13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Dallas
“ H ere’s how this is going to go. We’re stuck here and I don’t know when the roads will open up, sure as shit ain’t gonna be today. Our bodies clearly want each other. So, we can either be at each other’s throats the entire time, or we can fuck like animals. If I had my way, we’d do both.”
She looks at me a little stunned, and I brace for the fight that I know is coming. Hell, I welcome it. Crave it. I surprised myself a bit, but if I’m going to be stuck in my own house with this sexy terror, I’m at least going to make the best of it.
“You’re out of your fucking mind.”
Called it.
“Yep. Out of my mind for you, princess. For some fucked-up reason that I don’t understand. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
“Wow, Dallas. Way to make a girl want to jump into bed with you. You woo me, my king!” She dramatically puts the back of her hand to her forehead and feigns swooning.
I grab her hips roughly, jerking her into me so she can feel how hard she makes me.
“Say it again.”
Her palms flatten on my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. If she did, I would stop right now. But I know she wants this; she just doesn’t like to admit it.
“You know exactly what I want to hear. I don’t like repeating myself.”
Her pretty eyelashes flutter closed briefly and when she looks up at me again, she’s that sexy submissive that I want so badly. Fuck, I love bringing this strong woman to her knees. She’s such a challenge, so feisty and hardheaded, but when I break down those walls and she gives in? It’s fucking magic.
“My king.”
A deep, uncontrolled moan releases from me before I rip the shirt off her and devour her lips. Her hands come up and curl around my neck, pulling me closer. The kiss is bruising, demanding, and hurried. My hands roam her body and I shift to pick her up, her thick thighs wrapping around my hips. I nip at her neck, licking and biting in a line down to her shoulder. I move us to the couch where I lay her on her back, dropping to my knees between her spread legs, and pull the sweatpants off, leaving her naked in front of me.
“Shoulda asked you this in my office but, birth control or condom?”
“IUD. Fuck me.”
Fuck. Heaven help me, I’m going to lose myself in this woman. I line up my cock with her wet center before slamming into her without warning. Her body jerks back and I grab her hips, dragging her to the edge of the couch as I pull out to my tip and drive back in. My piercings make each thrust more sensitive and I know it makes me feel ribbed inside of her. Based on her eyes rolling to the back of her skull, I’d say she fucking loves it.
“Fuck, this pussy is so good, princess. You’re soaking me, gripping me so tightly. So. Fucking. Good.”
Her moans echo off the wall as I drive into her over and over with forceful thrusts. I fucking love this position. Her naked body is on full display for me, and her breasts bounce every time I slam into her. Leaning forward, I grab one roughly, it’s huge and heavy in my large hand and I’m finding myself quickly becoming obsessed with them. Sucking her nipple into my mouth before biting it, I drag my teeth across her sensitive flesh, loving making her squirm. Her screams and moans are a symphony that I’m creating with her body, and I love the melody it creates.
“Goddamn it, Blaire. I can’t wait to fuck these. So sexy. So fucking perfect.”
“Yes, Dallas, yes. Take it!”
I quickly pull myself free from her body, grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her stomach. My palm connects with her ass cheek in three rapid slaps as she screams out.
“What did you call me?” I rub softly over her reddened skin.
“Dallas! Fuck!” She squirms against me, wanting me back inside her.
“Such a greedy pussy. Say it, Blaire. Who’s fucking you right now? Who are you begging for?”
My hand comes down hard on the other cheek twice.
“My king! My king!”
“Mmm. That’s right. Such a good girl.” I praise as I spread her cheeks and slide my cock back into her wet, waiting center. Her channel is so tight, but even more so bent over like this. I fuck her hard and deep, gripping the flesh of her ass in my hands, loving how she feels. I lean over her and tap her lips with my thumb.
“Suck.”
She greedily pulls it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around, getting it nice and wet. I pull it free and spread her cheeks once more. Looking down at her pretty, tight little hole, I spit right onto it before rubbing my wet finger over the puckered area. Her moans get louder as her hips start to push back on me. She’s going to fucking kill me. I don’t even have to try that hard, she’s like fucking putty in my hands to mold and do what I want with. Good thing I know how to make her feel better than she ever has before.
“Fuck, you’re so dirty. You want it?”
She pushes back on me and my thumb breaches that tight rim. I work it in slowly, letting her adjust.
“Harder, Dallas!”
My free hand connects with her ass cheek on impulse. Hard. I love how her fair skin blooms from the impact, love how wet she gets after each slap.
“Fuck! Harder, my king! Harder! Please!”
She’s bucking wildly now and I’m feral for her like this. Wanton and careless, chasing the high of an orgasm only I can give her. I fuck her ruthlessly in both holes until I feel her pussy fluttering around my cock. I’m edging myself at this point, I want her to come with me, need her to come with me. She feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My balls draw up and tingles shoot down my spine.
“Come, princess. Right fucking now.”
She clenches tightly around me, her walls gripping me and holding me in, I pound into her one last time before emptying inside her.
“Jesus fucking Christ. That’s it, baby, milk me. That greedy cunt can take it all. You like it when I fill you up?”
“God, yes!!!”
She screams through her orgasm and it’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever heard. She’s so goddamn addictive when she’s like this. My cock jerks inside her until I’m completely spent. I pull myself from her body and move to sit next to her while we both work to control our breathing.
“So, you in?”
She turns her head to look at me, a smile on her face. She really is just so damn beautiful. Especially like this. Freshly fucked, coming down from an orgasm, her wild hair dancing around her face, and my cum leaking out of her. How she hasn’t been wifed up yet is crazy to me.
“Yeah. I’m in. But there needs to be rules.”
“Let’s hear ’em.”
“This ends when I leave here. No strings attached.”
“Okay. What else?”
“We keep it to ourselves. Despite what you may think, I really do love my job, and I can’t lose it because I’m sleeping with my boss. I also don’t want to be looked at like a hussy, don’t forget I’m new here.”
“I can do that. Anything else? Should I open my notes app?”
That earns me a slap on my bare chest. I can’t help but grab her wrist, bringing her palm to my mouth and biting the skin under the inside of her thumb.
“No. What about you? Anything to add?” she asks.
“Just one question.” She looks at me thoughtfully, waiting. “Any limits?”
Her smile fills her face.
“Apparently none with you.”
“Can I ask something without you being an asshole?” Blaire asks as she looks at me from across the bar, where she’s seated in a clean Aspen Ridge Distillery T-shirt of mine.
“Not a very nice way to start a conversation, Blaire, but try me.”
“I’m used to needing control. I shy away from men, no offense, like you. But with you...”
“With me you like it. More than like it.”
She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes and my heart flips in my chest again. I rub my knuckles into it to ease this awful feeling. I kind of figured she’s never been with someone with my tastes before and knows nothing about this type of sexual lifestyle.
“I just expected to not like anything remotely close to what we’ve done, I’m trying to understand why.”
“Here’s a question for you, why does it matter why you enjoy it? Does it feel good?”
“Just forget I asked.”
I walk around the bar from where I’m making our breakfast and pull her around to face me. Her legs open and I step between them, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me.
“Answer me. Don’t make me repeat it or I’ll bend you over my lap right now and punish you.”
Her eyes flutter closed as her breath hitches. So responsive.
“Yes. It feels good. I was just trying to understand why. What we’ve done, what I’ve let you do, those were hard lines before.”
I boop her nose with my finger.
“That’s just it. What you let me do. You think that because I’m the one being dominant means that I have all the control? That’s all you, baby. At any point you could tell me to stop, pause, go, and I would.”
“So, what do you get out of it?”
“It’s the exchange that does it for me. Whether you’re going to like this next part or not, it’s the truth. Your mind and your body trust me enough to hand it all over to me. You’re able to completely let go and know that I’ll keep you safe and make you feel better than you ever have before. It’s the exchange of trust. Having someone give themselves up wholly to me? Fuck, Blaire. Yeah, that does it for me.” My cock starts to thicken behind my sweats just thinking about it.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, quiet and contemplating everything I just told her. I return to the kitchen to assemble our breakfast sandwiches and pour coffee, giving her time to digest my small explanation.
“How do you like your coffee?”
“Black.”
“That explains why you didn’t like the pumpkin spice latte.”
“Please don’t remind me.”
“That bad, huh?”
She laughs and it’s the prettiest sound. I don’t know if I’ve ever actually heard it before and now I know I want to hear it again.
“I don’t really have a sweet tooth. Or at least I’m really picky about it. I do love Hannah’s chocolate croissants. But coffee should be smooth and rich and not need all the cream, sugar, and added flavoring.” She makes a disgusted face, and I can’t control the chuckle that comes out of me at the sight.
“So black coffee good, flavored coffee bad. But chocolate croissants are fine.”
“But only Hannah’s.”
“Got it.”
“What about you?” she asks after a moment.
“Same on the coffee, black. After I graduated from high school some things went down with Sawyer and Ivy. Long story short, they were together from the very first moment they met in the sixth grade, and about a month into the summer after graduation, Ivy just disappeared. Her mom forced her to run off, get out of AR, and live the life she never got to, even if it wasn’t what Ivy wanted. But it almost killed Sawyer. Anyway, he fell into a deep depression. Our dad was working long hours at the distillery and my mom was worried sick about Sawyer while trying to be there for Liam, Carter, and Kinsey. Kins was still pretty little. I stepped up to take care of my mom and all the extra shit. Didn’t know the first thing about drinking coffee, so I just started pouring it black. It stuck.”
I clear my throat, not quite sure how I ended up opening up to her, and focus on my breakfast sandwich in front of me, not wanting to face her reaction.
“Wow. I had no idea they went through all of that. I mean, I put it together that a bunch of stuff happened in the fall, but I had no idea about the rest. Your mom is lucky to have you. Is that why you two are so close?”
I meet her eyes then, full of something I can’t quite decipher. It almost looks like jealousy or envy, and I realize that I haven’t tried to get to know anything about her on a deeper level. Deciding to make the best of the time we have snowed in together, I make a mental note to get to know her. All of her.
“Yeah, I think that was the start of it. Sawyer was never the same after Ivy left. Even though we’re twins, he definitely took on the firstborn role and I was able to fuck around. It wasn’t until he checked out that I had to step up and I just never stepped back.” I laugh at that sentiment. “Must be why we go round and round so much. He wants control back and I’m not giving it up. I like taking care of my family. I’d do damn near anything for any of them.”
I look up from my meal just as Blaire swats a tear from her face. I cock my head to the side and study her. She’s so much more than I initially thought. Sure, I’ve been madly obsessed with her feisty personality and sexy-as-hell body, but she’s managed to surprise me.
“That’s really sweet, Dallas. They’re lucky to have you. Honestly, you’re all lucky to have each other.”
“Yeah. And we’re only getting bigger with the way Sawyer plans to breed Ivy.”
She chokes on her coffee, and I throw my head back in a laugh.
“You’re joking.”
“I wish I was. He’s pretty open about it. Surprised you haven’t heard the fucker. They want a hockey team. I’ll bet you right now that she’s pregnant again before the first baby turns one.”
“Oh my god, Dallas!”
We both laugh and finish our breakfast and coffee with easy, comfortable conversation. It’s the longest we’ve spoken without ripping each other’s throats out and I don’t hate it. In fact, I want more of it, even if I know I shouldn’t.