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had to get him something with a
little personality.
And besides, with the sleeve of tattoos
on his arm, it was strange that he had such boring dinner
wear.
I surveyed the glut of product they
had; all kinds of cute, mugs with naughty sayings, endless cartoon
logos and characters—I picked up a Hello Kitty mug I didn’t have
and considered getting a second one for Raphael; and of course
kittens and puppy dogs abounded. I thought about getting him some
of those too.
But then I saw the absolutely most
perfect novelty mug ever created. And it was perfect for
him!
I picked it up just as the girls made
their way over to me, arms laden with their items.
I held up the mug, their eyes went
wide, and we all broke out in raucous laughter.
“ Oh my god,” Darla wheezed
between laughs. “He’s going to have a cow!”
Bette winked at me approvingly. “You
can be so mean.”
I turned and headed to the sales
counter to make my purchase.
***
I opened the door and exited the party.
The room was small and unpopulated, and there was a roaring fire in
the fireplace, and one of those lovely fainting couches that no one
actually has in their homes. The room was lit with only a
smattering of flickering candles.
I dragged myself over to the couch and
gently lowered myself onto it. The chocolate silk dress had been a
hit, but the shoes were killing my feet. I leaned back and to the
side and raised my legs up on the couch, so my feet dangled over
the edge.
Closing my eyes I sighed as the
pressure on my poor, tortured feet let up.
“ May I help you take those
off, ma’am?” Brad Pitt said, his voice rough and husky.
Oh, this was a dream? A Brad
dream.
I sighed as he took hold of my ankle
and started to pull my left shoe off. I hadn’t had a Brad Pitt
dream in weeks. I was glad he was back.
Maybe I’d get a naked foot
massage?
I licked my lips as I felt Brad’s rough
hand slide up my leg and expertly snap the clips connecting my silk
stockings to my garter belt. God, he knew how to do
everything.
His hands rolled down my stocking, his
fingertips sliding down my thigh, over my knee, and then down my
calf.
I opened my eyes as he pressed his
thumbs into the now naked arch of my foot, and the ball of my foot
into the smooth, warm hairless flesh and muscle of his
chest.
I jumped in surprise: Jake knelt at my
feet, shirtless, gorgeous, his delicious bare skin glowing in the
candlelight. He stared up into my eyes and licked those pouty,
thick lips of his.
I stared into his milk chocolate eyes
for what seemed like a lifetime, and then finally pulled my gaze
away.
“ I’m sorry I pulled you into
my dream.” I felt my face flush from shame. “You can go
now.”
“ But I just got here,” he
said, and I looked back to him. “And I came on my own… couldn’t
stay away.”
Oh sweet baby Jesus, this was so
twisted. Jake would never even want to talk to me, not to mention
show up half-naked in one of my dreams.
I closed my eyes and leaned back,
hitting my head ineffectually against the padded back of the
fainting couch.
A pair of hands glided down my bare
neck—I must have my hair up. They were big and strong and they
found exactly where I was tense.
I opened my eyes and looked up… and
jumped again.
Raphael Morales stood over me, his
hands kneading the tight muscles of my neck and
shoulders.
He wasn’t shirtless, but his silky
dress shirt was open all the way and a tantalizing expanse of tan,
creamy skin and rippling muscles played over his chest as he
massaged me.
I tensed all the more as I realized
that both men were in my dream.
Shiiit…
“ Relax,” Jake drawled as he
kissed his way up my thigh.
“ Yes, chica ,’ Raphael purred, his hand
smooth and warm as they pressed down over my chest and under my
dress. “Everything will be just fine.”
I arched as they two men hit their
mark.
Chapter 12: Jake
I used to love days off. I’d work on my
truck, fix something on the house, maybe mow
little personality.
And besides, with the sleeve of tattoos
on his arm, it was strange that he had such boring dinner
wear.
I surveyed the glut of product they
had; all kinds of cute, mugs with naughty sayings, endless cartoon
logos and characters—I picked up a Hello Kitty mug I didn’t have
and considered getting a second one for Raphael; and of course
kittens and puppy dogs abounded. I thought about getting him some
of those too.
But then I saw the absolutely most
perfect novelty mug ever created. And it was perfect for
him!
I picked it up just as the girls made
their way over to me, arms laden with their items.
I held up the mug, their eyes went
wide, and we all broke out in raucous laughter.
“ Oh my god,” Darla wheezed
between laughs. “He’s going to have a cow!”
Bette winked at me approvingly. “You
can be so mean.”
I turned and headed to the sales
counter to make my purchase.
***
I opened the door and exited the party.
The room was small and unpopulated, and there was a roaring fire in
the fireplace, and one of those lovely fainting couches that no one
actually has in their homes. The room was lit with only a
smattering of flickering candles.
I dragged myself over to the couch and
gently lowered myself onto it. The chocolate silk dress had been a
hit, but the shoes were killing my feet. I leaned back and to the
side and raised my legs up on the couch, so my feet dangled over
the edge.
Closing my eyes I sighed as the
pressure on my poor, tortured feet let up.
“ May I help you take those
off, ma’am?” Brad Pitt said, his voice rough and husky.
Oh, this was a dream? A Brad
dream.
I sighed as he took hold of my ankle
and started to pull my left shoe off. I hadn’t had a Brad Pitt
dream in weeks. I was glad he was back.
Maybe I’d get a naked foot
massage?
I licked my lips as I felt Brad’s rough
hand slide up my leg and expertly snap the clips connecting my silk
stockings to my garter belt. God, he knew how to do
everything.
His hands rolled down my stocking, his
fingertips sliding down my thigh, over my knee, and then down my
calf.
I opened my eyes as he pressed his
thumbs into the now naked arch of my foot, and the ball of my foot
into the smooth, warm hairless flesh and muscle of his
chest.
I jumped in surprise: Jake knelt at my
feet, shirtless, gorgeous, his delicious bare skin glowing in the
candlelight. He stared up into my eyes and licked those pouty,
thick lips of his.
I stared into his milk chocolate eyes
for what seemed like a lifetime, and then finally pulled my gaze
away.
“ I’m sorry I pulled you into
my dream.” I felt my face flush from shame. “You can go
now.”
“ But I just got here,” he
said, and I looked back to him. “And I came on my own… couldn’t
stay away.”
Oh sweet baby Jesus, this was so
twisted. Jake would never even want to talk to me, not to mention
show up half-naked in one of my dreams.
I closed my eyes and leaned back,
hitting my head ineffectually against the padded back of the
fainting couch.
A pair of hands glided down my bare
neck—I must have my hair up. They were big and strong and they
found exactly where I was tense.
I opened my eyes and looked up… and
jumped again.
Raphael Morales stood over me, his
hands kneading the tight muscles of my neck and
shoulders.
He wasn’t shirtless, but his silky
dress shirt was open all the way and a tantalizing expanse of tan,
creamy skin and rippling muscles played over his chest as he
massaged me.
I tensed all the more as I realized
that both men were in my dream.
Shiiit…
“ Relax,” Jake drawled as he
kissed his way up my thigh.
“ Yes, chica ,’ Raphael purred, his hand
smooth and warm as they pressed down over my chest and under my
dress. “Everything will be just fine.”
I arched as they two men hit their
mark.
Chapter 12: Jake
I used to love days off. I’d work on my
truck, fix something on the house, maybe mow
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