Heâd never been in a situation like this before â¦
But really, what was the big deal? Jason thought. So he and Christy had been dreaming about each other. They were right in the middle of the âsex-all-the-timeâ part of their relationship. Of course theyâd dream about each other.
But the exact same dream? That wasnât possible. But then again, it kind of explained why heâd had a dream about being a spa guy. A naked spa guy. That was obviously Christyâs contribution.
Jason grinned when he thought about that, choosing to focus on the fact that she thought he was hot. That sheâd thought he was hot before theyâd officially met. That was cool. Still â¦
God, he needed a run.
He ran. He swam. He saw his therapist, to whom he said absolutely nothing about his dreams. He was freaked out, but he wasnât stupid. Talking about shared dreams would be career suicide, especially in the military. They did, however, talk about Christy and what was going on between them.
In the end, Jason agreed with the doc: women were good. Sex was good. He should stop worrying and just enjoy it.
Which worked out great ⦠until he met her for dinner later.
Dear Reader,
I have a friend who puts great stock in her dreams. She considers them messages from beyond. Me? I think my dreams are the flotsam and jetsam of my mind, pulling random stuff together and presenting them as a story because thatâs what I do. I put stories together from random stuff.
But once, I had an erotic dream. Okay, okay, maybe not so much an erotic dream as a dream about a facial that I was getting for my birthday. But by the time I woke up, I had this great idea about a couple of strangers sharing hot dreams. I mean, do you actually confess to the stranger, âHey I had this great dream about you last nightâ? Heck no! So how long before you fess up? How intimate do you get in the real world before the dream world makes an appearance?
When I told my friend about it, she asked me to think about what purpose those images could have. What is the underlying message in a series of erotic dreams? From there, well, Night After Night ⦠was born.
I hope you enjoy your nights as much as Christy and Jason do!
Best,
Kathy Lyons
CHRISTY BAKER WAS HAVING a great dream. She knew it was a dream because when, honestly, would a hot marine step into an estheticianâs room and start giving her a facial? Especially since he wasnât wearing any clothes.
Yowza! Ever since sheâd hit puberty while living on a military base, sheâd had fantasies about soldiers. Didnât matter what branch of the military so long as they were half-naked and ripped. And as she got older, the âhalfâ part of naked disappeared.
Hence the awesome dream right now of a naked marine gently slathering sea-something onto her face. She was lying on a heated, cushioned table while he slowly stroked therapeutic mud onto her face and her toes curled in delight. Then she let out a purr of appreciation. It was a dream, right? She could purr if she wanted to. He looked down at her, his blue eyes sparkling with humor.
âSo you like this stuff, huh?â
âCome over this way.â She reached for his bulging bicep and tugged him down by the side of the table.
He complied, and oh, yes, ripped abs, sculpted torso, and a cute dimple in his left cheek. Sadly, she couldnât see the lower half of his body, but she was sure it was equally impressive.
âMuch better,â she said.
âYou know this is a full-body treatment, right?â he said, flashing that dimple again.
âOf course it is,â she said. Because this was an awesome dream.
âThen just close your eyes and relax. Let me do all the work.â
âI leave myself in your capable hands,â she crooned as she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the experience. Except, of course, it wasnât nearly as much fun without the view, so she opened them a moment later.
He was by the sink, his back to her and his buttocks in full display. Was that a tattoo of a swallow on his hip? It didnât matter. The tat just made him all the more mouthwatering.
He was mixing the mud, and she caught a flash of his large hands in and out of stuff that looked like rich, dark chocolate. Soon those hands and that stuff would be all over her body. Best. Dream. Ever.
He must have known she was watching, because he looked over his shoulder at her and flashed her a wink. âThis will take just a second. The best stuff comes when youâre fully ready.â