Shyla didn’t think she had ever appreciated warmth so much in her life. And what a sexy, muscled heat it was. Maybe her dreams had been getting a bit raunchy and that’s what had warmed her up, she thought with a small giggle.
She was still floating in that sublime half and half suspension between dreams and reality. Not quite sleeping; not quite awake.
There were some residual aches and pains niggling in the background, but nothing so worrying that it disrupted the lovely languor within which she floated.
Damn she hoped she remembered this dream when she woke up because it was a doozy! And until she woke up fully, she was going to enjoy every second she had left before the nasty reality her sixth sense told her existed, stuck its ugly head back into her consciousness.
She reached out her hand and it connected with lean, muscled flesh. Her fingers feathered over the strong contours of bone and sinew. Damn, when she conjured a dream man her subconscious knew what it was doing, because she could feel the definition of her dream lover’s abs beneath her exploring fingers.
She moved her leg and teased the hairy limb she connected with her foot.
There was a twinge in her other foot. Keep that one still. She didn’t want to interrupt this dream just yet.
The new angle made her aware of the hot length behind her, which now nuzzled up to her back.
And what an impressive length it was too, if the hardness she could feel nudging at her butt was anything to go by.
Whoa! Two men? This was a really spicy dream!
Damn, she hoped she made it to the best bits! She wanted to know exactly where this dream might take her.
She wiggled her ass against the ridge of the erection she could feel and was rewarded with the touch of a warm palm flexing and stroking against the sensitive skin of her midriff.
Shyla shivered and her nipples puckered, even though she wasn’t cold.
She undulated between her two dream lovers, trying to find some friction for her throbbing, aching breasts.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she found what she needed in the wiry chest hair of lover number one. She wondered if they had names.
Heh. It was her dream; she could name them what she liked. For now, six pack and big boy would do.
The thought made her giggle as her hand wandered lower. The sound rang in her head encouraging her to rouse, but she pushed it away.
She still needed to discover what this dude was packing.
Her hand encountered fabric. A waistband.
Well, that was boring. Surely in her dreams the guys should be naked, shouldn’t they? She wanted them naked.
Oh well, it was her dream. She could make that happen.
She pushed her fingers under the elastic; grazed her nails over the happy trail of crinkly hair she found there. And that’s when it happened.
Suddenly her dream took form and came alive.
A big hand captured hers within a firm grasp and stopped her progress.
There was something wrong with this scenario.
Very, very wrong!
Shyla mewled her discontent and the noise prickled her consciousness and brought her out of her soporific state.
Oh shit!
Her eyes flew open, and in that second, reality seemed to hover on a precipice, and she was forced into a stark realization as she fought to find her balance.
This was not a dream.
She really was the filling in a decadent two-man sandwich.
And she’d been feeling one of them up!