Lover of My Dreams (18 page)

Rachel sat down on her cot and placed the lantern on the floor beside her. The cold night air made her shiver, and she pulled on her hooded sweatshirt to keep warm. She unhooked her bra, removing it to throw into her open suitcase before she settled her arms into the warm sleeves of the sweatshirt. She snuggled between the layers of her blankets then reached out to take a book from the top of her briefcase. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep just yet. Too much had happened, and her mind was filled with thoughts about Sam and her time visiting with him.

She read for about twenty minutes then gave up and put the book away. She had read the same sentence four times and didn’t have any idea what she had read. Her thoughts were constantly returning to Sam. Her body grew hot with desire as she thought of him, of his smile, of the feel of his hand covering hers, and of the feel of his chest against her body as he carried her.

She wanted to share her bed with him and hear him moan with pleasure as she touched and teased his body. She wanted him to touch her, kiss her, and desire her. The thoughts made her ache.

She took a shaky breath and tried to calm herself. Shifting carefully so that she wouldn’t hurt her foot, she turned down the lantern and closed her eyes. When sleep finally came, her dreams were haunted by smiling, ice blue eyes.

* * * *

Sam walked back to his camper and retrieved his clipboard, flashlight, hat, and coat for his last walk around the campground for the evening. He found himself looking toward Rachel’s tent often to see if he could catch a glimpse of her and saw the progression of her light as it passed through her tent. It wasn’t until he saw the light finally go out that he was able to concentrate on his duties.

He finished his survey of the grounds and assured himself that everything was safe and secure. No one had left any campfires burning and all the campers were accounted for. He headed back to his camper and stepped up inside it.

Turning off his flashlight, he removed his coat and work boots before retrieving the gray sweatpants and sweatshirt from the bed. He pulled off his clothes quickly, stretching to relieve the tightness in his shoulders before pulling on the warm clothing and climbing onto the bed on the right side of the camper. He covered himself with the many blankets there and settled back onto his pillow, but sleep eluded him for the longest time. He kept going over the evening in his head.

He had really had a good time during dinner. He had enjoyed laughing and talking with Rachel. The comfortable time with her reminded him of the times that he often returned to in his mind when he was too stressed. The times with Roy and Rachel during their youth, when his mother was still alive, were memories that made him feel cared about, appreciated, and loved. He hadn’t felt that way since he had taken up residence in Denver, met Allison, and began working at Denver Memorial Hospital.

He wasn’t kidding himself though. Things had changed. Rachel was a successful woman now. Roy was a married man with a great wife and a baby on the way. Sam had been through things that had made him stronger but had also made him cynical and distant. His mom had once told him that true friends would weather the difficulties throughout the years. She had said that time and distance wouldn’t matter when you had true friends.

She had cautioned him never to forget that Roy and Rachel would always be there for him when she knew that she would not. Being with Roy and Rachel today had proven his mother to be right. He felt relaxed and at ease with himself for the first time in many years. It was a great feeling.

But it was more than comfort with Rachel. He felt that something about her was different. Maybe it was the years that had passed. Maybe it was that they both had matured and gone through major changes in their lives. Maybe it was just the way that he was allowing himself to think about her now.

He remembered how she had felt in his arms as he had carried her to her tent and his body tensed and hardened. She was incredibly soft in all the right places, but he could feel the strength in her, too. The way her body had filled in with womanly curves caused him to desire her. When she was pressed against him, it felt right.

He found that he had wanted to touch and kiss her and that surprised him. He remembered how he had felt that day on the mountain when Rachel had broken her leg. He had admitted to himself that he was attracted to her. He had never felt that way about Rachel before that time. It had scared him back then. He shouldn’t have been feeling that way about her. But he had. And now he was feeling that attraction again. He certainly hadn’t felt that way about any woman in quite a while. Not since Allison. And, if he was honest with himself, he hadn’t even felt that way with Allison.

“You’re slipping, Sam,” he warned himself sternly as he turned on his right side and closed his eyes. He could not allow himself to get involved with anyone. He had already decided what he wanted to do with his life and getting involved with any woman was not part of his plan. Even if that woman was Rachel.

Sleep eluded him for the longest time. He turned over restlessly and bundled under the many covers, seeking warmth. It was a while before he could feel himself unwinding and was surrounded by a sense of comfort and warmth as sleep finally claimed him. He found himself part of the most realistic dream he had ever had.

He walked up the front steps of a large white house and opened the door to go inside. He could see the furniture in the living room and recognized some of the pieces as the furniture that was now in his Denver apartment. This house had to be his home. He turned toward the stairway that led to the second floor and took them two at a time, climbing them quickly. At the top of the stairs there was a door the color of deep mahogany, and he reached forward to place his hand on the glass doorknob. He turned the doorknob and opened the door then walked into the room.

It was a master bedroom with a king-size bed of rich mahogany covered with a soft blue comforter and many small lace pillows. The door to the right of the bedroom opened and a woman dressed in a long, flowing, white nightgown walked toward him. He found himself being drawn toward her.

She lifted her arms to greet him. He saw himself take her into his arms and hold her close to him. He kissed her gently and hugged her tightly against his body. He stepped back and lifted his hand. He reached out and touched her fully rounded belly. Her hand covered his and pressed it to the child that was growing inside of her. His child. He bent forward and placed a loving kiss on her belly.

“I love you, Sam,” she whispered as she looked down at him, touching his face gently. “Your baby is happy that you’re home, too.” She smiled as she took his hand and placed it on her swollen abdomen just below her left breast.

Sam smiled as he felt the movement of his child beneath his hand. “Hello, little one,” he whispered as he rubbed his hand over his wife’s belly tenderly. Leaning forward, he placed one more kiss on his child that was growing within his wife’s body.

Her hands touched his head gently, lacing her fingers through his hair to caress him tenderly. He looked up at her, his blue eyes sparkling with love as he caught her eyes and stood slowly to face her. His right hand moved upward to gently cup her very full left breast, and he smiled as she groaned with pleasure at his touch.

“Sam, what you do to me,” she whispered before his mouth captured hers.

“Honey, I intend to do more,” he told her huskily, taking her hand in his and walking backward, leading her to their bed.

He pulled the feminine nightgown up and over her head to remove it from her body, revealing the beauty of her very pregnant form. He traced his index finger over her breasts to lightly circle her darkened nipples.

She moaned with pure pleasure as his hand wandered and finally reached for his hands to stop them as her breathing quickened. She helped him shed his clothes, kissing his chest lightly and holding him tenderly within her embrace.

He helped her to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans, stepping away from her for a moment to pull them from his body. When he was completely naked before her, she smiled up at him as her soft hand reached out and cupped his sac tenderly, rolling its contents gently within her hand before releasing them and taking hold of his hard cock.

She swiped her thumb across the head to capture the drops of liquid that escaped it then brought her hand to her mouth to lick his essence from it.

“You taste delicious,” she whispered, reaching down to take hold of his shaft and pull up on it gently, smiling as he moaned his approval.

“So good, baby,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms and gasping as her full breasts were pressed against his chest. “I need you.”

“Sam, I’ll always need you, too,” she whispered, leaning up to accept the kiss that he bestowed upon her.

He pulled away just slightly and smiled down at her. “I’m glad,” he told her softly.

Walking backward, he drew her with him toward the bed, sitting down and pulling her so that she stood between his legs. Reaching up, he stroked her breasts tenderly, tugging on the peaked nipples and smiling when she moaned her appreciation. Leaning forward, he kissed her full breasts, palming them and drawing one toward him so he could draw her nipple into his mouth and suckle tenderly.

He trailed his hand down her body, loving the swell of her belly as he felt the proof of their love beneath his hand. He caressed the cheeks of her ass lightly, tracing the crease of her body where her thigh met her hip and nudging her legs apart so he could caress the soft curls of her mound.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he whispered, his eyes hungry as he looked up at her.

He smiled when she immediately stood with her legs apart so he could follow the folds of her sex with his fingers, parting her and sliding his middle finger into the warmth of her body. When he felt her silky heat, his cock pulsed with need for her. He needed to be deep inside of his wife.

“You’re so wet for me,” he moaned, pumping his finger inside of her before pulling out just enough to make her moan as he rubbed around her clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“Sam, please,” she moaned.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked her, pulling his hand away from her and lying back on the bed, taking her with him until she sat astride him, her hips nestled intimately against his groin.

She reached down and took hold of his cock, dragging it slowly through her already wet folds to place it at the entrance to her body. She guided him into her, groaning at the incredible feeling of fullness as her body opened to accept him so deeply within her warmth. She pushed down and took him to the hilt in one smooth move, moaning as he filled her completely.

She leaned forward and took his lips in a gentle kiss. “I love when you’re deep inside of me,” she whispered, moving her hips slowly to begin a rhythm that made them both groan.

He moved slowly within her, holding her hips carefully, easing her movements so as not to hurt her or their child. She looked down at him and smiled tenderly, leaning forward as best she could to rest her hands on his shoulders, and quickened her movements up and down the length of him.

He could feel the coiling of excitement within her and saw that her breathing was becoming labored. He loved the way the wet heat of her sweet pussy gripped him.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, reaching between them to rub her clit gently but firmly. “Come for me now.”

She gasped and moaned as her orgasm overtook her. He smiled with satisfaction. Her body clenched around his cock, pulling him tightly into her wetness, wringing his own release from him and pulling a groan from him that filled their bedroom with the sound of his pleasure. He gripped her hips and held her still as his cock exploded and he filled her with his seed.

She caressed his chest slowly, gasping with each spurt of his release. “So good, Sam,” she whispered.

He turned them so that she lay on her side facing him. He didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay deep inside of her, and she was in no hurry to have him pull out. He smiled at her and reached up to touch her face tenderly.

She looked at him and smiled, love and satisfaction evident in her eyes. It was then that her face was clear to him for the first time. She leaned closer and kissed his lips tenderly, nuzzling into his neck as his hands ran up her body to gently stroke her back, her belly, and her breasts.

“I love you, Sam,” she whispered to him.

He reached up to touch her face and held it gently between his hands before leaning forward to gently take her lips with his own. “I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered, smiling when she snuggled against him and kissed his neck softly.

“You’d better,” she told him firmly, smiling when she heard him chuckle.

“How could I not?” he asked her gently. “You’re my life. You’re my heart. You’re my world.”

Sam’s heart pounded. He came so hard that he moaned his pleasure to the empty camper. His body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He reached down and gripped his sensitive cock, holding it tightly as more spurts of seed escaped him and filled his sweatpants. It had been a long time since he had come in his sleep.

The dream had been so incredibly real. It was as if he could feel his wife in his arms. He could feel her arms around him, tenderly caressing him and hugging him tightly to her body. He could feel how her sweet pussy had gripped his cock and had milked him dry. And he could feel her body filled with his baby.