Chapter 9
nine
When I open my eyes, I’m surrounded by darkness.
The sheets beneath me feel unfamiliar, the scent around me something I’m not used to.
I look over and see Dalton snoring softly next to me, naked as the day he was born, with one arm slung over his face.
God, this man is beautiful. The ache between my thighs reminds me of what he and I did last night, and I feel heat creeping up my neck.
I’m not exactly embarrassed about the way I lost my virginity.
Do I feel like I could have been sexier?
Yeah, probably. I could have seduced him instead of just telling him to fuck me.
But I feel like Dalton appreciates my straightforward approach to most things.
Checking my phone, I see a few texts from the group chat with my friends. I wouldn’t even know what to tell them about Dalton and I, so I just ignore those for now. I’ll think of a response when it’s not three A.M.
Sliding off my side of the bed, I do my best not to disturb him as I pad quietly across the bedroom floor and into the bathroom.
I don’t bother turning on the light, letting the moonlight filtering through the window light my way.
The cool water runs, and I splash my face, the reality of last night finally setting in.
Covering my face with my hands, I let myself feel every emotion running through my mind.
I do not regret a single moment that I’ve spent with Dalton.
But it’s still a huge emotional change for me.
I want to believe everything he’s told me.
There’s nothing I would love more than to spend every single night wrapped in his arms, falling for him the way I know I already am. But I’m terrified.
“The next time I wake up without you, it’s gonna be a bad day for everyone in this town,” his deep voice makes me gasp. I spin, seeing him standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, just watching me. “You okay, angel?”
“Of course,” I say, suddenly feeling self conscious. I attempt to cover my body with my arms and he literally growls, stalking forward until we’re nose to nose.
“Turn around,” he commands, and I obey. If he were anyone else, I would put up more of a fight. But when I hear his voice, my body obeys without hesitation. “Look at yourself in that mirror, Magnolia.”
His cock grows thicker, nestled between my ass cheeks.
I swear I can feel every barbell running down the length of his shaft as he stares into my soul.
His fingers trail down my back and I shiver, so responsive every time he touches me.
Wetness pools between my thighs, a mixture of my arousal and his cum from hours ago, making my thighs slick as I clench them together.
One strong, tattooed arm snakes around my waist, sliding across my pale skin and up between my breasts.
His hand wraps around my throat, not enough to cut off my air supply but just enough to command my attention.
Meeting his icy blue gaze in the mirror, I watch as he moves my head to the side, kissing a path up the side of my neck, across my cheek, and stopping at the corner of my mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my skin.
The fingers on his free hand skate down the curve of my ass, finding my core already wet for him.
He groans, his eyes flaring with desire as his fingers toy with the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs.
I want to feel him inside me again, I don’t care how.
I’ll beg on my fucking knees if I have to, just to relieve the ache building at my core right now.
“Bend over,” he demands, and my eyes widen involuntarily. “I’m not asking, Magnolia.”
Before I can submit to him, he steps between my feet, spreading my legs further apart and pushing my chest down onto the cool marble counter. I gasp at the contrast against my overheated skin, stifling a moan when he slips one thick finger inside me from behind.
“Your pussy is so pretty like this, angel. Bent over and begging for my cock,” he says, his dirty mouth eliciting a groan from deep inside my chest. “I’m gonna fuck my cum into every inch of this tight little cunt. And then I’m gonna fill you up again.”
“But I’m not-” I try to argue, knowing we didn’t use protection earlier. I’ve never had a reason to take birth control, but I’m not the type to try to baby trap a man.
“You’re not what, angel? On birth control?
Fuckin’ better not be. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than this magnificent body growing round with my child” His admission knocks the air from my lungs.
As much as the feminist in me wants to object, the thought of being owned by this man for all eternity is intoxicating.
I don’t think either of us is really ready for that kind of commitment, but he sounds so sure of himself.
My head swims with equal parts confusion and lust.
“Iris,” I say, but he shuts me up with a sharp slap on my ass. A moan escapes my lips as moisture floods my already aching pussy.
“What did I say about you calling me that, Magnolia? I hope you do get pregnant. Because then I’m keeping you and our baby.
” He gives me no warning before slamming inside me in one thrust. My hips collide with the edge of the countertop, pleasure and pain warring for control over my mind and body.
I’m gonna be bruised tomorrow, inside and out, and I don’t fucking care.
He fucks me into submission, using my body exactly the way he needs.
I’m completely at his mercy, and I’m happy to spend forever here.
“Dalton, please. I need…” I pant, reaching back and scraping my nails across his thighs.
“Tell me, Magnolia. Tell me exactly what you need. I want to hear that angelic mouth sin,” he says, and I groan. His thrusts are punishing, keeping pace with my racing heart.
“I need to come, Dalton. Please, harder!” The words tumble out of my mouth so easily, and for once in my life, I don’t feel an ounce of guilt or shame for it.
“You tell me what you want, and I will always give it to you, baby,” he says, holding both my wrists behind my back with one hand and fucking me without reservation, without concern for anything other than taking what he wants.
The way he calls me baby twists me up inside, my soul already longing to latch on to his and never let go.
My orgasm blindsides me, ripping a scream from my throat as he swells inside me. He slams into me one final time, fulfilling the promise he made moments ago. I am utterly full of him. Body, mind, and soul.
“What do you wanna be when you grow up, Magnolia Azalea?” Dalton asks, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thighs as he rests his head across my knees.
“I think we’re both already kinda grown up,” I laugh, playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.
I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone in my life as I do with Dalton.
I’ve spent every second of my time on this earth feeling insecure about one thing or another.
But laying in this bed in nothing but Dalton’s t-shirt, my kindle in one hand and the other tangled in his hair, I actually feel like I belong somewhere.
“I’ll never be grown up. Not if I can help it,” he grumbles, burying his face against my skin, peppering tiny kisses across my thighs.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I giggle, loving the way it feels to just lay here with him like this. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything, angel,” he says without hesitation or lifting his head.
“It’s not a huge secret. I mean, I’ve told the girls. But my parents don’t know,” I say, biting my lip nervously. Instinctively, I begin picking at my nails the way I always do when I’m nervous.
“You can always tell me anything, Magnolia,” he says, pulling my hands apart and threading his fingers through mine. The gesture seems so simple, but it grounds me like nothing even has before.
“I want to own Revamp someday. Actually, I’ve been going to college to get my business degree for almost four years now. I’m nearly done, and I still haven’t told my parents,” I say softly, gnawing on the sensitive flesh of my bottom lip. He bounces upright, nearly knocking me over.
“What?! That’s so cool! Why wouldn’t you tell anyone that? And why do you take so much shit from Malcom when you could ask for a better position? Fuck, you could take his job and go so much further than he has, angel.” He asks, prying my teeth from my lip.
“When I was younger, my mother always told me a good wife doesn’t need to work.
All she needs is a wealthy man to take care of her, and a full social calendar.
Even though it’s not exactly how I dreamt it would be, I’m proud of how hard I work at Revamp.
I could have turned into a spoiled trust-fund baby.
Lord knows my mother would have been happier.
But I didn’t, and I’m so proud of myself for that.
” He rolls his eyes when I talk about my mother, and I smirk, knowing exactly how he feels about her ideals.
“Well, that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.
I’m telling everyone we know. That’s incredible, Magnolia.
The fact that you’ve heard that kind of bullshit from her and still did everything you could to make your dreams come true, just for yourself, is amazing.
You should be so proud,” he says, and a small smile splits my lips.
I am proud. And honestly, I know my dad would be proud, too.
Probably pissed about the fact that I have a trust fund, yet I still took out thousands in student loans to avoid telling anyone why I needed the money. But proud regardless.
“So what would you do to make Revamp exactly what you dream, Miss Monroe? Tell me it’s you walking around in one of those business skirts with no panties and you’ll be a fuckin’ dream come true, I swear,” I laugh loudly at his ability to turn anything sexual. He’s forever a teenage boy.