Free Bones by the Wood by Catherine Johnson Page B

hand had stayed in her jeans, stroking and teasing until she was drenched as he watched, until, at the point that she’d almost come, he’d vaulted over the counter and shoved her over it before yanking her jeans off her hips, ruined thong and all, and fucked her until she screamed.
     
    Thea held her breath and listened intently.  She could hear the buzz of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock from the next room, but there were no other sounds of life or movement.  She had come in her dream, but in reality, in the here and now, she was teetering right on the edge, desperate to tip over. 
     
    She reached over and slid open the top drawer of the cabinet next to the bed and fished around until she found her little bullet vibrator.  About the same length and thickness as her index finger and shiny silver plastic, it was just the tool for the job.  She twisted the base, breathing a sigh of relief at the sharp buzz that indicated that the battery wasn’t about to die, and slipped it beneath the waistband of the thin cotton pajama pants that she slept in.  She had to be quick, she couldn’t risk taking the time to linger, and she needed the release. 
     
    The buzzing plastic was almost too much sensation for her already sensitized clit.  As she moved the vibe in small, tight circles, her pussy clenched on thin air as her hips canted spasmodically, as if her body were begging for real and actual sex.  She came hard and fast to images dancing over her closed lids of a tall, blonde biker who had been haunting her subconscious for more than just this past night.  Her orgasm, when it hit, was a little like an explosion, pulsing out from the center of her body. It took her breath away.
     
    She lay back and let the electricity tingle through her blood, around her limbs and then recede.  Having thoroughly relived the first half of her encounter with Dizzy the previous night, she took a moment to think about the second half, the part where he’d mentioned her visiting the clubhouse.  A small voice of suspicion, one that might have proved more useful had it appeared earlier, had reminded her of a portion of a conversation with Annelle.  Thea decided on the spot that Dizzy did not need to know that she’d had anything to do with any member of the Rabid Dogs MC. 
     
    Not that it really mattered at all.  She would not be going to the clubhouse, on Friday or any other day.  She would not be acting on any whims to find out whether his attitude of authority and experience translated in bed.  He was just a man.  A panty-meltingly sexy one, but still a man, and she could do without the hassle.  But if he was going to keep giving her that sexy little grin she might take him for a test drive.  Just one.  She almost smacked herself in the head for her own foolishness.  Who the fuck was she kidding?  Like she’d get to call the shots on that.  No, it would be better to keep clear altogether.
     
    Thea turned her head on the pillow and looked at the clock on the cabinet next to the bed.  The cabinet didn’t match any of the other furniture in the room.  It had all been collected from yard sales and thrift stores and was an interior designer’s nightmare.  It was time for her to be getting up, a little past time, thanks to that dream.  She would have to rush and shake Josh a little harder than usual.  She was supposed to have another two years before he turned into a teenager, but he’d started early practice on the sleeping-in trait.
     
    She needed a shower; maybe a cold one would restore some sense, but she couldn’t face that.  She’d settle for lukewarm.  She sat up and planted her feet on the floor with a groan.  Every cell in her body was reluctant to leave the warm comfort of her bed.  She hadn’t been in it long, but having a young child and working night shifts had combined to ensure that she could operate on only a few hours of sleep each night, or more accurately, each morning.