Page 16 of Pretty Nightmare

“Shhh,” she whispers in my ear, leaning into me a little. She kisses my neck again and again. Moving these soft flutters down along my jaw until she reaches my mouth.

I turn my head towards her and kiss her back, repositioning myself so I can lean up on one elbow and grab a fistful of her hair and hold her next to me. I kiss her hard. And she responds by jerking me harder, still using my own hand to do it.

I stop, let go of my cock, turn my whole body sideways, and push her down on the mattress.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Not tonight.”

“What the fuck? You—”

“Shut up, Indie.” Then I grab her hand and slide it down between her legs, pushing her finger inside her thoroughly wet pussy along with mine.

“Ohhh,” she moans.

“Yeah. You don’t get to control me like that, Indie. Not ever. But if it’s cheating sex you want, I’m happy to play along. For now.”

It doesn’t take much to make her come and that makes me feel a little better.

I don’t want to think of Indie out there alone with strange men. I really don’t. It sends me into a rage that I’m not sure I can contain.

But the easiness of her climax—the quickness of it—makes me think she’s not as experienced as she lets on.

Makes me hope, anyway.

She gushes all over my fingers and then I bring them up to her lips and when she resists me, and doesn’t open her mouth to suck them, I feel a lot better.

I make her suck them anyway. But I feel better knowing it’s not something she’s familiar with.

She passes out with her head on my shoulder and her arm draped casually across my stomach.

I don’t sleep.

I wait an hour or so and then I get up, go into the bathroom, and jerk off as I imagine that it was me kissing McKay down in the kitchen earlier.

Me grabbing his cock.

Me making him lean back and moan.

And then I come as I picture myself killing Donovan.

CHAPTER FOUR - INDIE

The next morning Adam is already gone from the bedroom when I wake.

The nightmare is still fresh. Too fresh. And my heart is galloping inside my chest, a fast, staccato beat that takes long minutes to settle.

I woke up with full recollection of the dream, but like most nightmares, it fades fast. And then there’s nothing left but a general feeling of uneasiness and fear.

And as I linger there in bed, half awake and listening to the sounds in the house, I hear Adam talking to Maggie downstairs.

Last night did not exactly go as planned. But it was close enough.

And anyway, I have a theory I’m working on. Adam isn’t going to be with me until he’s with McKay. It’s not really me he wants. I was just there last night.

I am Misha. God, that bothers me. But I am Misha. That’s how he sees me. Just someone to take his mind off McKay.

I have plans today though. Lots of them. And none of them have anything to do with Adam. So I stop thinking about Misha. And anyway, she’s dead.