Sweet Fix by Sasha Gold

Author:Sasha Gold [Gold, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Trig

The pain always starts at the base of my skull. Before long, it corkscrews my shoulders. My head feels like it’s squeezed by a vise and sometimes the agony makes me sick. The meds I take knock me out big time, but even so, I still dream. Usually about Maggie. I’ll wake, the pain gone, resting in my bed with the sheets twisted.

I’d like to think she dreams of me and that in her dreams she wants me like I want her. It’s wrong and totally fucked up but I can’t help what I want. A friend told me once that our lives come down to three things: what we say, think and do. I figure it’s okay to think about Maggie naked in my bed, me exploring every inch of her soft body, as long as I don’t actually do it. During the day, I can keep her away, but at night I can’t fight my need.

I’ve stripped down to my boxers and drift in and out of sleep. The dogs bark half-heartedly, and I should check on them, but I’m not going to when I feel like this. They don’t usually bark at night, but fuck if I care. I go back to sleep. Other sounds float through my mind. The front door opens and softly shuts. Sometimes Jane brings me dinner. Leaves it in the fridge along with a note on the counter.

The scent of food hits me along with a soft fragrance and I sink into a dream of Maggie. She’s as difficult and contrary in my dreams as she is in real life, darting away from me when I want to hold her. This time she teases me, strokes my face with her fingertips and asks if I’m okay. Then she’s gone, but I hear her voice. It’s like she’s talking to someone. Jane… Wes? Telling them she’ll stay with me.

The pain eases. Her touch skims my shoulder. I wrap my fingers around her wrist and tug her closer. Of course, she resists. Even in my dreams she’s argumentative. I want to say something like how I need her, but the only thing that comes out is a growl. Rolling to my side, I wrap her up with my arms, pin her with my leg and hold her down. She laughs softly and says my name.

Beneath me, she breathes fast, panting. Like she’s scared. I tell her it’s okay and she strokes my head. I lie with my head on her chest. When she replaced the hoodie with girly tops I couldn’t help noticing her tits. They make the best fucking pillow. Ever.

Her heart thumps hard, but her breathing slows. While her chest is soft and nice and better than I’d imagined even in my dirtiest thoughts, her body is tense. My dream-Maggie is still scared.

“S’okay.” I tell her.

Her hand settles lightly on my back. That’s better. The grip of pain weakens as I hold her. The relief makes me groan. I need her right here with me every night.

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