Calendar Girl: October: Book 10 Read Free

here. I’m never letting you go again.”
    “That’s good,” I mumbled to my dream Wes and held him tighter as the Sandman was about to claim his newest victim. Wes’s arms locked around me, bringing a flicker of recognition to the surface. Every part of Dream Wes’s body touched me in some way. Exactly how he would if he were here. I sighed and let myself sink.
    The sound of Wes’s voice seemed far away, garbled when he spoke. “I remembered you, Mia. Every day I was gone, you were right there, with me. I lived off the memory of you.”

Chapter Two
    A raging inferno of heat licked at the surface of my skin, undulating over every curve until it was blistering hot. The heaviness on top of the fire made it hard to move. I tested the ability on my legs and found them locked down. A hairy leg was clamped over my thighs. Wait. What? As my brain came back online, everything within me stiffened. My heart started pounding so hard I worried it was a base drum on my chest, loud enough to wake the person who slept behind me. Instantly my skin became clammy, anxiety sending the fear receptors spinning.
    Ever so slowly, I maneuvered anxiety-soaked limbs and prepared to strike. I tightened my hand into a fist, readied my elbow to jab, tuck, and roll, kind of like I’d been taught in grade school when there was a fire. Only then it was Stop. Drop. Roll. I repeated the chant in my mind. Jab. Roll. Drop. Meaning drop off the side of the bed and run like hell.
    A male groan came from behind me and the extremities surrounding me locked even tighter. “I can hear you thinking.” His voice was roughened by sleep.
    Just as I was about to strike and go for gold with the well thought out jab-roll-drop method, that voice cut through the plan like a sharp blade through a satin ribbon. A new sensation shimmered all around me as gooseflesh skimmed across my skin followed by uncontrollable chills. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I turned over. The death grip around me loosened enough so that I could move. I was now face-to-face with the only man I wanted more than my next breath.
    Wes.
    The tears fell. His hand came up and cupped my cheek. “Miss me?” He grinned and I lost it.
    As fast as a ninja, I had him on his back, and I straddled his hips. A very impressive part of his body was eager to say hello too, but I’d get to that later. My mouth was already on the move. I layered kisses over every single inch of his face. All over his forehead, down each cheek, over a bearded chin, which tickled and teased my lips as I passed. I avoided his neck where a bandage protected his wound.
    God, I can’t believe he’s here in the flesh.
    Finally, I set my lips over his. He opened immediately. I waited less than half-a second to make him mine.
    His tongue was warm, wet, and everything I’d dreamed of for the past two months. I cupped the sides of his face, and our tongues danced. Wes’s hands ran up and down my back, his hips thrusting into my center, soothing me as much as lighting a match over the desire for him burning within me.
    He pulled away briefly from our kiss, to growl a fierce, “Need inside you, Mia. Make me whole.”
    Without losing the touch of our lips, I shifted up onto my knees so I could pull the panties off. Once done, I grappled with his boxer briefs shoving them as far as I could reach until the material gathered near my toes where I shoved them down his legs. He finished by kicking them off and gripping onto my hips. His cock was long, thick, and hard as stone, proudly erect, waiting to drive home.
    There was no need for foreplay, soft touches, or sexy words. This was not making love, or fucking a person you missed after a long break. No, this was a straight claiming . Animalistic, yet filled with an unrelenting sense of adoration and carnal need.
    I lifted up once more, swirled the pearl of pre-cum at the top around the crown of his thick erection, groaning as I salivated with the desire to suck him off, but I needed the