Chapter 6
6
DALLAS
It’s been days since I had Willow’s lips against mine. The sweet taste is forever burned into my memory, and it’s torture. Watching her behind the bar is driving me mad—I want nothing more than to kiss her again, but she’s made it clear there is a line, and I can’t cross it.
I saddle up to the bar and watch her serve customers who are scantily clad. Despite her best efforts, I can see the disgust in her eyes. Working here at Vibe—my sex club—is beneath her… and I know why. Based on what Drake told me, I already knew Juniper wasn’t her daughter, making me question why she said otherwise. All Drake could find was that her sister Lark had died after a home invasion. There was no mention of Juniper’s father, making me even more curious. Drake also learned that their parents had been killed in a car accident the year before Juniper's birth. He also learned that Willow had her own counseling practice in Reno and moved for unknown reasons, making my suspicion that she’s hiding something deeper.
I lean against the polished wood of the bar, my eyes never leaving Willow. She moves gracefully, her every motion efficient yet stiff. Despite the revealing attire she wears, her demeanor remains unapproachable, almost regal. I can see the disdain flicker across her face as she assists the two bartenders in serving the nearly naked patrons, the corners of her mouth twitching downward when she thinks no one is looking.
Seeing me at the end of the polished bar, she straightens her shoulders and moves toward me. “Dallas," she greets me curtly, her eyes cold as ice. "What do you want?”
Her tone is all business, devoid of the warmth I crave. I force a smile, trying to hide my frustration. "Just a whiskey, neat, for now."
She nods and turns away, her ponytail swinging like a metronome, taunting me with the sway of her hips. I can’t help but watch, my desire for her growing with every second. The memory of our kiss haunts me, a phantom touch I can’t escape.
When she returns with my drink, I lean in closer, my voice low. "You’re working too hard, Willow. You should take a break with me. We still need to talk about what happened between us."
She doesn’t meet my gaze, her eyes fixed on the bottles behind the bar. "I’m fine, Dallas. I don’t need a break. And what happened between us was a mistake, one I blame on my exhaustion."
Her dismissal stings, and I clench my jaw, trying to keep my anger in check.
"You think being tired made you kiss me?"
Her eyes snap to mine, blazing with anger. "That’s exactly what I think. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do."
She spins on her heel and walks away, leaving me seething. I down my whiskey in one gulp, the burn doing little to quell the fire inside me. If she won’t give me what I want, I’ll find someone who will. I scan the room, my gaze landing on a curvaceous brunette leaning against the wall, her eyes dark and inviting. She’s new, but she’s clearly comfortable in the club’s environment. I stride over to her, my intentions obviously clear because the lecherous smile she gives me tells me it won’t be hard to get what I need.
"Hey, there," I say, my voice dripping with charm as I run my fingers down her arm. "What’s your name, beautiful?"
"Darcie," she purrs, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "And you are?"
"Doesn’t matter… the only thing you need to worry about is whether my cock is going to fit in this pretty mouth of yours." I tangle my fingers into her hair and jerk her head back, exposing her neck.
Her eyes light up with interest. "Is that so?"
“Yes. Now get on your knees.” Not bothering to hide our actions, I shove her down and scan the club. I want Willow to see. If she thinks she can brush me off, she’s sorely mistaken. Darcie reaches for my belt, tugging the leather from the metal, holding it closed. As she slowly unzips my pants, I spot Willow, her face a mask of anger and hurt.
Good.
Let her see what she’s doing to me. Vanessa slips my hard dick from my pants, but my focus is on Willow, gauging her reaction. Her eyes gaze never leaves mine. Not even when Darcie takes me in her mouth. I grunt as she licks my cock from balls to tip, but it’s not because of her that I’m already close to the edge. It’s the woman whose eyes burn with fury across the room who has me harder than I’ve been in my life. As I wrap Darcie’s hair around my hand and shove her down my shaft, Willow finally turns away and storms off.
I push Darcie aside without a second thought.
"Sorry, Darcie, but this isn’t working for me," I mutter, leaving her confused and breathless on her knees. I don’t care.
All that matters is the woman who disappears up the steps toward my office.
I find her inside, her back to me as she stares out the window overlooking Nashville. She doesn’t turn around when I enter, but I can feel the tension radiating from her.
"What the hell was that?" she demands, her voice trembling with fury as she slowly turns to face me.
I close the door behind me, my anger rising to match hers. “You pushed me away, Willow. What did you expect?”
“I expect you to act like a professional, not a petulant child!”
I cross the room in three strides, grabbing her arms and pushing her against the cool glass.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” I growl, my face inches from hers. She struggles against my grip, but I don’t let go.
“I’ll talk to you however I want. You don’t control me, Dallas.”
I nearly laugh—control is the last thing I have when it comes to her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demands, her eyes flashing with anger as I press into her, pinning her hands above her head.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I growl, my face inches from hers. “What game are you playing? What are you hiding from me, Willow?”
“I’m not hiding anything,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m trying to do my job. And you’re the one who’s playing games, Dallas.”
“If this is a game, I won’t stop until I win,” I say, my voice low and dangerous.
She swallows hard, her eyes locked on mine. “You’re an asshole, Dallas.”
“Maybe,” I admit, leaning in closer. “But you’re still here. Why, Willow? Why don’t you just leave?”
Her breath hitches, and for a moment, I see something in her eyes. Vulnerability. Fear. Desire. It’s all there, tangled together in a web of emotions.
“I don’t have a choice,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“There’s always a choice,” I counter, my lips brushing against her ear as I lean in and trail my lips along her neck. “You just have to be brave enough to make it.”
Then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate . Her lips are soft and yielding, and for a moment, she stiffens beneath me, but just as quickly, her body softens. Spreading her legs, I step between them. The hardness of my arousal presses against her core, making her cry out. My hands are everywhere, igniting sparks of pleasure that make her tremble. Hoisting her into the air, her legs wrap around my waist as I suck the flesh beneath her ear.
“Tell me you want this, Willow.”
“I shouldn’t want this.” She arches her body, causing her warm center to press against my dick. “But if you stop, I’ll never forgive you.”
Like a man possessed, I spin us around and carry her to my desk. Cradling her ass in my arm, I sweep the content on top of it to the floor and set her down. My fingers push up the dress she wears.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
She leans back on her elbows, her dark mane of hair spilling down her shoulders and onto my desk as she watches me divest her of the lace panties she has on. Tossing them over my shoulder, I push her thighs open. Her pussy glistens with moisture. Her pink folds plump, begging me to taste them. Dropping to my knees, I bite the inside of her leg, licking as I move toward the apex. Swiping my tongue across her slit, Willow hisses.
“Please.” Her whimper is like fuel to the fire burning inside me and I dive in like a man starved.
I suckle the tender flesh, moving my face as I work my tongue inside her. Flattening my tongue against her bud, I lick her hard. I can feel her body is close to erupting, so I add my finger. Curling the digit inside her, pressing that soft flesh inside her womb as I suck her clit into my mouth. Like a detonator, she explodes. Her legs tighten around my head as she cries out and floods my mouth with her cream.
Pushing to my feet, I unbuckle my pants and kick off my shoes. Snatching a condom out of my wallet, I toss it to the ground. Shoving the fabric down around my ankles, I kick off my clothes, baring my arousal to her. Taking my hard dick in hand, I roll the latex over myself before lining my cock with her opening. Leaning over her, I grip her chin, slamming my lips over her as I push inside. It’s everything I imagined and more.
I press my lips to hers and mingle my tongue with hers. Thrusting my hips, I close my eyes and revel in the way it feels to be inside her. One time won’t be enough to get this woman out of my system—that thought scares the shit out of me.
“Let go, Willow. Give me what I want.”
She locks her legs around me and pulls me deeper, her body yielding to me as I fuck her. Her whimpers are like notes to a melody I’ve been searching for my whole life, and I don’t stop pulling them from her. Her core tightens around my shaft as her orgasm barrels out of her like a freight train. Damn, she is fucking gorgeous as she cums.
Her hands pull free of mine and tug open my shirt, causing the buttons to pop off and scatter to the floor. Bracing my hands on the wood top, I arch up, pushing inside her even further. I’m nowhere near done with her.
Willow’s fingers trace the tattoo covering my shoulder and part of my chest before she grabs my shoulders, pulling herself up. My hands go to the hem of her dress, and I strip it off, throwing it to the floor with my own discarded clothes. Gripping her ass, I scoop her off the desk and carry her to the window once more. My dick throbs inside her as I press her back to the cool glass and bite down on her neck. Her nails score my flesh as she shoves the fabric of my shirt off. Thrusting my hips, I fuck her with abandon. She’s a vision against the backdrop of Nashville’s lights glittering in the night. Her smooth skin and pert nipple beg to be licked—so I do. I capture her pert tip in my mouth and suck as my cock moves in and out of her body.
“Dallas.” She moans my name, and it’s all I can take.
Pushing her into the glass, I thrust my hips. Her pussy tightens around my shaft, and I close my eyes as her release draws out my own. Grunting, I let myself go, spilling my seed into the latex barrier. For a moment, I wish I wasn’t wearing the damn thing and was filling her up with my cum. Shoving the discerning thought aside, I quicken my movements as we both ride out the waves of bliss.