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  Behind me, someone shifts on the bed, and I freeze all over again. It’s ridiculous, but I’m afraid that Jax can somehow tell what I was just dreaming about.

  But of course he can’t. Thank God.

  “You all right?”

  His voice rumbles right next to my ear, closer than I thought he was. I’m startled for a moment, then manage to nod.

  “Fine,” I say, not daring to turn over.

  There’s a big hand on my shoulder, though it’s gentle.

  “You were jerking in your sleep a little,” he says. “You must’ve been having quite a dream.”

  My face flushes hot, and I don’t dare look at him again.

  “I was riding a horse,” I blurt out, the first thing that comes to mind.

  “Ah, that explains it,” he says. “I was worried that something bad was happening.”

  Explains what? I think frantically, but I don’t ask. I can only imagine what I was doing in my sleep that having a dream about riding a horse would explain.

  “I’m fine,” I say again, still too mortified about the dream to turn around and face Jax.

  But he stirs behind me again, softly draping one arm over my side as he scoots toward me, his warm bulk against my back. Despite myself, I close my eyes and let myself relax against his heavily muscled body. I swear I can feel his stretch even now, while he’s spooning me in bed.

  I move, just a little, and suddenly that’s not all I can feel.

  Jax is hard. There’s something poking right against the back of my thighs, dangerously close to my center, and he doesn’t shy away.

  It’s just morning wood, I remind myself. All men get erections in the morning, or at least, I think they do.

  It’s not because he’s into you and it’s not because you were sleep-humping him, so just chill out and enjoy the moment and try not to remember that dream too much.

  Of course, I think about the dream again. About the sheer dream-pleasure of Jax’s thick fingers working me from the inside, and about just how badly I wanted him.

  I could do something about this right now. I could reach behind myself and take his thick length in my hand, listen to him groan as I pump him.

  I swallow hard, every muscle in my body now rigid with nerves at the mere thought of doing that. Jax is an unattainable, hot, older-man dream and that’s all.

  Even if I’m currently in the dream’s bed.

  “I guess we should get up,” I say, my voice uncertain even to my own ears.

  Jax squeezes me a little tighter, his cock bumping up against me again. I have to bite my lip against the wave of warmth that shoots through my body.

  “Five more minutes,” he says, his voice rough. “Then I’ll let you up.”

  Chapter Five

  Jax

  Ruby was having a sex dream.

  I’m certain of it.

  It sounded like a good one, too — from the way her eyes were fluttering beneath her lids to the way she was moaning softly, trying to say words that I couldn’t quite make out. I woke up instantly the moment she started moving, only to stare at her in wonder as her face grew flushed and she started grinding her hips against me, rolling them against my cock in a way that took me from zero to hard in about two seconds.

  I’ve daydreamed about her like this about a million times — moaning in my bed, her stiff nipples poking through the thin fabric of her hospital sweatshirt — but with one major difference. In my daydreams, Ruby’s always been awake.

  Now she’s in my arms, sleepy and mostly relaxed, though I can tell she’s feeling a little bit guarded. I let her stay there for long moments, pretending I don’t know what she was just dreaming about.

  And then, finally, I release her. I have to. It’s not like I can keep her prisoner in my bed all day, as much as I’d like to.

  I roll away, piling the blankets on top of myself to try and hide my massive erection. It helps — though it doesn’t do the job completely — and now I just look like I’m trying to hide an erection.

  Ruby sits up slowly, still facing the wall as she stretches her gorgeous body and runs one hand through her hair. I nearly reach out and touch her, but I keep my hand back.

  You don’t deserve her, even if she was humping you in her sleep.

  “Do you have a shower?” she asks, suddenly looking down at me.

  I swear her eyes flick to the tent made by my achingly stiff cock, and I let her.

  “Of course I have a shower,” I tease her. “It’s a cabin, not the year 1850.”

  She smiles, her eyelids fluttering down.

  “Just checking,” she says, laughing.

  “All I’ve got is a bar of soap, but you’re welcome to it,” I say.

  She raises her eyebrows.

  “No shampoo?”

  I shrug.

  “I just use the bar soap,” I say. “It’s all just soap in the end, right?”

  Ruby looks very, very skeptical.

  “It’s not like I have a lot of female visitors, either,” I tell her.

  It’s the truth.

  I could have ‘female visitors’ if I wanted them. Hell, at least once a week while I’m tending bar some woman will get too drunk on lemon drops and positively throw herself at me, but I’ve never taken one of them up on it.

  First, I don’t want some random lay to know where I work. Then she’d be able to find me again, and I don’t need that.

  Second, I don’t want some random lay. I’ve been down that road before and no, thank you. The next time I have sex with a woman it’s going to be because I’m in love with her, not because I want a random piece of ass.

  Third, ever since the first time Ruby walked into the road house and ordered a cheeseburger and fries, I haven’t been able to think about anyone else.

  Even though it was a year ago, when she was nineteen and far too young for me. Even if she’s only twenty now and still too young. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all, and I absolutely shouldn’t be thinking the kinds of thoughts that I am.

  She’s young. Sure, she’s perfectly legal, but I can tell she’s inexperienced. I think she might even be a virgin.

  “I guess your lack of shampoo explains some things,” she says, teasing me with a pointed look at my hair. “I’ll go see what I can do.”

  Ruby turns and heads for my bathroom. I sit on the bed and lean my elbows on my knees, taking deep breaths.

  And, more than anything, trying desperately not to think about Ruby’s lithe, tight young body. Wet in my shower. Soaping herself up, slippery with the suds, letting the water rinse her off.

  Fuck.

  I head into the kitchen, jerking the bedroom door shut behind myself. It sticks a couple of times, and I have to lift up on the knob to get it to go right. The cabin’s well-built, but by now it’s a few years old and it’s settled a little. A few things need adjusting.

  I throw together a quick breakfast — bacon, coffee, eggs — while I wait for Ruby to get out of the shower, but she takes forever.

  And ever.

  And ever.

  I put the stuff into the oven to keep it warm, wondering what’s taking her so long.

  Is she okay? Did she slip and fall?

  Did Viper get in in there, somehow?

  The thought is completely ridiculous, but I can’t help but worry about my Ruby falling prey to that monster yet again.

  Finally, I realize something: she probably needs towels. It’s not like I keep guest towels in the bathroom, and the one I’ve been using probably isn’t even in there.

  Even if it were, I’m a man who lives alone, deep in the forest. I’m not sure when the last time I washed that towel was. It would be barbaric to expect her to use it.

  I grab one out of the bedroom closet and knock softly on the bathroom door.

  No answer. My chest tightens one notch, and I force myself not to panic. I knock again, harder this time.

  Still no answer.

  Gritting my teeth, I raise my fist to knock
again, hoping that nothing’s happened to her, but before I can hit the wooden door it swings open on its own, revealing a steamy bathroom.

  I guess I need to fix this door, too.

  Before I can do anything, before I can even close my eyes, my gaze falls on the shower door. It’s fogged with steam, but behind it I can make out the clear silhouette of Ruby, naked and wet.

  Seated on the back lip of the tub. Leaning back, both hands between her legs.

  She’s holding my shower head.

  And moaning, the same way she was when she was dreaming this morning.

  It all goes straight to my dick and I’m rock hard instantly, straining uncomfortably against the zipper on my pants. This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and it’s happening right here in my shower.

  I should leave. I should just drop the towel and back out of this room, because she’s naked and wet and masturbating and I’m sure she doesn’t want me in here, watching her.

  But I can’t. I physically can’t force my feet to move away from her, and I can’t force my eyes from her form. I don’t think anything could tear me away from this sight right now — not tigers, not tractors, not a fleet of tugboats.

  Suddenly, Ruby freezes.

  I hold my breath. My limbs finally work again, and I drop the towel on the floor, ready to back out of the bathroom, but as I do Ruby looks over at me.

  I should leave and pretend I didn’t see anything, but I don’t. The woman’s getting herself off in my shower, and besides, she doesn’t look angry.

  No, the look in her eyes is something completely different.

  “Jax?” she asks. She doesn’t move, just watches me.

  In a few moments I’ve closed the distance between us and I’m sliding back the glass door. Ruby gasps as she looks up at me, but she doesn’t try to hide herself.

  Every single inch of her is perfect, gleaming wetly, her eyes big and her wet hair slicked down her back. She’s slightly flushed, her eyes still unfocused, breathing hard like a woman on the edge of orgasm.

  Leave, I think. It’s your last chance.

  My cock twitches again.

  “Better than your dream?” I ask. My voice comes out low and gravelly, filled with lust.

  Now she blushes even harder, her cheeks going scarlet.

  “My dream?” she whispers, as if she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

  I lean against the shower, still taking her in with my eyes.

  “The dream that made you moan and dry-hump me for fifteen minutes this morning,” I tell her. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

  “You knew?” she asks, her eyes wide and her voice quiet.

  “Hard to miss, sweetheart,” I say, leaning in. “I had to take notice when you rubbed against me so hard I nearly came myself.”

  “Oh,” she says, but she’s still making eye contact with me. “I didn’t realize…”

  “That you were moaning my name?” I say.

  She wasn’t, but I want to see how she reacts. Her eyes widen even more, and she swallows hard.

  “Sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t think you’d know…”

  I sit on the side of the tub, lean in toward her, and reach back to turn the water off.

  “Hard not to wake up when a pretty girl is moaning your name in her sleep and saying she wants more,” I guess.

  I take her face in my hand. Even if I know I don’t deserve her, I can’t resist her any more.

  “Ruby, I’m going to kiss you now,” I say softly. “And then I’m going to make your dreams come true.”

  Chapter Six

  Ruby

  Jax leans in, his powerful frame towering over me, even though we’re both seated. He’s got one hand on my wet, bare thigh and the other on the tile next to my head. I feel like I can’t breathe, he’s so close.

  And then he kisses me. His mouth is warm and rough, all at once, claiming me fully. I kiss him back uncertainly, moving my lips against his. It’s been a long time since I kissed someone, and I’ve never kissed someone like this.

  Jax opens his mouth against mine, and I part my lips. His tongue darts through, seeking mine, and I moan softly despite myself. I can feel his teeth against my lower lip, his hand moving upward against my slick skin, and I gasp, my hand against the hard muscle of his shoulder.

  My brain is going a thousand miles a minute. I’m half-certain that I’m still dreaming, but as much as I liked them, the dreams never felt this real.

  Jax captures my lower lip between his teeth and tugs at me lightly. My breath catches in my throat, and I hear the deep gravel of his chuckle.

  “Is that why you kept coming back to the road house?” he asks, moving from the lip of the tub. “You were dreaming about me, sweetheart?”

  Now he’s on his knees in the tub, his thick, powerful body between my thighs. I can see his huge erection tenting his pants, the mere sight of it making me more than a little nervous.

  I don’t know very much about penises, but I’m pretty sure that’s a big one.

  A very big one.

  “Yes,” I whisper, but his mouth is on mine again before I can say anything else. Even though I’m wet and starting to get chilly, he’s warm and dry, his hot body pressed up against mine. He doesn’t care that I’m still wet from the shower as he claims me, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling me onto him, right there on the bathtub floor.

  “Good,” he growls, his lips tracing their way down the soft, sensitive skin of my neck. “I’ve been having the same dream about you since the first time I saw you.”

  He nips at my neck, sucking gently at my collarbone before releasing it. He’s gripping my ass hard with both hands, pulling me against him, not caring that I’m getting us both wet. I can feel his hard length against me, and I hold onto his shoulders tightly. I feel like if I don’t, I might be swept away on a tide of lust and longing, but Jax is my lifeboat.

  “Do you remember?” he goes on, tilting me backward against the wall. Now his lips are against my chest, his tongue slowly exploring the curves of my breasts. “It was a little over a year ago. Thanksgiving. You were driving to Emerald Valley and you stopped in for a cheeseburger.”

  He sucks one nipple into his mouth and lavishes attention on it, sucking and swirling it. I moan helplessly, squeezing my thighs tighter around him. The heat in my core has become a hard ache, one that pulses with every heartbeat.

  “I thought you were just being nice,” I whisper, and that gets a low, throaty chuckle from him as he pulls me harder against his clothed cock, the fabric of his jeans digging into me.

  I gasp, my hands clawing at his shoulders and back as I roll my hips, desperate for release as the pleasure rises inside me, his massive cock grinding against my clit so deliciously I can barely stand it.

  “Come for me, Ruby,” Jax says.

  He takes my hair in one hand, gently pulling my head back. I let him as he finds one nipple again, running his teeth over it as he pulls my hips against him with the other.

  I move against him, seeking the pleasure and release I know he can give me. His fingers are digging into my hip, my legs wrapped around him as I roll my hips again and again, the sheer pleasure driving me onward.

  “Jax,” I gasp.

  Now he’s pushing me up against the tile wall of the shower, still kneeling on the bottom, like we’re fucking. I can feel myself close to the edge, ready to go over.

  Jax grabs my leg, lifts it. Then his hand is there, between us, his thumb on my slick, sensitive nub.

  “Come for me,” he growls again, and this time I do. I cry out my orgasm, coming harder than I ever have before, and the sound echoes around the bathroom and the shower. I roll my hips against him feverishly, like I’m trying to pump every last ounce of pleasure from his body, until at last the waves stop rocking over me and I’m limp against the shower wall.

  He kisses me again, hard, taking everything he wants from me, and I give it to him. I push my fingers through
his thick hair and pull his face to mine, still wanting him. Still needing him.

  I can’t stop. Not now.

  I trail my fingers down his chest slowly, tentatively. His shirt is damp from my wet skin, and when I reach the waistband of his jeans, I peel it up, slowly, revealing a hard six-pack and a sculpted V that points down, into his pants.

  Still breathing hard, I reach for the button of his jeans and try to undo it, but it’s difficult. Jax is growling in my ear, nipping at me as I ease my fingers down, trying to get his jeans off.

  But it’s not working, probably because I have no idea what I’m doing. I tug again at his jeans, but the button doesn’t come undone, at least not until he laughs softly and undoes them for me.

  “Tell me if you find something you like,” he breathes into my ear.

  My hand closes around his smooth shaft, the hard length filling my hand. I bite my lip in surprise, my fingers barely meeting around his cock.

  Jax groans, his warm breath tickling my ear.

  “You see how hard I am for you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, kissing my neck gently.

  Carefully, I draw his cock from his pants. I’ve never touched one before, and I can’t stop marveling at it — he’s hard as iron, but the skin is as soft as velvet. He’s leaking precum from the tip, and suddenly, I want to taste him.

  But before I can, one of his big hands closes over my smaller one, his other hand tightening on my hip. I’m still straddling him in the shower, my legs wrapped around his body, as he slowly pumps our hands down his shaft.

  A tremor runs through his body as he does, and we both shudder with the force. I’m wide-eyed, squeezing him as hard as I can in my hand. I pump him again and he groans into my neck, his precum trickling slowly down my fist.

  Our bodies move together in time, almost like we’re fucking. I’m aching for him again, my pussy dripping wet and ready, my skin still damp from my half-finished shower.

  “This is perfect,” Jax says into my hair, where his face is buried. “You’re perfect.”