EroticReverie

Mercy Mabery

I'm sweating. I can feel my clothes sticking to my skin. I groan. Because not only am I hot, my head hurts. Wake up. Wake up. I stir out of the deep sleep I'm in. I'm so hot. I look up at the ceiling. Not my bed. I feel my brows pinch as I look at the wooden ceiling. Logs. My eyes follow the wooden beams to the walls, more logs. A cabin? Where am I . I groan as I look to the side, a large bed , open and empty, and a window to the side of the room. Snow. It's snowing. Where am I? I'm groggy, and I feel drunk. I don't know where I am, but I'm too tired to feel panicked. My head lolls to the other side of the room. I blink several more times. 

I'm clearly dreaming. Too many lumberjack mountain men romance books. Because in front of me is a beautiful man. Tall, shoulder length black hair, and thick full face beard. He's big. Not just tall, he's got broad shoulders, that are clearly muscular. All of him looks like muscle. I'd have to work on my dreams because my lumberjack wasnt wearing plaid. I blink again. Piercing blue eyes staring back at me. Oh yes. I liked those. Those were nice. My dream had done well in every other aspect. 

"Who are you?" I ask groggily , hearing my voice, assuming I'm talking like Im underwater, because it's a dream. Just like sometimes in dreams , you can't run, you can't talk either. I can not talk right now. And I definitely know I wouldnt be able to run , but I dont want to. My dream lumberjack is staring at me in his black hoodie, and black jeans, blak socks. So I found myself a broody lumberjack in my dream. Not bad, I liked it. 

"My name is Dane, Dane Black." he says and I smile as my eyes drift shut. What a voice. He was definitely not talking like he was underwater. His voice was perfect. The voice I hear i read a male characters dialogue in my smut books. 

"What's your name?" He asks and gets up and I open my eyes again and watch him, feeling myself go cross eyed. Shit. He's tall, tall. Not just tall. I like it. This is a great fucking dream. 

"How are you feeling?" He asks me. Oooohhhh, that voice. I feel my toes wiggle under what feels like a mountain of blankets.

"hot." I say. 

"Do you want me to take the covers off? I put them on you, because you were cold." He says. 

I hum. I look down at my chest, my nose scrunching. I see my sweater, my winter jacket, and three different blankets ontop of me. Why the hell was I dressed like this in a sex dream? This is NOT what I would wear to fuck a lumberjack. 

"Why am I wearing this?" I say out loud, but it sounds like I'm mumbling. 

"Why are you wearing what?" His deep voice asks as he draws back one blanket. 

"this." I say and lift my hand, and it drops , I can barely hold it up long enough to move it. Great. I had the hottest man I'd ever seen in my dreams, and my dream brain was going to fuck it up by making me unable to move. How could I seduce him like this? 

"Your jacket?" He asks. 

"sweater too, why?" I whine slightly and my head sags into the pillow and my eyes close. 

"Um, it's what you were wearing when we found you?" He says.

"Found me?" I ask 

"Yeah...in the woods....you were hiking....you must have ...hit your head...we found you passed out." He says and I scrunch my brows with my eyes shut.

"We?" I ask. 

"Me and my brothers." he says. 

Oh fuck. There's more of him? This dream is fantastic. I've always wanted a why choose wet dream. 

"How many?" I ask. 

"How many what?" He asks.

"Brothers." I mumble. 

"Me...Damien...and Dorian." he says. 

"where are they?" I ask, my eyes opening and looking around for the other lumberjacks. 

"uh, in their rooms, or downstairs probably." He says.

"Do they look like you?" I ask. "mm, i hope so" I sigh. 

He says nothing.

I open my eyes and sigh. 

"You're really handsome." I sigh. 

"I know i'm supposed to kiss you, but i can't move, this dream sucks" I groan and close my eyes again. 

"You're not dreaming." he says. 

I just hum and exhale slowly.

"We can have sex in a minute." I mumble. "as soon as I can move.......you can take my clothes off if you want...i want you to take them off....you're hot...this is the best dream" 

I hear him sigh and then touch my head. 

"Jesus, you're burning up." he says.

"mm, probably because im not naked" I say and he mutters something and stands and I listen to him move about, my eyes opening and closing as I watch him walk into another room, a light flicks on, i see a mirror. A bathroom. 

"im really hot" I whine. the sensation so uncomfortable, my fuzzy sweater sticking to my skin. My jacket like a fucking sauna, these blankets, suffocating the rest of my body. 

"Dane Black" I whine my dream mans name. 

I hear water spalshing, then see him coming back in. He grabs my jaw and forces my mouth open. 

"staight to it huh?" I say groggily and then feel something slip under my tongue. not a dick. Definitely not a dick.

"Im taking your temperture, stop it" he says as I shake my head trying to move the foreign object out of my mouth. 

I still my head. Because I will listen to anything dream man tells me to do. Were we playing doctor? I didnt remember the shift into role play, but dreams are silly like that. 

"Jesus fuck." he says. 

"huh?" I ask as I hear a beep. 

"We have to break your fever, it's over a hundred and three, nearly a hundred and four." 

"Is that bad?" I ask. 

"Yes. It's bad." He says and pulls the blankets off me. 

"I'm going to take your clothes off, and get you into the tub, alright?" he asks. 

I just nod. 

My body is moved and jostled as he takes off my jacket, pulls of my sweater, and I gasp the second it's off because the fuzzy fabric is no longer on my skin and sticking to me. 

"You okay?" He asks and I feel his hands moving to my jeans, unbuttoning them, unzipping them.

I just nod. 

"uh huh" I answer and feel him yank them down. 

"my panties too" I say as I feel him yank them off my legs. 

"We dont need to take your underwear off." He says and pulls off my socks.

"I want you to take them off. We need to take them off for sex." I mumble. 

He doesnt listen to me. He scoops me up off the bed like I'm a feather. His arms are nice, I like the way he holds me. 

"impressive" i giggle as my head hangs back as he carries me like a fireman. No, like a lumberjack. A hot lumberjack dressed in all black. 

"It's going to be cold." He says. 

"okay" I sigh and he bends over and I screech as my ass dips into cold water, I scramble but my body isnt allowing me to activel grab him to keep from the way he plunges me slowly into the water. Fuck this dream. This is the worst fucking dream. 

The second more than my hips and ass and stomach are in the water, and he lowers all of me in. I realize lumber jack Dane Black, wasn't lying and this, is, not, a dream. 

I scream. For that reason, and for the fact the water is freezing. Tears immeaditely spring to my eyes.

"shh you're alright." he says and I grip the tub and try to get out. The shock has jolted my brain awake, yet i still feel heavy and can barely pull myself to sit up, but I suppose that also has to do with the two large hands gently pushing me back into the water while my fight or flight survival kicks in

"WHO ARE YOU?!" I scream. 

"We found you in the woods. I'm just helping you." He says and I scream , my body shaking.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You have a fever. I'm just helping to break the fever okay. You're okay. I won't hurt you." He says even as my chest rises and falls with panic, and I cant fight him anymore, he's holding me back against the end of the tub and holding my shoulders down.

"Shhhh" he whispers. "It's okay, you're okay Mercy." he says and I look up at him, tears in my eyes, and he lifts one hand and touches my cheek. 

"Just breathe, relax, we need to get your fever down, okay? We're in the middle of the woods, I cant take you to a hospital, so I need you to just relax , and let the water cool you down okay?" he nods, and I nod. Even as tears keep falling down my cheeks. 

"I dont want to die, dont kill me" I cry. Because now my dream has turned into a nightmare. Three ACTUAL men, REAL life men, in the woods, in the middle of nowhere? No. no , no. I know how that goes. 

Shh, nobody is going to kill anyone , alright? You're okay. Woud I be trying to break your fever if I wanted to hurt you?" he asks and strokes my hair back, pushing loose pieces back over my forehead and the sides of my face, my braids hanging in the water. 

"m-maybe" I say and he smiles slightly.

"I know you're scared, okay? You're also running a high fever....and you being scared, doesnt help your body right now, so i need you to trust me okay? Can you do that? Can you just take some nice deep breaths and try to calm down for me?" he asks and I nod. 

"Good girl" he says softly and nods and then instructs me to breathe in, ......breathe out.....breathe in......

He instructs me several times until I'm no longer crying, and only slightly shaking. 

"You're doing so good, good girl" he says and I nod, continuing to breathe as I just look at him. At any other point in time, maybe the gentle good girls would have some kind of effect on me, but right now, i'm just focusing on his mouth, his eyes , his head nods, all reassuring me that I'm going good. 

How did I pass out in the woods? How did I get here? How far into the woods was I?

"I ...will ...will you take me home?" I ask and he looks at me. 

"Yes. I will. But it's snowing real bad out there. So it wont be tonight."  he says and my stomach drops. 

"tomorrow?" I ask. 

"We'll see." he says. 

"That's a no" I say and he gently strokes my cheek. 

"I would if I could. But the storm isn't going to allow it i'm afraid." 

Right. The storm. I was just heading back towards my car, knowing it was forecasted to start within a few hours, and I thought I'd be able to make it back on the road before it got too bad. What happened? I can remember hiking, nobody else was on the path. Did I trip and fall? Did I hit my head like he suggested? 

Dane turns and grabs a washcloth and holds it under the cold water then rings it out slightly and presses it against my forehead. I close my eyes as a bit of water drips down my face. His fingers gently swipe away the droplets.

"sorry" he says softly, but even his soft voice still rumbles like gravel is in his throat.

"i told you to have sex with me" I say moritified and I hear him laugh slightly

"You also told me I was handsome." he says and I open my eyes and look at him and he's smiling slightly. 

"I thought I was dreaming" I say. 

"So Im NOT handsome?" he asks, cocking a brow. He's teasing me. I huff.

"I'm nearly naked in your bathtub....can we not embarrass me any further?" I ask and he smiles. 

"I dont see anything you have to be embarrassed about." He says and I just look at him, his, dark lashes lower, slightly, as he looks at my mouth and then back to my eyes. His eyes then going to my forehead as he moves the washcloth. 

"Do you really have three brothers?" I ask. 

"Two." He says. 

"Oh, right" I say. 

"My father lives here too, and my sister." he says. I exhale a sigh , knowing theres another female here. 

"How's the water feel?" he asks.

"Good." I answer and he smiles and looks down. 

"I'm still hot." I say. 

"I know, we'll get your fever down, it'll take a bit." He says. 

"Are you good, if I run downstairs and grab some medicine for you?" he asks and I nod. 

"You're sure?" he asks and I nod again. 

"Alright, i'll just be a minute. Okay?" he says and I nod again. 

"Okay." I say and he stands and walks out of the bathroom, and I hear his door open. I sit there. My body heavy from the fever. Even if a part of me is screaming to run. Where the fuck do I run too? Outside in my bra and panties in the middle of snow storm? I had to trust him. It was really my only option.

I look up at he comes back. I gasp thought when I look up and find it's not Dane. I dont move fast, but my arms slip over my chest as a man who looks slightly younger than Dane, with short black hair, a clean shaven face, thinner build, and a three piece suit stands in the doorway staring at me. 

I shiver. 

"h-hi" I say nervously. He doesnt look threatening. Not really. Until he doesnt respond.

"um...D-dane...is...breaking my fever" I say.  Curious blue silver eyes like Dane's look over me. All of me. I swallow, growing nervous now. the panic setting it again as he looks at my body in the water. He walks over as the water rises nar the lip of the tub. I squeak and jerk slightly , but instead of reaching for me , he reaches over and twists off the water. I blink up at him then to the water, only inches away from overflowing.

"Th-thank you" I say 

"Jesus Dorain, get the hell out" Dane says and then Im swallowing again as I watch Dane pull back on Dorian and give him a shove out the door, and then close it. 

"Sorry about that....that's Dorian...he's....he doesnt talk." Dane says and then I feel my nerves lessen only slighty.

"He was staring at me." I whisper.

Dane looks at me. "He's harmless." 

"Promise?" I ask and he looks at me and nods.

"Promise." he answers.