“No, no, no, no, no!” I chant as I thrash around in my bed. Why is life so fucking mean? That was so hot, and I want it back. That was better than reality, and I want to grab a vibrator and go to town on myself while I still have the dream fresh in my mind.
Maybe, if I try hard enough, I can fall back asleep and launch right into another sex dream. This time, I want one where they all strip slowly for me and I don’t miss anything. Oooh dream mirrors. I can just snap my fingers and imagine mirrors appearing so I can fuck all of them in a mirrored room.
Damn, I can’t believe I even fantasized about Jerif joining in. He’s fucking annoying, but there’s no denying how hot that was. I close my eyes again, like I’m telling my imagination ready, set, go, but try as I might, I can’t get the dream back. If anything, it just slips further and further away.
I groan, sexually pissed off, and dive for my nightstand. Opening the drawer, I shove aside old magazines, a couple of bracelets, and a package of tissues before my hand clamps around my vibrator. But when I click the damn thing, it doesn’t turn on, confirming that it is definitely dead. Apparently, that’s the only thing my dream got right.
“Dammit,” I mutter, feeling even more frustrated as I toss it back into the drawer and then get up and stomp toward the bathroom where I strip down and get into the shower. With the hot water and steam surrounding me, I try to rub my aching clit, but I can already tell it’s going to be a lackluster, hollow orgasm. Solo orgasms are just never as good as the ones someone else gives to you.
What I need is four hot as fuck demons to play out my new favorite sexual fantasy. I drop my hand, glaring at my non-detachable showerhead. Why didn’t I get the kind that I could remove from the wall and hold against my pussy? I need to put that on the wishlist for when I redo the bathroom. Must-Have: Awesome detachable showerhead with enough water pressure to get me off. There’s gotta be a section for that in Home Depot.
I shampoo, condition, and shave aggressively, giving my picky clit a glare every time I look down. She’s running the show, and now that I’ve had the best fantasy ever, I’m not sure she’ll ever settle for anything less sexy.
When I’m done in the shower, I get dressed in jeans and a black tank top, and quickly dry my hair. It’s not until I’m running deodorant under my arms that I hear something...banging in the living room. It says a lot about my life that I’m not even concerned that the noise could be anything but my demons.
Echo and Crux popped me right into my house last night without a care in the world, hung out for a bit while we ate, and then left for the Gate while one of them watched my house from the outside all night. But now, they clearly think I have an open door policy and they can come and go as they please without even fucking knocking on the front door first.
Although, if they brought coffee, I might just forgive the intrusion.
19
I put my stuff away and then head down the hall, noting the open curtains in the living room that are letting in the sunlight. A glance at the clock hanging over the TV tells me that I slept way longer than I realized; it’s nearly two o’clock in the afternoon. Sex dreams take a lot of time apparently.
I walk through the living room, but I freeze when I see the blown out wall I knocked down to open the kitchen into the dining room. Crux and Echo are standing there in nothing but clean pairs of pants slung low on their tapered waists. The sight of masculine veins, bare abs, and chiseled chests while I’m so sexually unsatisfied both thrills me and instantly pisses me off. Or maybe my anger is reserved for what they’ve done.
The kitchen...is fixed.
I gape as I look at where the bare concrete flooring should be, but it’s been replaced with hardwood floors. The busted up wall and ceiling have been patched and painted, and a new set of gray cupboards mysteriously hang on the wall, with matching gray cabinets extended across the floor. Hell, my fridge isn’t even my fridge anymore. It’s stainless steel and matches the other brand new appliances that all have new locations around my now massive and extended kitchen.
It’s gorgeous, and I’m instantly pissed.
As soon as I see that Crux and Echo are lifting a heavy piece of white and gray marble onto my countertop, I fucking lose it.
“What. The. Hell.”
My voice carries, and the guys glance over at me in the doorway, their muscles bulging as they start to slip the stunning countertop into place. Where the fuck did they get all of this?
“You’re up,” Crux says with a smile, dropping his hold on the counter suddenly as he walks over to me. Echo curses and nearly drops what I’m sure is a very expensive slab of marble. “You...motherfucker…” Echo strains through gritted teeth while every visible muscle bulges as he struggles to set the marble down just right.
Crux ignores him, his beautiful face spread into a grin as he stands in front of me. “How do you feel? You slept a long time.”
“How the hell did you do all of this?” My eyes can’t stop bouncing from thing to thing. This doesn’t look like my dingy, small kitchen anymore. Everything is so damn shiny.
“Like I said, you slept a long time.”
My eyes fly back to
