David Knight has been plagued by dreams his entire life, only to have all memory of them vanish when he awakens. Now the dreams are coming with more frequency, and they seem to be drawing him to the Amazon. A scientist with a PhD in ichthyology and a dedication to learning all he can about lungfish, whose existence dates back to the Devonian era, David is determined to see what the Amazon holds. His hopes seem about to be answered when Dr. Carlos Avila contacts him. It seems the Brazilian archeologist discovered the remains of a previously undiscovered species on a tributary of the Amazon, and he’d like nothing better than for David to join the expedition to see if more of the creature can be found. Of course David leaps at the opportunity and flies to Pesadelo Bay to join the mismatched team. Once there, he discovers not only does Dr. Avila have his own agenda, but a former conquest as well as a friend who’d saved his life years before are part of the team and are engaged to be married. Meanwhile, the need to sail up the Amazon to find what ... or who ... is calling him there has become more and more pressing, and David must decide which is the most important -- learning what Dr. Avila really is searching for, or finding the answer to his dreams?

Lagoon of Dreams

I held up a condom and smiled at him as I tore open the wrapper. “Let’s get to it, shall we?”


He shied back. “I’m not letting you fuck me!”


“Of course, not.” I could see he was going to protest, but I diverted him with light touches, running my palm the length of his cock and stroking a finger over his balls. Before he knew it, I had his cock sheathed in the condom. “Now. How do you want me?”


Justin preferred to make love in the missionary position, claiming he loved looking into my eyes when I climaxed, but Gary flipped me over so I was on my belly. He hoisted me up onto my knees, pressed down on my lower back, which caused my ass to jut out impertinently while he spread my ass cheeks and drove into me. It stung, and I frowned. Shouldn’t he have had more care of his partner? Of course he didn’t see my expression; he just continued to…fuck me. But then the sting faded, and I decided to forgive his lack of finesse.


Chapter 6