Shifters of Grrr 2 (49 page)

"Yes. Yes." She almost screamed her agreement even though he was not actually asking. Damn, this bossy crap was hot. Maybe she would give it a go next time she ventured into the dating realm. In the bedroom only, of course.

He was a man of his word. Holding her tight so she could feel every bit of what she did to him, he fucked her with his fingers. First one, then two. There was nothing gentle or romantic about what he was doing and it set her body ablaze. When his thumb hit her clit she started to come undone. It wasn't an earth shattering, I am completely sated orgasm, but for one that was given without a kiss or even a look in the eye or a tweak of her nipples, it was pretty freakin awesome.
 

"Beautiful Blue Eyes. Remember what happens next?"

"Uh huh." Words had not quite returned yet.

"Tell me." His voice was demanding and oh so sexy.

"You are going to bend me over a table and have your way with me." Her breath was choppy, still catching up after her orgasm.

"Wrong."

"Wrong?"
 

"Wrong. I am going to make you come again as I pound into you from behind."
 

Nora wasn't sure how that was any different, but there was no use arguing with a dream.

"Yes, do that." She was now panting, just thinking about what was to come.

"Lean forward." She did and that was when she noticed the table in front of her. Dream sex sure was convenient. "Hold onto the edge of the table, with your belly lying flat on it." As she did so, she felt the cool breeze hit her bare ass. He had pulled her skirt completely up.

"Oh, one day I am going to enjoy reddening this ass, but now I have to have you."
 

Nora heard a zipper and cloth fall to the floor. It was all she could do not to turn around but she was so afraid that if she did the spell would be over. Well, the dream anyways. His hands were on her hips as he leaned on top of her. She had underestimated his size when they were dancing. He was packing. She was a lucky girl.

"Now." Goodness gracious, she was begging.
 

"Yes, Blue Eyes, now." He pulled up and before she could even miss the weight of him he was inside her with one smooth motion. It was an amazing sense of completeness, which was odd to say the least. Before she could think on that any longer, he did exactly as promised and started to pound into her from the back. He filled her so completely and, at this angle, he hit her in all the right spots. She was never a girl to come without a little help from her clit, but she could feel herself building to the precipice already. She was going to prove his honesty by coming again.
 

"You are perfect," he mumbled from behind and he kept his pace and force. "I need to find you for real."

"From your lips--"

Beep beep beep.

"Fuck a duck." Nora smacked at her alarm clock. She had long since given up on using her phone as an alarm after flinging it across the room a few too many times. At least alarm clocks were cheap.
 

Her body was still tingling from the oh so real dream. If her roommate hadn't been
 
in the next bed, she would take care of it right then and there. Instead she rolled over and tried to recapture the dream before her snooze alarm went off. Mission – fail.

Chapter 2

Moving day was here and there was nothing Nora wanted less. True, her apartment was smaller than those new tiny homes that were all the rage and she shared it with a person who was not only lacking in the funding department, but also in the helping department, but at least it was hers. Moving home after graduation was not at all in her five year plan, but sadly the job offers weren't flying in and until she got a real grown up job instead of her barely paying internship, she couldn't afford to live on her own. Sara had not paid her half of the rent in a few months and that had depleted what was left of Nora's financial cushion. With the lease up, moving home was the responsible thing to do.

Not that she was moving
home
, per se. She had never lived there. When her mother had moved in with and then married her current squeeze, Nora was already a junior in college. The guy seemed nice enough, but Nora knew better than to get attached. She loved her mother dearly, but would never describe her as wife material. Her mom Brenda was a serial monogamist and while it seemed to suit her just fine, it was not the life Nora aspired to have. She might be young and idealistic, but Nora wanted it all: marriage, babies, hot sex, and forever.
 

Her mom had tried to convince her more than once that Mr. Right Now was not a bad thing and in fact could be amazing. Nora wasn't buying it though. If she wasted time on Mr. Right Now, she might miss her one true love. That philosophy had let to many boring nights. Not that she really wanted to go out lately. She had become all but obsessed with her dream lover.
 

No longer did it surprise her when he showed up. The only thing that bothered her, though rarely at the time, was that he was always behind her or she was wearing a blind fold. While that was kinky and hot, it felt lacking when all was said and done. Nora wanted to see the man who made her dreams so steamy. She often woke up feeling as if she had really had all of the orgasms he gave her, even down to the soaking wet panties. If she ever found someone half as good as her dream guy was, she was going to be a very lucky lady.

Nora looked around her apartment one last time. It was almost embarrassing that all of her belongings fit into her car, down to her blow-up mattress. All of the other furniture was Sara's, which was probably the only reason Nora hadn't been more upset covering her half of the rent the past few months before moving to Washington to take her own internship.

Her mom only lived forty-five minutes away, but Nora was dreading the drive. It felt like she was walking the plank only instead of drowning, she was proving she was a failure. True, her internship was for a great company and had the potential to get her far, but she wanted a job with an actual salary.
 

Minimum wage and a cap at twenty hours paid with another twenty expected as her "educational" experience was close to slavery. She was lucky that she got a salary though. Some of the people she graduated with were actually paying to have an internship. Once she got settled in, Nora would need to look for a part-time job, but for now, mooching off of her mom would have to do.

Nora placed the keys on the counter, as her landlord requested, and left her apartment for the last time, trying to convince herself that this was for the best and would only lead to great things. As she closed her car door, she promised herself she wouldn't look back. She was a college graduate with an amazing transcript and a whole lot of talent. This was simply a pot hole.

Nora cranked up the radio and made her way out of town and onto the highway. She might as well get used to the ride because her internship was near her old apartment. The music quickly took over and she found herself at a dance party instead of a pity party for one. She probably looked ridiculous to all those who saw her, but she had long since let that get in the way of her love of moving to the groove, as she liked to call it.

She was pulling into her mom's, scratch that, her new driveway. The log cabin was in the middle of nowhere. While the commute was going to be less than fun, she was excited about the location. While she loved the nightlife in the city, she felt most at home in nature.

Nora had always loved to just wander through the woods, find a nice spot and sit and read for hours. There was something calm and peaceful about it. Last time she visited, she had found the perfect spot and hoped that now that all of the foliage had filled in from the spring that it was still as inviting.

Nora grabbed her purse and duffle bag and meandered to the front door. She knew it would be unlocked, even though her mom and her stepdad were at work. They never locked it. According to Brian, her stepdad, "No one in their right mind would ever attempt to disturb my place." Nora mused that it was more that no one could find the place.

Nora opened the door and was immediately hit with the smell of her mother's famous pot roast. Of course it was only famous because it was the only thing she ever made for company. She put it in the slower cooker and forgot about it. That was her kind of cooking. Nora inhaled deeply. This was her mother's version of a welcome home and it made Nora smile.

Unloading her car took less time than she dared hope. Her new "room" was actually their old guest room. It was small and reminded her of a before picture in one of those home make over shows, but it had a real bed, a small chest of drawers, and was on the opposite end of the house from her mother so it wasn't without its charm.
 

Initially she had hoped to get her new stepbrother Colton's old room. It had a connected bathroom and she really loved the idea of that. Apparently her mom had agreed that Nora should have it since in all the time they had been together she had never met Colton, much less had him stay there. Brian had shut Brenda down immediately saying the room would always be left open for him and that was that.
 

Spoiled brat travelled around the world, not bothering to come home for his father's wedding, and yet his father still held his room for him. Must be nice. Nora knew she was being unfair. He was traveling the world, true, but from what she had heard he was working, not gallivanting. Colton Wilson was some sort of computer whiz and, according to the tabloids, he was one of the world's most eligible bachelors. Not sure why that meant he needed his high school bedroom preserved for all time, but there it was.

Exhaustion hit Nora hard. She knew she should probably unpack everything she unloaded from the car, but she really just needed some sleep. Nora laid on the bed and closed her eyes for a quick catnap. It would be few hours before her mom got home, so there was plenty of time to unpack her meager belongings then. Nora sunk into the bed. It had been so long since she slept on anything other than an air mattress and it felt like a little bit of heaven as she curled up on her side to sleep. Her head barely hit the pillow before she was deep in slumber.

"Blue Eyes, what are you doing here?"
 

Nora stretched as she 'woke.' It still felt weird to know she was dreaming like this, but she was getting used to it. She opened her eyes and was not the least surprised to find them blindfolded. One day she would see him, but it seemed that once again that day was not today.

"I was sleeping, but this is better. I missed you last night." It was freeing to be able to say whatever was on her mind. A dream didn't judge and if she came across as needy, so be it. She would just have to dream up someone new. Possibly someone who let her actually see them.
 

Nora sat up and traced the muscles of his abs with her fingertips. She might not have seen them yet, but she had them memorized. She'd made one comment about how he should never wear a shirt around her and he took it as law. Dream guys really were the best.

"I missed you too. I was pulling an all-nighter for work." This was the first time he had mentioned anything personal and it was kind of nice. Maybe she could just do one of those medically induced comas and live in this dream world for all times.
 

His hands were now on her and she lost all coherent thought. She leaned in, practically begging him for a kiss but instead of putting his magical lips on hers, he pulled her nipple into his mouth. She was naked--how had she missed that? Her body was already beginning to sing with that one small movement. She moaned in response. His hands moved behind her ass and he pulled her up onto his lap.
 

He was oh so very ready for her, if his steel hard erection was any indication. She wanted, no needed, to get her mouth on him tonight. He always seemed to find an excuse for her not to, even though he took great pleasure in licking, kissing, and sucking her everywhere. He always mumbled some excuse about it being all about her and then touched her in a way that made her forget all things but feeling the sensations he brought out in her.

"Please," she begged.

He pulled his mouth off of her nipple with a pop. "Please what, Blue Eyes?"

"Please let me taste you." He chuckled in response. "What is so funny about me wanting to swallow you whole?"

This time he moaned and she could have sworn his cock got harder. "You really want to, don't you."

"Yes!" She sounded like a kid being asked if they wanted their birthday presents a day early. "Why do you think I keep asking?"

"Because you think you need to since I take care of you?"
 

"Oh you dream men, always so considerate." He tweaked her nipple. "No. I want to, so give me your cock."

"Patience, woman. If it is my cock you want, my cock you shall get."

She scootched off of his lap, waiting for her prize while she leaned against the upholstered headboard. No fancy locations tonight. She was in her new room. "This bed is so much better than my old one."

"What do you mean?" His voice sounded stilted and Nora was not sure what she said that was wrong.