Fourteen #2
“What happened to Billie’s Mum?” I blurt out before my brain has a chance to catch-up and stop the words from leaving my mouth.
I expect him to scream at me, shove me away, tell me to fuck off, anything.
Instead, he takes a deep breath and says softly, “That is something I want to share with you, but not tonight, please. Tonight, I just want to dance with a beautiful woman and enjoy my beer. Is that alright with you, Firefly?”
I nod, unsure how to muster up any form of coherent reply that won’t make me sound – and feel – like an asshole. Dallas seems satisfied with that, because he pulls me closer, his grip tightening around me.
My teeth sink into my lip, my mind racing at the ways I can try to redeem myself from bringing up what is clearly a painful, and potentially still touchy, subject. Nice going, Annabeth.
Billie hasn’t been in my class long – given that I had only just started teaching her grade – but she and I connected instantly.
She’s vibrant, colourful, and full of joy, which is only further cemented in her musical talents.
Billie expressed her desire to master the guitar, and all but chewed my ear off on my first day helping her run chords.
Truthfully, that was one of my favourite days.
I make it my business to get to know my students, and their parents, although I reeaally didn’t mean to get to know this particular parent quite this well.
I remember my own music teacher felt like a second mum at times, often staying back to look after us if someone’s parent was running late, always making sure we felt safe at school.
She was such a breath of fresh air, someone I always aspired to be like.
I wonder if she would look at the woman I’ve become and be proud of me. She was there when Mum— Never mind…
“Where have you run off to, darlin’?” Dallas asks.
I adjust myself in his hold so I can look up at him, the wrinkles creased beneath his hat draw my eyes straight to his, and I’m immediately lost in the hazel pools.
“Just reminiscing, I guess,” I offer.
The sound of engines roar from the car park, and it’s only then that I realise we’ve been out here for over an hour. Colt and Ella stumble from the diner, arm in arm, and Colt’s voice rises over the engines as he calls for his brother.
Dallas calls back, and the pair make their way down to where we’ve parked up by the river. Ella springs to life when she sees me, and immediately starts gushing over Link and Hannah’s news.
“Do you think you’d ever do it again?” Colt asks, his gaze locked on his brother.
“Colt,” Dallas says, a warning tone lacing his voice.
Ella senses the tension and immediately pipes in, “I can’t wait to get married. I want the whole kit and kaboodle. Big white dress, five bridesmaids—”
“Five? Who the fuck else would you have? You hate everyone but Hannah and Annabeth,” Colt cuts in through fits of laughter.
“Excuse me, River and I have come a long way,” she retorts.
“What, since you first moved here and tried to fuck Teddy?”
“Shut up, dickhead. I didn’t know!” She reaches her arm towards Colt, slapping him playfully with a scowl on her face, clearly embarrassed by the memory.
“Knock it off you two,” Dallas interjects, apparently accustomed to their bickering. He motions to me, his smirk widening as he says, “They’ve been like this since they met. It drove everybody mental back then, and it sure as hell still does.”
“We’re all heading into Wattle Ridge to continue the festivities, Hannah has decided she wants to party on. I don’t think Mrs. Hartford was too impressed when she called her to drive the courtesy bus. You coming?” Ella asks, her blonde hair almost glowing in the moonlight.
“I’m too old for that shit,” Dallas replies through a laugh.
Ella smiles and turns her question to me, “A.B.?”
My eyes meet Dallas’s, the unspoken question lingering. “I might just meet you back at home, if that’s okay?” I ask her, although I can tell she’s reading between the lines because she shoots me a knowing look.
“Roger that. I’ll take care of this one for ya, Dallas,” she says, gesturing at Colt.
Colt rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm lazily around Ella, the smirk on his face telling me everything I need to know as the two of them bid us farewell and continue on their way.
I make a mental note to grill her on her newfound sidekick the second she gets home.
I didn’t know they had history until after her birthday party, and I still feel like an absolute wanker for what I said to Dallas about them, although he seemed to get a rise out of teasing me, so I suppose it’s not all bad.
The courtesy bus rolls out several minutes later, the hollering of our friends echoing down the driveway as they head out to Wattle Ridge.
“Do you wanna’ get out of here?” Dallas asks.
“Where are we going?”
“I have no fucking idea, but I don’t want you to go home yet,” he confesses.
My heart skips a beat in my chest as the words fill my ears. I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Every drop of air has left my lungs, I’m sure of it.
“I don’t want to go either… I just want to stay with you.” The words come out choked, but it’s all I can manage. Heat rises in my cheeks, a quiet hunger burning somewhere deep inside me.
“Firefly,” he murmurs.
“Yes?”
Dallas doesn’t answer. Instead, he places a hand on my cheek, cupping my jaw juuust tighter than necessary, his eyes burning into me. There’s a shitload of burning happening right now; I feel like a soldering iron is about to strike my…
My lips part, a sharp gasp escaping them as he growls, “You’re so fucking perfect, Annabeth Harrington.” And he lunges for me.
Our lips meet with an unstoppable force, our souls colliding. He deepens the kiss, opening my mouth wider for him to trap my tongue between his lips. He sucks hard, and the pressure combined with him rolling his own tongue against mine sends a rush of arousal through my centre.
I groan against him, my body acting purely on instinct as we connect. His free hand roams my curves, the other still firmly planted on my jaw. Dallas grips my hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls me even closer, our bodies barely separated.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he breathes through individual kisses. “You’re driving me crazy, Annabeth.”
He lifts me by my ass, wrapping my legs around his waist. I’m carried in his arms until my back presses up against the door of his ute.
His hips grind into me, the friction of denim against denim making my pussy throb with anticipation.
I know how thick he is. The thought of him taking me right here is enough to make my mouth water.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he replies.
He trails kisses down my jaw towards my throat, his beard brushing against the sensitive flesh making the hairs on my body stand at attention. Goosebumps line every inch of me, heat rising inside me with every touch.
His hand rolls around the front of my hip, sliding between us and unbuttoning my shorts. My zip opens in one fluid motion. His skilled fingers toy with the fabric of my panties. I buck my hips against him, every inch of me is begging for more, desperate for his touch. I need to feel him inside me.
“Dallas,” I pant, my voice catching in my throat as he plunges a finger into my tight heat, giving me a taste of the fullness I’m craving.
“Fuuuck, Firefly, you’re so ready for me,” he grunts, another finger stretching me as it slides in to meet the other.
Each kiss grows more furious than the last, his thumb circling my clit as the two fingers deep inside me coax me to the brink of euphoria. My body shakes against the ute, the pressure of my orgasm building so fast I feel like a ticking time bomb about to go off.
“I’m so close,” I whimper against his mouth.
“I need you,” comes his reply.
“I’m yours.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
His fingers pull out of me, the sudden emptiness making me feel needy as I’m dropped to my feet.
He rips my shorts and panties down over my ass till they hit my boots.
I step out of them as gracefully as I can manage.
At this point, I don’t even care. I’m a ravenous little whore who’s desperate for this man. My man.
Dallas lifts me again, this time carrying me around the vehicle.
He props me onto the tailgate, kissing me hard before his hands grip my hair, and I’m turned around and pressed against the cool, metal tray.
I’m aching for his cock to stretch me, fill me.
So, you can imagine my surprise when I hear what I can only assume is his hat hit the dirt, and feel his tongue draw a long lick from my clit to my ass.
My knees shake, his mouth suctions to my pussy as he devours every drop of me.
He wraps his arm around my hips until his finger meets my swollen clit, and the tiny circles it draws threaten to unravel me.
Dallas grips my thigh with his other hand, holding me steady while he eats his way to my fucking heart.
I’m buckling against him, my entire body on the brink of collapsing as I chase my orgasm closer to the edge with every swirl of his fingers.
Every swipe of his tongue against my heat drives me further to my nirvana.
He presses my clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers, and the overwhelming sensation of pain mixed with the pleasure of his mouth brings me to my climax.
I’m shaking, sweating, and panting his name as I come.
My body goes limp, my chest completely flush against the tray of his ute. Dallas’s hands curve around my hips, snaking their way under my shirt until they meet my breasts. He leans in over me and whispers in my ear, “Such a good fucking girl for me.”