I knew it was a dream. But that didn't stop me from enjoying it again. Anytime I could relive a full-blown fantasy come to life was something I was going to take advantage of.
She slapped my ass just as I had slapped hers. Not quite the rocket launcher of the express elevator that had taken us to Ryker's penthouse apartment, we descended at a much more leisurely rate.
My hand still cupped her ass. Warmed the skin I was going to paddle. I was harder than a fucking steel spike, but I would be winning this little bet the girls had devised.
The doors finally opened into the garage. A cold blast of air tempering my body for a brief second. I inhaled deeply as I walked us to my car.
"How drunk are you?" I asked.
"Not so drunk I can't get you to beg."
I smiled. "What's ten multiplied by -"
"Shove your math up your ass, Foster. You don't want to play with me, fine. But I will be getting satisfaction tonight. You're welcome to join, but I don't actually need you."