In Her Dreams

thrust into her one last time.
Jen lets out a muffled sound against me just as I feel her sex clench down on mine, dragging me past my physical limit with her.
And everything just explodes.
White heat like starlight slams through my insides, and I pull my lips off of Jen’s just in time to hear her scream my name into the empty cabin, the sound resonating off the walls like music.
Music I hope to hear every day for the rest of our lives.
But I can’t focus on any one thing as my cock throbs and jerks inside her, only furthering the pleasure inside us as it releases. And even though all my cells feel like they’re ripping apart and coming back together, I force my eyes open so I can gaze down at the love of my life.
To my surprise, she’s watching me too through a hooded gaze that opens and closes as little aftershocks of release jump through us.
I just hold her tightly, and our bodies stick together as I wrap my arms around her. Both of us are overwhelmed by what happened, and neither of us knows exactly where to go from here.
“So sexy. So perfect, Jen,” I say.
She nestles into my chest, and it’s so hot I could take her all over again and still want more.
“I’m officially all out of nautical comebacks,” she murmurs cutely against my chest.
“Then just let me hold you until it’s time to get up, all right?”
I can feel her nod, and I slowly pull out of her and then draw her small body into mine as we lay atop the bed in the cabin of her pirate ship.
Regardless of what happens tomorrow, I have this moment with my Jen.
And that’s more than I ever dreamed.

8
Jen
The next morning, I wake up achy and confused not to be on some pirate galleon.
Even more confusing, there’s a warm, soft, muscled arm beneath me, and I stare at it, my gaze following up the line of it to the beautiful face with vivid teal eyes that are watching me pensively.
“I liked last night’s fantasy,” he says, smiling. “Particularly the end part.”
My face flames bright red. I really did get into being the pirate captain. After a day of feeling caught off guard and, frankly, humiliated to be caught in my secrets, it was nice to escape to another world.
But it’s even better to come back to this world and realize Reve is still here with me.
That he’s so accepting of my son. I’m still not sure I can make life work with everyone. I’m not sure Reve can step in with Joey since he’s already so untrusting.
But at least the two men who are most important to me know each other exists.
Truly, if it were anyone but Reve, a literal magical fairy insisting he has waited a thousand years for me, I could have turned him down.
I could have stayed single forever despite the struggles of single parenting sometimes.
But as beautiful and sweet and kind as Reve is, I’m just not sure he could ever fit in the human world.
And I know Joey and I wouldn’t fit in the dream realm.
Reve is still playing with my curls, watching me thoughtfully, as a knock sounds on the front door.
“Oh no,” I say before thinking about it, and Reve’s eyes tighten.
He releases my hair and throws back the covers, jumping out of bed and striding for the door.
“Reve!” I yell, pointing, while blushing, at his underwear.
“Right,” he says, looking around. He snaps, conjuring a black robe from nowhere, and wraps himself in it. Then he snaps, and boots appear on his feet, sticking out under the robe. “I’ll be good now.”
I put a hand to my face because Reve is going out to investigate whoever is at the door, and I can’t stop him.
I get up drowsily and grab for clothes and a bra to change into. Pulling on jeans at this time of day feels all wrong, but at the same time, I’m not brave enough, like Reve is, to just go outside in basically underwear and a robe.
“Reve, wait!” I call, buttoning my pants as I get to the front room and see him opening the door.
I can hear Joey’s bedroom door open in the distance.
Great, two overprotective males. But it’s my job to protect Joey, not the other way around.
“Wait,” I say, but Reve is already opening the door, and I sigh in pure relief when I see not Mark, not any other monster I’ve dated, but Jerrek standing there.
He lifts his hand in a wave. He’s wearing a brown tee shirt and jeans, and his dark-maroon hair waves over his shoulder. He’s tall and built like Reve, but there’s a wicked sparkle in his eyes where Reve’s gaze is usually calm and composed.
“Hey, Jen,” Jerrek says, raising a hand.
“Hi,” I say, awkwardly pulling my hoodie down over me. Wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, I feel almost overdressed. But with the morning sunlight streaming down, the air is still cold with the winter chill.
“What are you doing here?” Reve asks, nonetheless opening the door for Jerrek to come in.
“Your dream link turned off. I was worried.”
Reve cocks his head. “Did you feel distress through our bond?”
Jerrek shakes his head. “No. But I knew you had met Joey since you didn’t come back to the dream realm. There’s something you should know. While I’ve been doing surveillance—”
“Jared?” Joey’s voice squeaks, and he runs to the door, his hands in excited fists as he jumps side to side. “Wow, you’re here!”
Reve raises an eyebrow, and I think I sense a slight jealousy there at Joey’s reaction to “Jared.”
I put a hand to my temple and walk forward. “Sorry, what?”
Joey thumbs at Jerrek. “He looks just like his gamer profile pic.”
I exhale. “So this is your new gaming buddy?” I send Jerrek and Reve, who is trying to look innocent, a look. “I should have known it’d have something to do with you two.”
“Don’t be mean,” Joey