28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blaire
T he chilly air nips at my cheeks as I walk out into the early winter morning, exhaustion plaguing my entire body. I take a deep breath of it, filling my lungs with the crisp, fresh feeling that is like a balm for my already shot nerves. My drive to the distillery is calm and serene, the sun struggling to break through the thick blankets of clouds, casting a glow over the snow-covered trees. I’m so deeply in love with this town and the people who live here, I can’t imagine ever leaving. But if Andrew is out of prison and has found me? If he wants vengeance for getting him locked up? I have to run. I can’t prove that the man I saw at the distillery was him, but it’s too much of a coincidence not to be.
I pull into the distillery and drive around back to the staff parking lot. As I’m stepping out of my car, Dallas appears in front of me from out of nowhere, causing me to jump back and yelp, my hand flying to my chest.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Will you quit scaring me!”
“Never. Why are you so jumpy?”
“Because you popped up like freaking Michael Myers, you creep. Welcome home. Wait, how are you home so early?”
My body hums to life with him this close to me but I’m keenly aware of our proximity to everyone else. It takes everything I have not to jump him and lean into his big chest. I’m desperate to feel his arms around me.
“Sawyer couldn’t stand to be away from Ivy any longer. Woke us up to get on the road and drove straight through, just got back. Follow me.”
He takes a few steps away from me, heading to a large warehouse that I’ve never been inside, next to the parking lot.
“Where are we going, Dallas? I have work to do and people will be showing up for the first tour at ten,” I say as I look down at the watch around my wrist.
“I fucking missed you and if I don’t get inside you right now, I’m going to haul you out of here like a caveman.”
He grabs my wrist as he slides open a large bay door just enough for us to slip inside. The smell of charred sugar and wood immediately engulfs me. The room is filled floor-to-ceiling with barrels.
“What is this place? This isn’t a rickhouse, but it smells like one, and why don’t I know of it yet?”
“It’s storage for the old barrels waiting to be shipped out. We sell them to make some of the money back on the wood. They’re all empty. They typically get turned into wood chips or we sell them to distilleries in Scotland where they don’t require new barrels.”
“I’ll never get used to how much I love the smell of these things. Charred oak and maple, god. I love it.”
I turn my focus from the massive lines of barrels to the Hulk in front of me. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his hands curling and uncurling at his sides. I take a hesitant step back from him.
“Dallas. I have a tasting that people will be arriving for. There isn’t time for this.”
But my god do I want him. My heart starts to beat wildly in my chest as he stalks me backward.
“Then you better come quickly.”
He pounces then, like a lion attacking his prey. It’s useless to fight, I never stood a chance from the very beginning. His mouth connects with mine as he pushes me against a barrel, pulling my legs up and around his waist. My moans are smothered by his mouth as his hands dig into the flesh of my thighs, gripping me hard, the way I like it. I missed him. Reaching between us, I pull his belt buckle loose, followed by the buttons of his pants. They’re pushed down just enough that his massive cock springs free, my hand wrapping around it and tugging.
“Fuck yes, baby girl. Stroke it. Fuck, I missed this. Missed the feel of you.”
His kisses are sloppy, rough, and brutal, just as demanding as he is. His talented fingers work their way between us until they meet my center, pulling my panties to the side and finding me already wet.
“Always so ready for my cock.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Dallas.”
“Shit, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
He grips my hips tightly, lining himself up with my slick entrance and slamming home.
“Aah! Fuuuck!” One of his hands clasps over my mouth, reminding me that we have to be quiet.
“As much as I love hearing you scream for me, I need you to shut the fuck up. Be my good girl, princess. Show me how quiet you can be while I fuck your perfect cunt and fill it with my cum.”
The moan that leaves me is primal. His filthy words always spur me on and push me closer to orgasm. His thrusts become brutal, pounding into me with such force, I’m rocking on the whiskey barrel. He buries his face into my neck, sucking on the skin above my shoulder. The feeling of the stubble on his face sends a delicious mix of pain and pleasure through my body.
“Fuck, I love this pussy.”
“Oh god I’m close, don’t stop, Dallas, please don’t stop.”
“Milk me, baby girl. You feel so damn good. Make me come.”
I lean back from him, balancing on the barrel as he ruthlessly pounds into me. Over and over again.
“I’m coming! Yes! Dallas, I’m coming!”
He pumps into me harder, if possible, my orgasm rolling through me in strong waves, gripping him tightly, my body shaking with the force of it, my arms flying out to grasp anything for purchase.
“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, you’re making me come,” he groans through clenched teeth. The veins in his neck pop, and his eyes dance around wildly as he watches his cock jerk inside me as he comes.
He slams into me one more time, knocking the barrel back into the others lined next to us. I reach for him at the same time he wraps his arms around me, yanking me off it and shuffling backward. I jerk from his arms at the deafening sound of whiskey barrels crashing to the cement ground around us. My hands cover my ears as Dallas yanks his pants up and pulls me into his chest, his arms wrapping around my head and body. Moments go by as the thundering sound echoes off the walls and rumbles the ground under us, finally coming to a silent stop.
“Holy shit, will you look at that.” Liam’s voice breaks me out of Dallas’ hold, stumbling away from him and righting my dress, quickly running my hands through my hair. My face flames with embarrassment and shock.
Sawyer and Carter rush in next just as Dallas is buckling his belt. Carter’s smile could light up a room while Sawyer is shooting daggers at his twin. I can feel his anger from here.
“So, you two fuckers need to pay up. I’ll accept cash or Venmo,” Carter says, pointing at Sawyer and Liam. My mouth drops open in horror.
“You were betting on this?” Dallas asks his brothers.
“Well, not so much you fucking the barrel house down to the damn ground, but you two fucking? Yep. I won,” Carter replies smugly.
I could die right here.
“This isn’t what it looks like . . .” I try to explain, even as Dallas’ cum leaks from me, sticking to the inside of my thighs.
Everyone looks at me almost identically. Like I’m the village idiot. Because what else could be happening that caused Dallas’ pants to be undone and the whiskey barrels to crash around us?
“It’s exactly what it looks like. So, you three mind? Why don’t you give us a fucking minute to put ourselves back together.”
“We need to fucking talk, dickhead. Do what you gotta do and meet me in my office. Now.” Sawyer points at his twin. Carter throws his head back in a laugh.
“I love being right. I fucking knew it!” He tries to fist-bump Liam, but he just rolls his eyes and follows Sawyer from the building, Carter right behind him.
My hands come up to cover my face, mortification sinking in. God. This looks terrible. I’m going to lose my damn job. I love my job. I’m just starting to fit in here and I don’t want to have to pick up and move again. If I’m going to lose my job over this, maybe I was never meant to be happy here in Aspen Ridge to begin with. Maybe I’m just not meant to be happy at all. Tears escape my eyes before I feel a pair of large hands clasp around my wrists, pulling them gently from my face. He releases me, only to move his hand under my chin, lifting so that I can meet his eyes.
“Hey, no. No tears. I only want your tears when I’m bringing you pleasure. This won’t do.”
I chuckle through my crying at his statement.
“I look like a hussy, Dallas. I just got caught sleeping with the boss.”
“I know that isn’t a good look, and I’m so sorry this is how they found out. After I talk to Sawyer, they won’t care.”
“I do! You’re the COO, Dallas. This is your family’s business! You’re the man. I’m a female employee. Not to mention the new girl! Jesus. I’m an idiot. Holy shit, I’m a fucking idiot. This is a bad look. If word gets around, which I’m sure it will, I’ll look like a whore. There’s no getting around that.”
He moves his hands to grasp my head, holding me still and forcing me to look at him.
“Listen to me. No one who works here is going to think that, and if they do, I’ll fucking fire them. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, princess. Fuck everything else.”
I step out of his hold and he lets me, not wanting to be swayed by the way his body muddles my brain.
“I need to get back to work,” I say firmly as I wipe away the tears and straighten my spine, prepared to hold myself together alone like I always do. “I’m sorry about this disaster.” I motion to the dozens of whiskey barrels knocked over. He doesn’t say anything as I walk from the building, feeling his eyes on me the entire way.
What the hell have I done?