Blue Moon Dragon (17 page)

And in her dream she felt like a gorgeous swan instead of the tomboy who liked to build things and work with her hands.

Brandon licked down her cleavage as far as he could, palming her breasts in his hands before laving her nipples with the wet rasp of his tongue. Jess sighed her pleasure as his mouth branded her flesh. Her nipples beaded to tight points and she wished he’d take her into his mouth as he had the previous evening. The thought had no sooner formed than his lips fastened around her nipple.

He drew strongly, sending tendrils of pleasure shooting straight to her clit. Immediately it wasn’t enough.

“Brandon, stop.”

His head jerked up. A dark brow arched. “Stop?”

“I need to touch. I want to see you, explore your body like you explored me last night.”

A grin twitched his lips followed by a flash of white teeth. He rolled onto his back, placed his hands behind his head and smiled up at her. “Have at me.”

Jess melted to a puddle inside, excited by the opportunity to play the seductress. She pulled the covers off his body, feeling the same anticipation she experienced opening presents on Christmas morning. The muscles of his stomach flexed while she looked her fill. Her gaze traveled upward across broad shoulders and an almost hairless chest, across the dark strands of hair, messy and tangled and long enough to brush his collarbone.

Without haste, she reached out to test his flesh with her fingers. He was still cold to the touch, but that was a temporary thing. By the time she finished they’d both burn.

She stroked her fingers across a pectoral muscle and he flinched as if he expected something bad to happen. He relaxed quickly, giving her a sexy grin that made her toes curl with lust, her pussy moisten for his possession. Talk about a killer grin.

Jess bent her head and raked her tongue across his flat, masculine nipple. Back and forth she licked, his taste reminding her of the outdoors with hints of spicy green. Her breast brushed his chest when she explored further, testing his flesh, nibbling and licking.

“Kiss me,” he ordered.

Jess lifted her head to peer at him. “Hey, I’m running the show here, buster. You said I could.”

A rough growl vibrated in his chest but he removed his hands, silver eyes blazing with heat as he stared up at her. “I did.”

Jess grinned. “Well then. Let me do my worst.”

Brandon snorted in the way that only a male can, putting loads of expression into the sound. Jess took it to mean he would only take so much taunting. She continued to move down his body, taking her own sweet time, licking his flesh, stroking. His cock swelled against her thigh but she pretended to ignore his erection despite his low, rumbling growls. Tickling his hard abs elicited another canine-like growl. Her fingers moved lower but bypassed his groin to fondle his strong thighs. Jess wedged his thighs apart with her knee and moved into the space she’d made. His legs were long and strong, his feet large—an indicator of cock size, so her girlfriends said. Jess measured visually and silently conceded. They weren’t wrong.

“How long will you torture me?”

“Anyone would think you’re complaining,” Jess tossed back with a smirk. “This is my dream. I can make up the rules as I go.”

“Humph. At least let me touch you.”

“Don’t think so, but I will move things along. Just for you,” she added with a wink in his direction.

“Humph,” Brandon snorted again. “That sly wink of yours cancelled everything you said.”

“Turn over onto your stomach.”

Another low growl sounded. Jess merely grinned and waited for his compliance. With a loud sigh he did and she continued her explorations of his feet. She massaged them lightly until he relaxed. His soles were tough and callused as if he walked barefoot often. She cupped his ankle in one hand and stroked his lightly furred calf. Slowly, she worked her way back up his body, hands gliding and kneading his buttocks.

Lotion. She needed lotion. Jess paused to lean over and open the set of drawers beside her bed. Straining slightly, she plucked a bottle of vanilla lotion from the drawer before sliding it shut again. She flicked the lid open and squeezed a generous dollop into her left palm before setting the bottle aside.

“What are you doing?”

“A surprise. Do you like surprises?”

“No,” he said, his husky voice blunt.

“You know for a dream lover you’re not very cooperative.”
Just my luck. I can’t even get things right in my dreams.

“I’m cooperating.”

“Humph,” Jess snorted. She knew some men were threatened by the fact she was so capable. Things like being able to maintain a vehicle and basic carpentry skills meant she was self-reliant. All the men she’d met and dated had acted okay with her independence at first, but cracks soon appeared when she could outdo them in some of the traditional male roles.

Her last boyfriend had told her all she lacked was a penis. His crude suggestion that she purchase a dildo and do everything herself had been the final straw in their relationship.

Shaking herself mentally, Jess warmed the lotion in her hands, savoring the light scent of vanilla that filled the air. She spread it across his broad shoulders with a gliding motion, varying the pressure while enjoying the sensation of silky skin and the underlying muscles. Slowly, she worked her thumbs down either side of his spine then paused to straddle his legs without placing any weight on him.

She squeezed more lotion on her hands and concentrated on his tight buttocks. With vigorous kneading strokes she manipulated his flesh, his soft groan telling her he was enjoying the torture. Good because so was she. The faint tang of arousal combined with vanilla. Her breasts were pulled tight, a pleasant ache building in her body.

Jess pulled on his butt cheeks, drawing the soft flesh backward and forward, manipulating his genital area without directly touching. Drawing an unsteady breath, she continued with her sensual torture until she heard a growl.

A grin formed, replaced by a yelp. Brandon moved without warning, turning onto his back, his silver eyes glittering up at her.

Jess glanced at his groin. His cock jutted out, the head swollen and ready for action. She moved again, leaning over him. With a lustful sigh, she took him into her mouth without any further preliminaries. Glancing up at his lean face, she saw he watched her, his eyes so full of heat it was a wonder she didn’t burn and smolder.

She smoothed her tongue across the tiny slit at the end, collecting a drop of fluid before sucking greedily and licking. Jess made lots of appreciative noise, some mumbled nonsense, but he seemed to enjoy her ministrations as she moved her hands up and down his shaft.

Brandon tensed, a gruff growl vibrating through his body. He threaded his fingers through her hair, lightly massaging her scalp at the same time. His large frame shook but she continued to lick and lave his sensitive tip. Without warning, he climaxed and semen shot into her mouth. Jess swallowed, the nutty taste bursting upon her taste buds. She slowed her licking and sucking, allowing him to guide her by the pressure of his fingers tangled in her hair until he stilled. After a final swipe of her tongue she let his semi-erect cock fall from her mouth.

“Ah, woman.” Brandon reached down and hauled her up his body, making the whole move effortless. He covered Jess, pinning her to the mattress and slammed his mouth down on hers. Raw need filled Jess as she sank into the kiss. Desire stabbed through her pussy and she realized how Brandon filled the gap in her life. She had family and friends who loved her, a new home and business, the pleasure of doing something she enjoyed. A dream lover who wasn’t afraid to let her be herself.

“Please,” she whispered against her lips. “I need you inside me.”

Brandon lowered his head to tease one nipple with his lips. He tweaked the other with his fingers, dragging a moan from deep in her throat. Her nipple popped from his mouth, wet and taut from his attentions. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I need you again, and I’m going to thrust inside you hard.”

Jess shivered.

“I’m going to go so deep you’ll feel me clear to your toes.”

Jess’s pussy clenched with longing.

“Yes, sweetheart. You’ll get even wetter for me than you are now.” His hand snaked down between her thighs and teased her labia. His talented fingers stroked down her cleft and skimmed her clit with a light touch. “Even wetter than this, sweetheart.”

She was so wet the slide of his fingers produced a squelch. Jess should have felt embarrassed but instead she moaned, the warmth of his fingers searing her swollen flesh. “Are you just gonna talk about it?”

“Don’t you like my sex talk?” he asked with an air of innocence while his busy fingers strummed across her nub.

“I prefer an action man myself,” Jess tossed back, gulping at the spike of sensation that ripped right to her toes. His action was pretty good but she wouldn’t want it to go to his head. He was way too independent for a dream creation. Jess frowned, wondering if she should take this as a sign.

“Ask and you shall receive.” Brandon’s grin warmed her through and seconds later he penetrated, going deep as he’d promised. The throbbing hardness of him filled her to perfection. She sucked in a wildly excited breath, clawing frantically at his back as he withdrew and thrust deep again.

“Oh yes. Like that,” she said, releasing a breath on a moan. God, yes. He’d managed the perfect angle. Absolutely perfect. Her heart thundered with each powerful thrust of his body. Jess bit down on his shoulder and felt the corresponding jump of his cock deep inside her.

His pace increased until her channel tightened and exploded in a series of toe-curling spasms. Jess groaned her pleasure and thanked the gods for sending her the perfect dream lover.

Chapter Three

The next morning Jess yanked at yet another weed then sat back on her heels to wipe her brow. The low drone of a motor sent her gaze darting to the driveway. A visitor? Seconds later the mail van pulled up in front of the manor entrance.

Jess rose and went to greet the postie. A middle-aged woman with steel-gray hair climbed from the van. She waved and walked around to the rear of her vehicle to retrieve a large box and several letters.

“You must be Jess Whittlebury,” she said. “I’m Lois Marsters, the local postie. I need a signature for the parcel. Guessed you were busy so thought I’d save you a trip into the village.” She thrust out her free hand before handing over the parcel and mail.

And she wanted to snoop. Jess smiled, shook her hand then accepted the parcel and bundle of envelopes. “Thanks.”

The woman studied the rose beds, freshly painted wishing well and the trimmed lavender bushes with avid curiosity before turning back to Jess. “Big job.”

“Yes.”

The postie’s gaze focused on a spot behind her left shoulder. “Ah, I see you have help.”

Huh? Jess whirled around and almost swallowed her tongue. Her dream lover stood by the wishing well, a wide grin on his face. Jess’s heart kicked up into a racy beat.

Her lover. Real?

The shuffle of feet on the gravel drive reminded Jess they had company and she couldn’t blurt out stunned questions or go into hysterics right then. It would be all over the village before she could take the man to task.

Jess swallowed. “Um…yes,” she managed.

The man prowled toward her with the grace of a wild beast. Dressed in faded denims, a sparkling white shirt and boots, Brandon looked good enough to eat. Jess licked her lips. Oh boy.

She’d practically devoured him during their last torrid session. But he was real. How? Why? She didn’t get it. She fixed him with a steely gaze but instead of appearing chastened, his grin merely widened.

“I’m Brandon, a friend of Jessica’s.” He picked up the postie’s hand and kissed the back of it with the finesse of an Eighteenth Century gentleman. Then, as a blush settled in the postie’s cheeks, Brandon stepped closer to Jess.

“Pleased to meet you both. I’m glad you’re not here on your own. You’ve heard about the attacks? There was another one not far from the church. Old Mrs. Cooper was struck from behind and had her purse stolen. They left her bleeding on the ground.”

“Is she all right?” Jess asked.

“They had to take her to the hospital.” The postie scowled. “But she’s at home now. You take care.”

“I’ll be with Jess,” Brandon said, slipping his arm around her waist. “I’ll make sure no harm befalls her.”

Jess’s breath eased out with an audible hiss. Until he’d touched her she’d still doubted. There was nothing dreamlike about this male. She could feel him. Smell his enticing masculine scent while his husky voice did something to her nether region she wasn’t comfortable thinking about in public.

She was too astonished for anger, but boy he’d better have explanations. And he could wipe that smirk off his face. Jess pinched him hard on the butt. The wretch barely blinked.

Yep, A-1 supreme, solid male.

Brandon stood with his arm curved around Jess’s waist as they watched the postie maneuver her red van under an overhanging oak branch. Elation bubbled in him. The desire to shift to wolf and throw back his head in a celebratory howl clawed at his control.

Jess could see him. The other woman had seen him.

He was no longer a transparent entity drifting aimlessly around his old estate. Somehow, a second chance was his for the taking. Brandon didn’t know how long this gift would last, but determination to grasp every opportunity pounded him.

“Pleasant woman, but a trifle nosy,” he said.

Jess tugged from his grasp and whirled on him. “You have some explaining to do, mister.” She punctuated each word with an index finger poked in his chest, her brown eyes flashing with fire.

“Jess, I can explain.” Brandon restrained his chuckle, judging from her expression amusement would be ill-advised.

Her brow wrinkled in disbelief. “Do it then. Explain to me why I shouldn’t call the local cops and have you thrown into jail.”

God’s teeth. How did he explain to Jess he was a ghost? And a werewolf if he wanted preciseness. Somehow he thought Jess would want every detail, but would she believe? He sucked in a hasty breath, taking pleasure in the simple act.