Chapter 7. The Truth Between Us

Myla whimpered softly in her sleep. In her dream, she was on her back with her eyes blindfolded, then she felt two sets of large, rough hands and lips gliding over her body, caressing, teasing, and kissing.

Someone tugged on her nipples, fingers rolling them expertly while a hot tongue toyed with the second one. Another hand slid between her thighs, fingers plunging into her slick heat, while another gripped her hip, holding her still. Her mouth fell open in a breathless moan.

She arched when she felt it, a thick, hard cock pressing against her entrance, then sliding in slowly and deeply.

Her entire body shuddered. “Oh God, yes...deeper,” she moaned, her legs spreading wider in the dream.

Beck froze; her soft moans made his cock twitch.

He and Jared had just been trying to slip one of Hayden’s oversized nightshirts onto her so she’d be more comfortable. But the second her thighs parted, and she moaned, they both froze.

Her eyes were st