Chapter 2

Emerald’s POV

In my dream, I was laying down on a black and red striped beach chair. I tilted my face up to feel the warmth of the sunshine on my face. It was the only place where I could actually feel the warmth of the sun caressing my body and not be in gobs of sunscreen or wear a sun hat. The slight breeze blowing across my face making me feel like I was on vacation. The only place that made me feel calm and at peace.

I looked out across the pure, Snow White sand untouched by anyone out to the crystal, clear blue water. The water so blue and so untouched by our human kind. I loved it. I had on a lavender bikini with a tie around my neck and tie behind my back. I also had ties on my bikini bottoms on each side of my hips. I knew you couldn’t physically sun tan but it didn’t hurt to dream that you could.

As the sun started to set, making the sky change to reds, purples and oranges, in my dream, I stood up to feel the last bit of warmth from the sun in the water and in the sand. I went to the water’s edge and dipped my toes in, loving the feel of the wet sand between my toes. I decided to go on a small walk and enjoy this while I had the chance before I woke up having to go back to my regular life.

While I was walking I heard a rough, gravely tone, yell, “Baby girl!”

I turned around from the way that I had came from to see the man of my dreams walking toward me.

He was my dream guy. The man I wished and prayed to god to be real.

His name is Jeremiah Edison Thorn. He is 30 years old. He stands at 6 foot 5 inches and weigh’s 250 pounds of pure muscle. Jeremy’s six pac proudly showed that off. Jeremy had inky, jet, black hair like mine that was thick and lush that always curled slightly behind his ears. His bright, green eyes always stood out to me because they practically glowed. Most people he had told me thought it was creepy but I loved it and thought it was very unique. I found his eyes sexy especially since they weren’t just one shade of green. They were a multitude of shades of green. His skin was pale like mine and he had two sleeves of tattoos. One on each arm both being covered in multiple pictures and colors. It was the only place he had tattoos. He had a black eyebrow piercing in his right black eyebrow and an earring that was black in the shape of a bat hanging out of his left ear. He always wore a different earring and I haven’t seen the same one twice yet. His favorite color was black. Which was fine by me because he always made anything he wore, sexy as can be. Tonight was no different. He had on black swim shorts and a black wife beater with a pair of black tennis shoes. I knew him a little over 6 months in my dreams and it was the best part of my life.

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me to him jumping into his wide open arms wrapping my legs around his waist. He closed them around me, cuddling me into his warmth as I snuggled into his neck breathing in his unique scent of sunshine and something woodsy.

“Missed me?” He asked in a rumble in my ear.

“You have no idea.” I said into his neck.

“I know you haven’t seen me the past few days and I’ll make it up to you. I missed you too.” He explained as he set me down onto my feet but didn’t let go of my hips. He buried his face into my neck and shoulders.

“I know. You always make it up to me in the best ways possible. What were you doing this time?” I asked out of curiosity not really expecting an actual answer.

“Damn right I do. But you know I had to save the world and all.” He said as he leaned back to look at me.

“You always say that.” I sighed not knowing when I was going to get a real answer. But it was my dream so maybe I never will.

“It’s always true. I’m being honest.” He said as he stared deep into my eyes.

“Okay I believe you but still one day you’re going to have to tell me.” I said with so much hope in my voice.

“One day. One day soon I will tell you. I promise. Now what have you been up to?” He asked with all sincerity wanting to know.

“Nothing too crazy. The usual. Reading new books, watching tv shows, movies, going out to watch my friend’s kid play her baseball game.” I said with a shrug of my shoulders as the feel of his hands and fingers were driving me crazy on my waist. They sent butterflies all through out my body like usual.

“Anything else?” Jeremy asked curiously.

“Oh yeah, I told Cherise she could pick a place to go out Friday night. I was thinking a club or a bar or something so hopefully she picks something decent.” I replied.

“Why? That’s not your type of scene. Why would you tell her to pick a place that you don’t want to go to?” He asked as he took my hand and started walking along the beach.

“It is only Monday and already Cherise was picking on Tanya and I about not having guys. So I had to do something to get her off of our back for a while. You know she gets like this once in a while.” I explained realizing he was right. I did hate places like that but if it got Cherise to shut up about it then I was okay going out once in a while to keep her mouth quiet about my love life.

“I mean you have told me before but you have me now. You don’t have to go out and find another man.” He said clearly agitated and upset with me.

“Jeremy,” I said softly as he stopped walking, “we both know this is just a dream. That I will wake up and you won’t be there next to me in bed. That this isn’t real.”

He let go of my hand, walked a few angry steps away from me and ran both his hands though his hair in frustration.

“Trust me, you don’t know how bad I pray every day and wish you were there with me in my real life. I don’t want any other man but you, but this is a dream.” I said again not knowing if it was more me or him that needed to be reminded. I then said softly, “Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you. I could never be. I am just frustrated, annoyed. I mean you name it. I also don’t ever and I mean ever, want to hear you say that what this is between us, isn't real or I am not real ever again. Promise me that. You also know that I am a very jealous and possessive man where you’re concerned. I don’t want any other man touching you or looking at you.” He growled as he came back to me and swept me off my feet into his arms so I could wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “You are mine.”

I was so turned on. I have never felt this way in my life. I felt so wanted, sexy and I wanted him to possessive every part of me. I was feeling so wet between my legs already. If he wasn’t holding me up I would have melted into a puddle in the sand. I couldn’t do anything but stare at him.

“I am going to show you just how real I am.” In my ear he growled almost animalistic like, “I am going to fuck you in every way possible, in every position. I want you not able to walk tomorrow. I want you only ever wanting my cock in your pussy. I am the only man that will ever be able to satisfy you. You are mine.”

“I am yours.” I moaned. We’ve had sex before but hearing him say the words he did now made me soaked. I wanted him and only him. I was ready for whatever he was going to do to me. My body, my mind was so ready for him. I moaned, “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

It almost sounded like a roar that he suddenly let out as he laid my body in the sand.