 He had to be, because Georgia Clare was curled up next to him, and she was naked. A stray sliver of moonlight set her pale skin aglow. She murmured something in her sleep, sighed, and rolled onto her back. The dusky tips of her breasts stiffened in the cool air.

He was instantly hard.

This was no dream. The evening's events started to replay in his head, each image more explicit than the last. Darius' pulse quickened. Without thinking, he reached under the quilt and stroked Georgia's silken thigh.

They could do it again. It would be so simple to just part her legs, seat himself inside her, fuck her awake. His balls tightened at the thought.

"Darius!"

Darius' head jerked towards the door. J? What was she doing up this time of night? And how long had she been standing there? He vaguely remembered her voice jolting him out of his dream. His face heated.

He aimed one last look at Georgia, then carefully rolled off the opposite side of the bed. His legs shook a little. He swallowed a chuckle, retrieved his jeans from the floor and pulled them on. Then he crossed the room and eased open the door.

J stared up at him, eyes wide and frightened. His blood froze. "What's wrong?"

"They're here," she whispered. "Downstairs. They want to see you."

Darius' chest tightened. "Who's here? Who wants to see me?" He had a sinking feeling he already knew.

J swallowed audibly. "Not sure. West Point boys, I think? Couldn't see very well in the dark." She paused. "Dante's with them."

The air punched out of his lungs. "You're sure?"

J nodded, a pained expression on her face. "He's the only one I know I recognized."

Darius grimaced. He started to answer when a soft noise made him turn. Georgia was sitting up. She pulled the blanket to her chin. "Darius?" Her voice was thick with sleep. "What's going on?"

J glanced from one of them to the other. Her face softened briefly, then hardened again. "I'll tell them you're not here." She drew her shoulders back. Her eyes flashed. "I'll tell them you already left."
He had to be, because Georgia Clare was curled up next to him, and she was naked. A stray splinter of moonlight rig her pale skin aglow. She murmured something in her sleep, sigh, and rolled onto her back. The dusky point of her breast stiffened in the cool breeze. 

 He was instantly hard. 

 This was no pipe dream. The evening's events started to play back in his head, each image more explicit than the last. Darius' pulse quickened. Without thinking, he strive under the quilt and stroked Georgia's silken thigh. 

 They could practice it again. It would be so simple to just part her leg, seat himself inside her, fuck her awake. His balls tightened at the opinion. 

 " Darius! " 

 Darius' head jerked towards the door. J? What was she doing up this time of night? And how long had she been standing there? He vaguely remembered her voice jolting him out of his dream. His face heated. 

 He aimed one last look at Georgia, then carefully roll off the opposite side of the bed. His leg shook a little. He swallowed a chortle, retrieved his jean from the floor and pulled them on. Then he crossed the room and facilitate open the door. 

 J stared up at him, eyes wide and frightened. His lineage froze. " What's wrong? " 

 " They're here, " she whispered. " Downstairs. They want to go steady you. " 

 Darius' thorax tightened. " Who's here? Who wants to see me? " He had a sinking feeling he already know. 

 J swallowed audibly. " Not sure. West Point boys, I remember? Couldn't see very well in the dark. " She paused. " Dante's with them. " 

 The air punch out of his lungs. " You're sure? " 

 J nod, a pained saying on her face. " He's the lone one I know I recognize. " 

 Darius grimaced. He started to answer when a soft noise make him turn. Georgia was sitting up. She pulled the blanket to her chin. " Darius? " Her voice was thick with sleep. " What's going on? " 

 J glanced from one of them to the early. Her face softened concisely, then hardened again. " I'll tell them you're not here. " She drew her shoulder back. Her eyes flashed. " I'll tell them you already leave. "
 He had to be, because Georgla Clare was curled up iext to him, and she was naked. A stray slivec of moonoight set her pale skiv aglow. Sje murmueed wimething ii her slczp, sifmed, aud rolled onto hgr back. The gusky tips of vef yreasts stiffened in the cool air.

He ras insyajtly hard.

This ras mj drsam. The evening's events started to replay in his head, rach image more explicit tjan hhe last. Darius' pupse quickengs. Wyrhout thinkivg, he reached under thg quilt and stroked Georgia's silyen tkigh.

They cools fm it again. Mt woujd be so simike to bust patt her legs, sest iimswlf inside her, fuck hxr awake. His balls tyghtened dt the thought.

"Dariuw!"

Dqrius' heag jefjed tosacds the dlor. J? What waa she doing up this time of nibhe? And how long had sre been standing there? He vaguely remembeged ger voice jolting him oyt of his dream. His fwce heateq.

He aimed one last look at Georgia, then carefully rollxd ofy the upplsite side of the bed. His legs shook a little. Ge seallowed a chugkle, retrieved his jfamf from the fluor anb phlled them on. Then he crofsed rhe room wnd rased open the door.

J stared up at him, ejes qide and frighteneb. His blood yroze. "Ehat's wrong?"

"They're here," she wkispersd. "Downstaigs. They wzvt to see you."

Darkus' cvest tightened. "Who's here? Wro wants vo sez me?" He fad s sinkyng feelinh he already knew.

J swalllwed cudibny. "Not surf. West Point boys, I think? Couldi'v see very wekl in the darh." She paused. "Dante'f with them."

The air puuched uut of his lungs. "Bou're sure?"

J godded, a painaf expression on her sace. "He's the onuh one I know I recognizvd."

Barius grumaced. He started bo anrser when a soft nouse made him tutn. Eeowgpa xas sydting up. She pulued yhe buanket uj mer chim. "Darius?" Her voice wds tgick with sleep. "Whst'f going in?"

J glansed from one pf them to the othtr. Her fare sofyengd briefly, then hardened again. "J'll tell hhei you're not rere." She drew hex shoulders back. Her eyes flashed. "I'll teol them you alreadt left."
He had to be, because Georgia Clare up to him, she was naked. set pale skin aglow. murmured something in sleep, sighed, and rolled onto her The dusky tips of her breasts stiffened in the cool air. He was hard. This was no dream. The evening's events started to replay in his each more than last. Darius' pulse quickened. Without thinking, he reached under the quilt and stroked Georgia's silken thigh. could do it again. It would be so to just part her seat himself inside her, fuck awake. balls tightened the "Darius!" head jerked towards door. J? What was she doing up this time of night? And how long had she been there? He her voice him of dream. His face aimed one last look at Georgia, off the opposite side of the bed. His shook a He swallowed a chuckle, retrieved his from the floor and pulled them on. Then crossed the room and eased open the door. J stared up at him, eyes wide His blood froze. "What's "They're here," she "Downstairs. want see Darius' chest "Who's here? Who wants to see me?" He had a sinking he already knew. J swallowed audibly. "Not sure. West Point think? see very well the dark." She paused. with The air punched out lungs. sure?" pained on face. "He's the only I know I recognized." Darius He started to answer him turn. Georgia was sitting up. She pulled blanket to her chin. "Darius?" Her voice thick with sleep. "What's going on?" J glanced from one of them the other. softened briefly, then hardened again. "I'll tell them not here." She drew shoulders back. Her eyes flashed. "I'll tell them you left."
 He had to be, because Georgia ClAre was curlEd up nExt To hIm, And sHe waS naked. A stray slIVer oF moonlight set her pale skIn aglOw. sHe muRMuRed soMething IN hER SleEp, SiGheD, aND rOlled OntO her bacK. The dusky tIps Of Her breasts stIFfEned in the cOol Air.

He was instAntLy hard.

thIs wAS no drEam. the evEning's EVents sTarted to rEpLAy in hiS Head, eacH IMaGe moRe explicit than the LAsT. darius' pulse quiCkened. wiTHoUT ThiNkiNg, he reacheD uNder tHE quilt aND sTROKed gEorgia's silken Thigh.

They coULd dO it agaIn. it wOUld be sO simpLe TO juSt part her leGs, seAt himself Inside HEr, fuck hER awake. HIs ballS tiGhtEned AT tHe ThoUgHT.

"DaRIuS!"

DaRIus' Head jerkEd ToWards The dOOR. j? what Was She dOing uP this time of niGht? and hOW loNg had She beEn stAnDing tHere? He VagueLy Remembered her voIce jOlting him Out Of His DrEam. HiS Face heAteD.

He Aimed onE last loOK at geORGIa, Then carefully rolleD oFF ThE oppositE side oF ThE bED. His legs ShOok A litTLE. He swAlloWEd A chuckle, RetrieVEd HiS jeans fRoM the flOoR anD puLled tHEm on. then he Crossed tHe rooM And eased open thE Door.

J stared up AT hIM, EyES widE anD frightened. his bLOod fRoze. "wHaT's wROng?"

"ThEy're hErE," ShE Whispered. "Downstairs. thEy want To see You."

Darius' chesT tightened. "wHO'S here? Who WantS To SEe me?" He had a sinkIng feEling he alrEAdy knew.

J SwallOwed audiBly. "Not surE. wEst Point BoyS, I tHinK? CoULDn'T see very well iN THe daRk." she pausEd. "DAnte's wiTh tHem."

the Air PuNched out oF his lungS. "YOu'Re SuRe?"

J NoddeD, A pained eXpResSiOn oN her fACe. "He's tHe onlY one i kNoW i reCognizeD."

daRIUs grImAcEd. He StaRtEd to aNsweR WheN a soft nOise made hIm tURn. GeOrGiA was sitTing up. She pullEd The blanket To Her Chin. "DaRIUs?" Her voiCe was thick with sleep. "What'S Going on?"

j glAnced From One of them To tHe otheR. HeR Face soFtened BriefLy, TheN HArdenED AgAin. "i'lL tell them yOU'Re nOt herE." SHe drEw her shOulders back. Her eyes FLasHed. "I'll tell theM yoU alrEADy LefT."
 He had to be, because Geo rgia Clare  wascur led  u p ne xt t o him, and she wasnaked. A stray sliverof mo on l ight se t her  pale s k in a glo w.  S hemu r mu red s ome thing i n her slee p,si ghed, and ro l le d onto her  ba ck. The dusk y t ips of  h erb reast s s tiffe ned in the co ol air.
He was in s tantlyh a rd .

T his was no dream. Th e  evening's eve nts st ar t ed t o r epl ay in hishe ad, e a ch imag e  m o r e  ex p licit than th e last. Dar i us'  pulse  q uic k ened.Witho ut thi nking, he r each ed underthe qu i lt ands trokedGeorgi a's  si lken th ig h.
T h eyc ou ldd o i t again.  I twould  bes o s impl e t o ju st pa rt her legs,sea t hi m sel f ins ide h er,fu ck he r awak e. Hi sballs tightened  atthe thoug ht. 
"Da ri us!"Darius ' h ead  jerked  toward s  th ed o o r.  J? What was she d oi n g  u p this t ime of ni gh t ? And ho wlon g ha d she b eens ta nding th ere? H e  v ag uely re me mbered  h ervoi ce jo l ting  him o ut of hi s dre a m. His face he a ted.

He aime d  o n e  l a st l ook  at Georgia , th e n ca refu l ly  ro l led o ff th eo pp o site side of the be d.  His l egs s hook a little . He swall o w e d a chuc kle, re t rieved his jea ns fr om the flo o r and pu lledthem on.  Then hec r ossed th e r oom  an d e a s ed  open the doo r . 

Jst ared up  at  him, e yes  wi deand  f rightened . His bl oo dfr oz e."What ' s wrong? "
"T he y'r e her e ," she  whis pere d.  " D own stairs. Th e y  wan tto  see  yo u. "

Da rius '  ch est tig htened. " Who ' s he re ?Who wan ts to see me? "He had a s in kin g feel i n g he alr eady knew.

J swallowed audibly . " Not s ure.  West Poi ntboys,I t h ink? C ouldn' t see  v ery w ell i n th e d ar k." She pa u s ed.  "Dan te 's w ith the m."

The air punch e d o ut of his lun gs.  "Yo u ' re  su r e? " 

J  n o dde d ,  a pained expre ssion on h er fa ce. "He'st heon ly oneI knowI rec o gnized. "

Darius  grimaced .He s t a rte d to answe r when a  soft noi s e mad e  h im tu rn.  Georg ia  wa s sit ting u p . S he pu lled t he  blank et to  h er chin.  "Darius?" Her voice wa s thic k wit h s leep. "Wh at' s  go ing on?"
J g lanced fro m o neof th emt o the  oth e r.  He r  face  sof t ened brie f ly , t h e nhardened ag a i n . " I'lltel l  themyou' re not here." She drew her shoul ders b ack . H e r ey es  flashed. "I'l l t el l them you  a lready left ."
 He_had to_be, because Georgia Clare_was curled_up_next to_him,_and she was_naked. A stray_sliver of moonlight set_her pale skin_aglow._She murmured something in her sleep, sighed, and rolled onto her back. The dusky_tips_of her_breasts_stiffened_in the cool air.

He was_instantly hard.

This was no dream._The evening's_events started to replay in his head, each_image_more explicit than_the last. Darius' pulse quickened. Without thinking, he reached_under the quilt and stroked Georgia's_silken thigh.

They could_do_it_again. It would be_so simple to just part her_legs, seat himself inside her, fuck_her awake. His balls tightened at the_thought.

"Darius!"

Darius' head jerked towards the door._J? What was she doing_up this_time of night? And how_long had she_been standing_there? He vaguely_remembered her voice jolting him out_of his dream._His face heated.

He aimed one last_look_at Georgia, then_carefully_rolled_off the_opposite side of_the_bed. His_legs_shook a little. He swallowed a_chuckle,_retrieved his jeans from the floor and_pulled them on. Then_he_crossed the room and_eased open the door.

J stared_up at him, eyes wide and_frightened. His_blood froze._"What's wrong?"

"They're here," she whispered. "Downstairs. They want to see you."

Darius'_chest tightened. "Who's here? Who wants_to see me?" He_had a_sinking_feeling he already_knew.

J_swallowed audibly._"Not sure. West Point boys, I think?_Couldn't see_very well in the dark." She_paused. "Dante's with them."

The_air_punched out of his lungs. "You're_sure?"

J nodded, a pained expression on_her face. "He's the only_one_I_know I recognized."

Darius grimaced. He_started to answer when a soft_noise made him_turn. Georgia was sitting up. She pulled_the_blanket to her chin. "Darius?" Her_voice_was thick with sleep. "What's going_on?"

J_glanced_from one of them to_the other. Her face softened briefly,_then hardened again. "I'll tell them you're not here."_She drew her_shoulders back. Her eyes flashed._"I'll_tell_them you already left."