their minds together?

Blake:
U there?

Booklady:
Yes. Go on.

Thank God for the apple pie. Nibbling on it kept her focused.

Blake:
You’re lying on your bed, naked.

Blake:
Do you have a king-sized bed with a painted headboard? Pale blue?

Again she was shocked. He was actually seeing her bedroom, not some imaginary creation. How did this work, anyway?

Booklady:
Yes. I do. I can’t believe you actually see it in your dreams.

Blake:
Want to know what else I see?

Did she? Was she ready for this? She forced herself to relax.

Booklady:
Yes.

Blake:
I see your sweet body spread out on the bed, your nipples a gorgeous rosy red, your cunt so wet and waiting for me. I touch it and nearly lose my mind.

Ohmigod
! Nina leaned back in her chair, greedily gulping her coffee. She hadn’t expected anything quite this explicit.

Blake:
Still there?

Her hand shook as she typed.

Booklady:
I am.

Blake:
Did I scare you off?

She was panting now, her pulse racing. Already the crotch of her sweats was damp, and her pussy fluttered with tiny tremors.
Holy shit
!

Blake:
Nina?

Booklady:
No. I’m still here.

Blake:
Does it turn you on when I tell you these things? Be honest with me.

Turn her on? She was getting close to minor combustion.

Honest. Okay.

Booklady:
It does. How about you?

Blake:
Honey, you don’t know the half of it.

Booklady:
Tell me the rest.

Blake:
I want you to pretend this is happening right this minute. I place my mouth right on your clit and take a slow lick of your slit. Then I tell you to touch yourself, to keep doing it while my tongue slides in and out of you.

Nina took her coffee to the sink, emptied out what was left, and poured a glass of cold water. She drank it halfway down while standing at the sink.

Good Lord
! She was melting here.

Blake:
Did I scare you off?

She sat down again.

Booklady:
No. Not at all. Um. I’ve never done this before. Had computer sex.

Blake:
It’s good, isn’t it?

She knew she was blushing as she typed.

Booklady:
Yes.

Blake: I’m not telling you any more until I get some details from you. It’s not fair
.

Nina took another sip of water before writing.

Booklady:
It began as always with me getting out of the tub. So you see? In my dream, you do get to see me.

Blake:
Too bad we can’t mesh our dreams together. Maybe….

Booklady:
Maybe what?

Blake:
Nothing. Go on. Tell me more.

Booklady:
You’re behind me. Naked.

Her fingers trembled as she wrote the words.

Booklady:
You always blindfold me with a silk scarf. Why can’t I see your face? And you always have a T-shirt on. What’s the deal with not letting me see you?

Where did he go
?
Did I lose him
?

Blake:
It’s more of a fantasy this way. You said you liked fantasies.

Booklady:
But I want to see you.

Blake:
Later. Maybe. After….

She frowned.

Booklady:
After what?

Blake:
Nothing. Go on. What’s next?

Booklady:
You wrap a big bath towel around me to dry me off then pull me around so you can kiss me.

Blake:
Is the kiss as good as the ones we shared last night?

She smiled.

Booklady:
Almost. It’s better in person.

Blake:
Then what?

Could she actually write this?

Booklady:
I, um, drop my towel and go to my knees. I wrap my fingers around you and…you know….

Blake: