Free Somebody's Ex by Jasmine Haynes

figured out what it meant.
    The slow tick of the clock and the
needs of his own body finally made him ease her warmth from his arms. She
muttered, curled into a ball, but remained fast asleep. He took care of the
necessities in her small bathroom. Unlike yesterday, female items cluttered the
back of the toilet and the space around the sink. Sweet-smelling lotion,
toothpaste, pots of makeup, an earring minus its back. At times, during his
serious relationships, similar paraphernalia had made its home in his own
bathroom.
    He remembered his irritation.
Randi’s mess, on the other hand, made him feel at home.
    In the bedroom, she remained in the
small fetal ball, her feet tucked close to her bottom, hiding her bare
essentials. He knelt at the side of the bed, trailing a finger along her thigh,
then the seam of her butt. She mumbled and twitched. He delved deeper, up
beneath her tucked feet to the soft curls. She was still wet, her moisture and
heat making his cock jump to full alert. He stroked the outer lips of her
pussy. She wriggled, then heaved a great sigh followed by a soft moan. And
still she slept.
    He left her long enough to shuck
his clothes, put on a condom, and turn out the light. Moonlight streamed across
the carpet, reaching the bed, falling across her skin and setting it alight. He
wanted to wake her with his cock. He wanted to have her squirm sleepily beneath
him, then open her eyes to see his face above her, to feel him deep inside.
    With gentle strokes, he eased her
flat to the coverlet. She licked her lips as he traced her nipples. A finger
parting her, lightly caressing her clitoris, he got her to spread her legs.
Climbing between them, he rubbed her with the crown of his cock.
     
    He didn’t know how she could sleep
on even as her body reacted to him, but more than anything he wanted to awaken
her with his lips on hers and his cock already deep inside her. Somehow, it was
the most important thing in the world.
    He’d think about how damn scary
that was later.
     
    * * * * *
     
    She was having the most marvelous
dream. A female wet dream. Hot flesh, hard cock, and a tongue in her mouth. She
wrapped her arms around a strong neck and raised her legs to lock her feet
behind a taut male butt. She clung to him and let him pump her to oblivion.
Hard, fast, sweet, deep. David. His voice. His body. When she came, she
exploded with his lips on hers as he swallowed her cries. When he came, she
felt the pulse and throb through her entire body, and she took his cries into
her mouth as he had taken hers.
    “Oh my,” she whispered against his
lips.
    “When did you wake up?”
    “I don’t know. I might still be dreaming.”
    He rolled them beneath the covers
which, at this time of year, were nothing more than the bedspread and a sheet.
Even so, it was hot and steamy under there, the night breeze through the open
window not enough to blow out the day’s heat, but she liked the cling of their
sweaty flesh.
    “Was it when I slid inside you?”
    “I’m not sure.”
    “When I kissed you?”
    “Maybe.”
    It was when he whispered against
her lips. You are so beautiful.
    “You were awake the whole time,
weren’t you?” He almost sounded disappointed.
    “No. Not the whole time. I was
still dreaming at least until you were inside me. I’m sure of it.”
    He sighed. Satisfaction. For some
reason, exactly what he wanted to hear.
    Royal chuffed just outside the
window. She’d been so quiet, Randi had forgotten her. An ear-splitting bark
soon escalated to a frenzy.
    “Dammit.” She shoved the sheet
aside.
    “Bring her inside.”
    She glanced at him over her
shoulder. “Once she’s inside, she’ll be on the bed. And if I try closing the
bedroom door, she’ll just sit outside it and whine. It’s very annoying.”
    She stopped. Without even thinking,
she’d assumed he would spend the night. The idea had just been there in her
head. Her heart cramped, missing a beat. She couldn’t bear it if he sneaked