Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
June
The thing I hated most about Dallas Whynot was that he was a good man.
We spent twenty minutes crammed in my shower together. The hands that had just made me come were now gentle and easy, massaging my shoulders as the water rinsed down the dirt and sweat we’d accumulated.
He got me a glass of water. He brought me a sweet snack. He tucked me in bed and then climbed in, his arms an iron fortress around me.
I hated it when he took care of me.
I also loved it.
The way he made me feel was dangerous. I was walking on a tightrope, trying not to fall into the pits of a romantic hope I’d so carefully avoided my entire life.
His beard was soft against the curve of my neck. Every now and then, he’d break the silence with a kiss against a spot that sent shivers down my spine. My breath caught as he kissed me there again, my eyes rolling back.
I was comfortable with him.
I didn’t let people in my bed. Yet, both him and Madi had been in it in the span of a day. My entire life was now upside down, a glass vase knocked from the tallest shelf and shattering in slow motion.
“We should text Madi,” I said.
I started to sit up, but a firm hand pushed me back down. “Stay. I’ll grab my phone.”
“You’re so demanding,” I mumbled, blushing as I tugged my comforter around my shoulders and settled back in.
Dallas rolled out of bed and disappeared to the rest of the house. He rustled around for a couple minutes before returning and I got an eyeful of him completely naked in my bedroom light.
Out in the desert, I’d only seen pieces of him under the moon. And I’d been so caught up in what we were doing in the shower, I didn’t take the time to appreciate him.
He was all hard angles and soft looks. Thick dark hair and a short beard that still didn’t hide his jawline.
There was always a single curl that loosened over his forehead unless he raked his fingers through to comb it back.
Broad shoulders, broad chest. It was really bad, probably, but my gaze focused on his chest hair and his pecs.
A very silly, a very horny part of me wanted to squeeze them—then again, knowing him, he’d happily oblige me.
Working out was his hobby because between being a mechanic and a volunteer firefighter, he needed those muscles at times.
But god, I was a whore for them. It wasn’t fair.
I licked my lips as my gaze dipped to the V of his hips, and then lower.
Fuck.
He was frozen in the doorway, his eyes on me.
His cock hard.
“You’ve never looked at me like that.” His voice was hoarse.
“I’ve never let myself,” I admitted.
God, he’d caught me staring. I yanked the blanket over my face to hide.
I’d never looked at him this way. I’d always torn my gaze away before drinking in every part of him and letting my thoughts run wild. Always catching myself before it went too far or he noticed.
The bed rocked as he climbed in next to me. He yanked back the blanket and cupped my face, but I covered my eyes with my hands.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered.
“I’m embarrassed.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you’re you. And we just ran around outside like two crazy people and then you . . . you.”
Dallas chuckled. “What were you thinking about when you were looking at me like you wanted to eat me?”
The corner of my mouth tugged. “I can’t say.”
“Oh, yes you can.”
His hand slid down my body, his thumb brushing my nipple. Teasing me. Fuck.
“Dallas,” I whimpered.
“Tell me.”
“I was thinking about your chest hair and your pecs.”
Dallas snorted and gently pulled my hands away from my eyes. “That’s what you’re embarrassed about?”
“I was embarrassed you caught me looking . . .” I trailed off as I felt him harden against my thigh.
His lips were a breath away from mine. “I like you looking at me. You should do it more often. Whenever you want. Without shame or embarrassment.”
“I—oh.” I gasped, arching as his fingers slid against my clit. Pleasure rolled through me, heavy and lazy, deep in my bones. “I thought we were going to text Madi.”
He turned away for a second then rolled back, unlocking his phone and putting it on my chest. “Text her.”
He said that, but then his hand went straight to my pussy again, rubbing easy circles with my clit.
I could barely think straight.
His mouth caught my nipple and he started to suck. Every movement was languorous, his tongue hot as he licked and sucked and nibbled.
“Dallas,” I moaned.
“Text her. Tell her what we did. Tell her what we’re doing.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My hands trembled as I picked up the phone and flipped to the messages with her. I felt like I shouldn’t have been reading what they’d said. It was a violation of privacy, but I couldn’t help it.
I saw the photo of her in the bath tub and immediately got wet.
Dallas let out a low grumble. “Fuck, you just got so . . .”
“I saw her photo,” I admitted.
He groaned, his eyes shutting and body stiffening. “Just knowing what that did to you . . .”
My throat was parched as his fingers started circling again. Tiny shockwaves snapped through every nerve.
I sent her a message.
Me
It’s June using Dallas’s phone, he told me to text you.
And told me to tell you what we did but if you don’t want to hear I don’t want to make things weird
Madi
Of course I want to hear
My vibrator died, you know. I’m having to do this the old fashioned way
Tell me everything
My breath hitched as Dallas bit down on my nipple hard enough to leave a mark. I arched against him, gasping as the pain only sharpened the pleasure.
I trembled as I kept typing.
Me
We talked and then decided we’re giving it a chance. Then he put my shoes on and told me to run
Madi
Please tell me he chased you
Me
He did-akjgbf
“Dallas,” I groaned as my typing slipped. “Fuck.”
Two fingers filled me. I rocked my hips as he fucked me mercilessly with them.
Me
Sorry, fuck. He’s distracting me
Madi
want to call? I’d like to not be using my hands to text anyways
“She wants to call,” I whimpered.
“Call her.”
I shivered as I hit the call button and then put it on speaker. Madi picked up within a split second.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi-hi,” I moaned.
“Madi, what are you doing right now?” Dallas asked.
His voice was already laced with dominance. Considering that Madi had been the one in control last night, I wondered what their dynamic was. Would their dominance cancel each other out?
“Touching myself,” she huffed. “My vibrator died.”
Dallas chuckled. “I want you to slip two fingers inside yourself.”
I clenched around him. My nipples hardened as it became clear what the dynamic here was. Dominant with me, submissive with him.
And fuck.
That turned me on even more. Knowing how damn powerful Madi was, and that she could still have the same level of vulnerable, needy submission I did.
“Good girl,” Dallas praised. “I bet you’re just as wet as June is.”
“Oh fuck,” Madi sighed.
My body tightened like a bowstring. I met Dallas’s gaze, holding it as I rocked my body, fucking his hand as Madi fucked her own.
“June is so wet right now,” he said, eyes still on me. “She’s soaking my hand. The moment she saw your picture, she got so fucking turned on, princess.”
“Princess?” I echoed, my breath hitching.
“She is, isn’t she?”
I thought about it for a moment.
I’d happily get on my knees for her and call her princess.
“Yes,” I rasped. “Yes she is.”
Madi’s moan echoed through the room and I shivered. The phone was nestled between my breasts, my fingers gripping the blankets as wet sound followed. I could hear how wet I was. How wet she was.
I was turned on so much it almost hurt. My clit throbbed, my pussy pulsing around his fingers. I ached for relief. I ached to have more.
“I want you inside me again,” I whimpered.
“Yes,” Madi gasped. “Fuck her. Please. For me.”
Dallas cursed softly, but ripped the blankets back to the foot of the bed. I raised my knees as he nestled between them, and he grabbed hold of my thighs, yanking me back so my pussy was right there in line with his cock.
He looked down and groaned. “Fuck. Condom—”
“I don’t care,” I said. “Unless you want one.”
He hesitated.
“I don’t care either,” Madi said. “I was tested recently because of the whole . . . well, never mind. I was negative and I’m on birth control.”
Dallas was frozen, his muscles rigid.
“I am too,” I said. “And last time I tested I was negative. I haven’t been with anyone since then but the two of you.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I am too. I . . . Are you sure? Both of you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Very sure,” Madi huffed.
“What if I come inside you?”
“I think that’s kind of the goal of not using a condom, right?” I teased.
Madi’s laugh echoed. Dallas swallowed hard, his hands still gripping my legs like two cuffs.
“I don’t know . . . Are you sure . . . ?” He trailed off.
I was admitting something aloud that I’d never said outright before. “Dallas, I want your cum inside me. There’s not a single part of me that wants children, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel like you’re breeding me.”
My throat tightened as his eyes lit with fire.
“If you don’t want to—”
He thrusted forward, sheathing his cock inside me. I cried out, moaning as I took every inch of him, his grip on my legs hard enough I knew there’d be marks tomorrow. And god, did I want them. I wanted the evidence of him roughly fucking me all over my body.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck.”
“What happened?” Madi asked.
“She took every inch,” Dallas grunted.
“Damn. That’s a feat.”
He chuckled in response and slid his hand behind my neck, pressing his forehead to mine as he started to move.
“He feels so good,” I whimpered.
Madi’s breaths were uneven, soft moans following. Knowing that she was fingering herself while listening to us fuck nearly sent me over the edge. Dallas growled in my ear as he fucked me harder, our skin slapping together.
“How does it feel knowing you had us both in your bed?” Madi rasped.
“Good. God, it feels good.”
“I bet.” Madi let out a string of curses. “Dallas, I’m close.”
His thrust faltered for a split second and his hold on me tightened. “I’m not going to last long like this. Both of you are killing me.”
Oh, I really liked the idea of making him come before he wanted to. Madi seemed to conspire with me automatically, a long groan echoing from the phone.
“Please,” she rasped. “What will you do when we’re both in your bed?”
His cock slammed into me harder, my head spinning. I grinned against his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his skin.
“Fuck,” he let out a sharp cry. “June.”
“I bit him,” I announced victoriously.
Madi stifled a laugh that then melted into a sigh. “I’m right there.”
I was too. I slid my hands through his chest hair, fulfilling my little fantasy of touching him there as he drove in and out. My eyes closed, my blood pumping.
The moment Madi let out an orgasmic groan, my own pleasure hit me full force. I clenched around Dallas as I came.
He mumbled a string of words I didn’t quite catch, thrusting one more time deep inside me. My eyes widened as I felt the heat of his cum spilling inside me, his body going still as he filled me up. He let out the sweetest moan, flexing his hips once more, pushing it all deeper.
His full body weight settled on top of me. I melted beneath him, catching my breath.
The best sex I’d had in my entire life had been in the last day. Hands down. Without a doubt.
He nuzzled the size of my neck. “You’re perfect.”
Normally, I’d argue with him on that. I was the furthest thing from perfect. But, right now, my brain still wasn’t working and the only words I could find were, “Thank you.”
“That was hot,” Madi sighed. “Maybe the hottest thing ever.”
“It was,” he agreed. He picked up the phone and put it on the pillow next to us. “You could come over and snuggle.”
Madi chuckled. “I’m burning the midnight oil. I’m going to work on some art. I feel inspired.”
There was a lightness to her voice that made me smile. “Are you going to draw us having hot sex?”
Even her snort was cute. “No. Well, maybe. That would certainly be more entertaining than an animation about Whynot, but I don’t think the rest of the town would appreciate it.”
Dallas shook with a laugh. “I think a little scandal is good for Whynot now and then.”
I poked his ribs, earning an even heavier laugh.
I could hear Madi’s smile. “You two should snuggle and kiss and do cute stuff together. And I’ll text in the morning.”
“I’ll bring you coffee and breakfast,” Dallas said.
His offer made me feel warm. It was cute seeing him like this. Seeing them both like this.
“Okay. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight,” I whispered.
“Goodnight, princess.”
The phone call ended. Dallas swallowed hard, his focus immediately on me.
“The moment I pull out of you, it’s going to be a mess.”
I smirked. “I like messes.”
His lips were soft against mine. A groan squeezed from his throat and then he pulled out, his cock slick with our cum. I felt it immediately start to drip out of me.
“Mmm.” He scooped it up and gently pushed it back inside me. “Where it belongs.”
My mouth dropped as he continued to push his cum back inside me. He was so serious about it, his brows drawn together. He looked at my pussy like it was the center of the universe.
For once in my life, I felt perfect.