23. Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dallas
I can’t take my eyes off Blaire. The way her ass pushes back into my hard cock, the flush that’s spread across her fair skin that only I can see in the dimly lit hallway, she’s so turned on, and fuck if I don’t want to take care of her right here. I kiss her neck, sucking that delicate flesh into my mouth, and when she reaches back and threads her hand through my hair, pulling me closer to her, a low moan slips from my lips. She keeps her eyes focused on the scene in front of us, while I keep my focus on my girl. My hand on her hip holds her flush against me while the other pulls up her dress, inch by inch. The hallway is dark, but everyone around us is already either touching themselves or a partner, if not both. If she stops me, I won’t question it for a moment, everyone has limits and I’ll always respect hers. But fuck do I want her right now, just like this. Right here in this club.
My fingertips glide over the silky-smooth skin of her thighs, and I moan into her ear, letting her know what she does to me. As I continue my path upward, her legs spread of their own accord, and I couldn’t be fucking happier to be given the permission to keep going. When I reach the tops of her thighs, I skim over the sticky wetness already coating her. She’s so turned on she’s dripping down her legs.
“I’m going to take such good care of you.”
My fingers brush across her puffy lips, slick with her arousal, and I hum my approval. I glide two fingers through her center and feel the tremble of her legs as she moans softly, relaxing further into me.
“That’s it, baby girl, I’ve got you. Don’t take your eyes off them, watch as he pleasures her.”
My fingers continue to trail across her delicate flesh until I return to her center, pushing two fingers in deep, her pussy fluttering around me, and fuck if I don’t wish it was my cock. I arch my hand, staying impossibly deep, stroking the sensitive spot inside her before pulling out and moving up to her clit. The female’s moans echo into the hallway as Blaire’s hips move in time with my fingers, and my other hand moves up to palm her breasts over her dress.
“You’re dripping all over my hand, you like me fucking you with my fingers while you watch him eat her pussy? See how he takes care of her?”
“Yes, god, yes.”
Her hips start to really move, chasing her release.
She trembles in my arms, her knees shaking
“I need . . .”
“Tell me what you need, princess. I’ll give you anything. Everything.”
“I need you, I need you inside me. Please ,” she practically whines.
I don’t think, I just react. Pulling my fingers from her, I quickly free my length from the confines of my slacks. My hands drag up the side of her thighs, pulling the back of her dress up so that she’s completely bare only to me. Sinking low, I line myself up with her wet heat from behind and drive home, filling her completely in one thrust, her dripping cunt easing my way in. I groan, loving the way her pussy clenches around me, the way my piercings pull as I drag myself out and thrust back in. I stay deep, fucking her in hard, uncontrolled thrusts.
“That what you need, baby girl? You needed to be filled by my big cock?”
“Ye-yes. God, yes.”
She leans her head back against my chest, eyes locked on me as I ravish her pussy. Oblivious to any onlookers, I claim her mouth, kissing her deep and hard before releasing her, both of us gasping for air. Her walls tighten around me, sucking me in, her breathing picking up.
“That’s it, come for me, take me over the edge with you. Make me come,” I whisper into the shell of her ear, the scene in front of us long forgotten.
“I’m coming! Ohmygod!”
Her body stiffens before her knees give out, her entire body shaking as her orgasm takes over. I hold her up in my arms and thrust in once, twice, three more times before pushing in deep, doing exactly what she asked me to—ropes of cum pulsing out of me as my orgasm goes on and on.
“Such a good fucking girl. So good for me, baby.”
“So, what did you think?” I ask as we lay naked together in my bed after leaving Temptations. I was nervous, wanting to give her a new experience and something completely out of the ordinary. A date like she said she would enjoy, a place that gave some insight into the person she’s dating. Walking out of there with her little hand in mine, my cum leaking from her pussy, was something I’ll never forget. If I could have her leaking me every day, I’d do it.
I look at her now, relaxed and satiated in my arms, looking so beautiful. She’s been staying over more and more lately, leaving early in the morning and heading to work before me, refusing to go together. But sleeping next to her is everything.
“I’m sure you could tell how surprised I was, a little jealous imagining you there without me and everything you’ve probably experienced, but I want to go back.”
“Princess, I don’t remember life before you, none of that matters. My heart started beating the moment I walked into Sawyer’s office and saw you sitting there.”
She blushes, crimson spreading across her pretty face and making her freckles pop.
“You’re a sadist,” she jokes.
“You really want to go back?”
“I do.”
“I’ve been doing research on what you told me, about BDSM and how it can work to heal past trauma. You’ve never been triggered with me or by anything we do?”
Her eyes fill with unshed tears, making the dark blue of her irises look like the depth of an ocean.
“Baby, don’t cry. I didn’t tell you that to make you sad.”
“That means so much to me, that you seriously took time to look into that. No, I never have. You make me feel safe, I feel powerful in the sexual moments with you, and at night when I sleep next to you, you?—”
“Chase your demons away.”
“Yeah. You do.”
The fucking gratification that fills my chest knowing that I can provide her relief from her past does something to me.
“Is there anything you want to try?”
“I think so. But I don’t want to freak you out.”
“Nothing would freak me out. I promise you. It could be anything.”
She chews on the inside of her cheek nervously and I wait patiently, not feeling an ounce of worry over what her request will be. I would do anything she needed to take control back.
“My nightmares are specific because it always happened at night. He would sneak into my bedroom when I should be sleeping, and I would lay there terrified, wrapped in my blankets, waiting, wondering if that night was going to be the night he’d come in again. It was always inconsistent, so I never knew. It was torture. All of it.”
The rage inside me boils, threatening to overflow hearing the details of what my baby survived. Without her continuing, I know exactly what she’s asking, what she needs, and I won’t make her finish.
“Give me a key to your apartment. You don’t want to know when?”
She shakes her head no.
I’m not usually into dubious consent, I’ve played around with it once or twice, but there’s nothing I won’t do for her, and if this will help her heal from her past trauma in a controlled, safe environment, it’s easy for me to go through with it.
“I understand, just remember your safe words and that you’re in control the entire time. I would never hurt you.”
“I know. That’s why I’m asking you.”
Her words mean more to me than she knows, and I don’t know how to tell her. Being away from her for a few days is going to suck. I usually look forward to our annual boys’ trip all year long. Two days at Mount Baker, just the four of us, snowboarding, drinking beer, and chilling. We live on the slopes all day and sit by a fireplace at night and catch up, leaving the distillery back in Aspen Ridge for a few days to clear our heads. But this year? This year I have somewhere else I want to be. Someone here I don’t want to leave.
“I told you that I’m leaving for a few days, right?”
“I think you mentioned it and I’ve heard your brothers talking about it. Two days?”
“Two and a half-ish, but two nights away. We go every year the first week in February. It’s a tradition I can’t get out of, trust me, Sawyer tried.”
“He doesn’t want to leave Ivy, huh?”
“Never. Especially since she’s pregnant. I think in a month or so he’ll start working from home. I know he plans to take a while off after the baby is born.”
“You boys really had amazing role models.”
“I don’t disagree with you. We were lucky and I know that. I wish you had the same. Have you ever looked your parents up?”
“No. And I don’t want to. There’s a big part of me that blames them for everything that happened to me. I wish I had been enough of a reason for them to get their lives together. But I guess that’s addiction for you.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’d kill them all if I could. You should be so proud of yourself, you’re a survivor and you’re damn amazing. Look at how far you’ve come with no support and starting out with the shitty life cards you were handed. I’m going to keep you safe; I won’t hurt you.”
“I believe you.”
The next morning, I wake up alone, her spot on the bed cold, and clothes long gone. Blaire tends to sneak out of my house before the sun comes up, like a little thief in the night, still terrified of anyone finding out about us. I roll over and grab my phone, sliding the alarm off and pulling up her texts.
Me:
You’re a menace
Me:
When will you let me wake up to you and bring you to work?
Blaire:
Says the dickhead who steals my panties, I’m running low by the way so if you could return the ones you have
A smile spreads across my face as I lean over and open my end table drawer, pulling out a baby blue polka dot thong. I bring it to my nose, inhaling her sweet pussy, and turn my camera on to take a selfie. I snap a quick photo and send it to her.
Me:
These? Nah. How else would I be able to smell your cunt when you refuse to be here?
Blaire:
Dallas! You’re a freak. That’s not sanitary
Me:
Fuck if I care. I could have my face buried between your legs right now
Blaire:
You’re distracting. Let me get ready for work.
Me:
Imagine all the things I could do to distract you if you were next to me
Me:
Where you should be
Blaire:
See you at work, boss
Groaning, I toss my phone to the side and walk naked to my bathroom for a shower, not thrilled with the idea of washing her off me. I hurry through my morning routine, throwing on a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt since it’s Friday, knowing that I don’t have time to pick up coffee for Blaire from Bean Haven, and rush out of the house.
Once I make it to work, I head straight for my office only to find our intern, Marcus, waiting at my door.
“Hey, Marcus, everything okay?”
“Yes, sir, everything is good. Liam wanted me to personally wait for you and tell you in person, and I quote, ‘get your ass to the fucking fermenting vats.’ Sorry, Mr. Hayes, but he was adamant and he’s quite scary when he wants to be.”
I laugh at Marcus and pat him on the back.
“Don’t worry about it. Seeing as how I just got here and there is no explosion or fire happening, I’m going to put my stuff down, and then I’ll go meet him. Go take a break, you look like you need it.”
Marcus eyes me warily and I realize that he’s most likely used to me being a grouchy asshole the majority of the time. I do as I said I would, dropping my stuff off at my desk and walking back through the distillery office buildings and grabbing a golf cart. I head to the vats and easily find my brother pacing, running his hands through his shaggy hair—something he does when he’s worked up. I mentally give myself shit for being distracted lately. I look around to find the place empty, minus him.
“Hey man, you summoned me?”
“Yeah, I’m losing my shit and I need you to talk me off the ledge. You weren’t answering your damn phone.”
Shit. I must not have turned the ringer back on from last night at the club.
“What’s going on? Tell me what you need.”
“It’s fuckin’ Hannah. I’m so goddamn tired of Levi jerking her around. I’m so sick of seeing her treated like shit over and over and over again. You know where I was last night? Fuckin’ holding her while she cried because she’s running on fumes.”
I can tell by the look on his face that the story doesn’t end there. Holding Hannah through the shit Levi has put her through isn’t new and it wouldn’t get him that worked up.
“What’d you do, Liam?”
He looks at me, his shoulders stiff and face blank.
“I drove to Seattle to find the asshole and tell him to get his ass back in Aspen Ridge and take care of his family. And you know what I found?”
“Shit, man. Does Hannah know?”
“Know that her lying, piece of shit baby daddy that she thinks she’s still involved with has a girlfriend he’s living with? That she’s fucking pregnant?!”
“Oh, fuck.”
My heart sinks for Hannah and Charlotte.
“You didn’t beat the shit out of him, did you? That’s the last thing Hannah needs to deal with.”
“I saw it, right in front of me at his door and I turned and left. Dal, it was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done, and the longer I stay here and keep it from her . . . fuck. I want to fucking kill him. How could he do that to them?”
“We’ll all get her through it, they’re going to be okay.”
“You don’t get it. Her parents want to cut her off, Dallas. With Ms. Nettie getting older, unless Hannah gets married and settles down because of Charlie, they’re selling Bean Haven. Her mom is sick of going back and forth every winter and they want to move to San Diego permanently.”
“What kind of fucked-up ultimatum is that?”
“I don’t know how to tell her about Levi. I want to go put him six feet under. That’s what he fuckin’ deserves.”
“I agree with you, brother, but that’s not how this can be handled. Levi’s a fucking weasel and he’ll make Hannah’s life hell because of it.”
“What do I do?”
“Just sleep on it. You know her better than anyone else. But you get your shit straight and then talk to her. You’ll know what to do.”
I leave my brother, feeling like shit for him and Hannah. She’s such a good girl and has been around my family for the majority of her life. Needing a pick-me-up and to clear my head, I go in search of my girl, because all I want to do right now is wrap her in a hug and know that she’s having a good day.