I had one of Erin’s breasts in my hand, squeezing it in slow rhythm as I rammed into her from behind. My thighs slapped against that tight, heart-shaped ass, every stroke drawing a high little cry from her.

I fell back on my knees, tugging her with me so that she wound up sitting in my lap, and she yelped as my cock went even deeper inside her. I gripped her hips and started to ease her up and down on me, and she trembled and moaned, her fingers searching out mine and knitting together. I kissed her throat and she threw back her head, her braid silky against my neck—

The wail of an electric guitar split the room and suddenly I was blinking and thrashing and—

Waking. I was alone, tangled in sheets, my cock was rock hard and—

An electric guitar solo of The Star-Spangled Banner was coming from my phone. The ringtone I have set for JD—he has Rule Britannia for me. I stared at my phone, still panting from the dream sex. How did he know?! Did he have big brother radar?!

I hit the answer button and tried to sound innocent. “Yeah?”

“Need you to come in,” said JD in that bass Texas growl. “Got a mission.”

“On my way.” I hung up, then rubbed my face with my hand. “Fuck,” I whispered, looking down at the tent in my jockey shorts. Now I was dreaming about her?!

I took a cold shower, dressed and headed down Main Street. One of the things I love about Mount Mercy is that it’s small enough that you can walk everywhere. It was barely eight in the morning and the town was just coming to life.

I passed the town’s little bookstore. It had weird opening times and it was the first time I’d ever seen it open, since I moved here. Further down the street, I met Earl, the head of the town’s tiny police force, coming the other way on his beat. I waved and he gave me the I’m watching you sign, but he was grinning as he did it. He’s ticketed me for speeding a few times, up in the hills, but he knows I keep it down wherever there’s people.

A moment later I stopped, turned around, and looked back at the bookstore. I was thinking of Erin, and the book she’d talked about. I’d said I’d read it.

It was stupid. I knew I couldn’t be with her. And the last book I’d read was back in school, some story about life in the Victorian Age that my English teacher had made us all read. I hadn’t really paid attention, more interested in checking out her ass.