It felt like only seconds later when, in the darkness, a warm, moist sensation ran down his abdomen toward his shortsâ waist, making his muscles tense in a really good way. In his dream-like state, he pictured Emma running her tongue down his body and smiled. He could picture her doing exactly that, as it felt much like he would expect a small warm tongue to feel. Moving south, the sensation twirled around his waistband, and he squirmed sleepily.
~God, she was good with her tongue.~ He could picture her soft blue eyes looking up at him sexily, and he was definitely getting hard with it. His waistband was tugged slightly, and he felt himself heating up with the dream. Fucking her in his sleep was common, but this was a new turn. Never had he dreamed about her blowing him off, and he sure as hell wasnât about to stop it.
He was aware that his brain was trying to wake him up, but he fought it to hold on to the pictures in his head. He didnât care if he had a wet dream lying here. She had given him plenty in the past months, and Daniel sure as hell wouldnât laugh. All guys did it. That hot, warm mouth moved lower, pulling his shorts down enough to get the tip of him free and connected with a suction that almost made him cum right then.
Suddenly realizing this was all a little too un-Emma and feeling too real, he sat up with a start and blinked at his surroundings harshly. He looked down at the still-warm sensation encircling his dick and scowled at the brunette with her face in his lap before shoving her away hard. He sent Miracle, fully naked, sliding across the deck aggressively and unceremoniously. ~Fuck!~
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â he barked at her, pulling himself right and jumping to his feet. He felt dirtyâ¦like he needed a shower all of a sudden. âAnd put some fucking clothes on.â He snapped again, lifting the towel from Hunterâs lounger and throwing it at her as he saw the tears in her eyes. A look of complete shock and humility, not that he could blame her.
Old Carrero would have been more than open to this little scenario only a couple of months ago. Hell, he would have helped it along, pulled her off his shorts, and impatiently pulled her onto his lap. ~God damn, Daniel!~ This was Hunterâs idea of helping him? Getting his porn star sidekick to blow him off while he was asleepâand judging by the nakedness, she had intended climbing on top when he was turned on.
The thought made him feel sick. If he hadnât woken up, he would have fucked her. God, if his sleep condition had kicked in, he would definitely have done it, but not in a good way. Like that, he was aggressive and fevered and had been known to screw like a caveman with zero control. ~Did she even have a goddamn condom with her?~ ~Or did she just assume climbing onto him bareback was fucking acceptable because she was a porn star who used birth control?~
The thought made his skin crawl. Porn stars had never been his type. He liked his women with fewer air miles, so to speak. He wanted to lash out right now, find Hunter, and beat him. He was so unbelievably pissed off. The girl just sat cowering at his temper, clutching the towel across her breasts pointlessly, still as much on show at his unexpected reaction.
He felt guilty and held out a hand to help her up when she just continued to stare at him. If I wanted to fuck you, then you would know about it. I donât. Iâm here with Emma.â She hesitated, then let him pull her to her feet, using the towel a little more successfully and sniffing back a tear. Big doe eyes on show, and his temper calming. Girls were hard to be mad at when they did all that vulnerable shit.
âDaniel told me to surprise you, said once I started, you would blow my mind.â She bit on her lip, and he felt the rest of the anger dissipate at the childish mannerism Emma had too. âDanielâs an asshole. You can tell him I said so.â Jake clicked his neck to release the tension and waved her away, hoping to God she would never try this crap again.
He would need to sleep with one eye open or sleep beside Emma anytime he needed a nap if Hunter was hell-bent on curing his celibacy. ~Wanker.~ âGo, leave me to cool down, and donât bring this up again, okay?â He would be having some fucking stern words with Hunter; this shit was not on at all. He noticed how the sneaky bastard had never reappeared. He was probably screwing the other slut down below with his woman up here. Not that he cared.
Marissa had had more men than hot dinners in the last decade, and Daniel would use and abuse her in any way he saw fit. The more degraded, the better. âPussy.â Hunterâs voice carried from behind, and he saw him rising up the ladder from the sea. The asshole was swimming, not screwing. Rare for him. Mind you, despite all his leering at Marissa, he knew Daniel hated her with a passion, maybe enough to bypass sex.
âFuck off ⦠What the hell was that?â Jake moved at him angrily, temper reigniting at his presence, and Daniel feigned a submissive position. Flapping hands like a woman. âPlease donât hit me, big boy.â He whimpered in a girly voice with fluttering lashes and kissy lips on top of it all. ~Jesus, why was this moron his friend?~ âShithead.â
Jake dove in, grappling Hunter around the waist and pulling him into a wrestling hold on the deck floor. Hunter was quick to fight back, and soon they were knocking lumps out of each other and rolling around like idiots. Jake got Hunter with an elbow to the jaw, a muffled grunt before the twins appeared.
âGet a room, pansies,â Vince smirked as he stalked by, dodging the leg that came out to kick him. âJealous much?â Daniel pouted from the headlock Jake had him in before Jake shoved him away and punched him in the shoulder a little forcefully. Asshole needed to learn some manners. Daniel threw him a glare and tried to flick him in the face.
Jake dodged easily with his lightning reflexes and jumped to his feet as Richard climbed the last rung onto the boat too. âLovebirds at it again?â Richard smirked at his twin, and he nodded back. The two of them were like a double actânot a funny one though, just a couple of jerks. Jake turned to Hunter with a frown.
âDonât ever pull that shit again ⦠If I wanted a blow job, I would go down and demand one,â he fumed, but both twins broke into huge grins. âWhat have we missed here? Hunter, did you finally embrace your Jake love and try to give the man a BJ?â Vincent burst into hysterical laughter, and Daniel only shook his head.
âHa funny ha, fuck off ⦠He turned down Miracle ⦠Laugh it up, dickheads.â Daniel stuck his fingers up at the pair, lifting a towel from the bed and throwing it at them. âWhy would he want your cast-offs when he has that tight-assed little thing looking all fuck-me-now wandering around? I would tap that ass over Miracle any day.â Vincent grinned, but Jakeâs temper flared.
âKnock it the fuck off ⦠Donât speak about her like that. ~Ever~!â Jake was growling, full-on fierce protector, and he didnât want them talking about her like she was some piece of meat. He didnât want them even breathing her way, let alone thinking of touching her. âAhhhhh ⦠Jakeâs in lurve.â Richie threw a beer toward him, and he caught it mid-airâa grip that almost caused it to explode on impact.
âJakeâs not fucking impressed with this conversation, so can we just drop it?â He glared at both of them, opening his can while Hunter had the sense to wander off and collapse on a lounger, getting the bed damp with the water still clinging to him. ~Jake was not in love ⦠Okay, maybe Jake could be in love, but he shouldnât be because this was going nowhere and had heartbreak written all over it.~
âWhatâs she like in the sack?â Vincent threw a look his way, but Jake only growled in response. All tension returned, body prickling, and ready to start boxing for real. âLeave him alone. Canât you see he has zero sense of humor regarding Emma?â Daniel cut in, and the warning look he was throwing off matched Jakeâs. He may be a twat and a half, but Daniel didnât like anyone else giving his best mate a hard time. It was his job alone.
Jake was relieved to see the twins take the warning. One thing about them was they respected Hunterâs word. Jake wasnât with the twins often enough anymore to have the same hierarchy with them that Hunter did. He was losing his edge and getting soft, according to them nowadays. He should beat the shit out of them and show them he was still as much Alpha as Hunter was.
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Beat them for even daring to mention Emma in a derogatory way. âI think everyone should just chill the fuck out and crack open the beer.â
Daniel lifted an eyebrow his way, and Jake softened. Drinking was a surefire way to calm him down, and he was game.
Emma would be hours yet. If he slept before she came back, he would be sober enough to withstand her.
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