Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
HOTTER THAN THE HINGES ON THE GATES OF HELL
Dallas
Earmuffs made of breasts is not where I saw my evening going, but you ain’t gonna hear me complaining.
Shelby is a fucking wildcat, her nails raking up my back one moment and then suddenly her hands are shoving between us to get to my dick, the one part of me that isn’t stunned and confused.
He knows exactly what he wants, and this is familiar territory for him.
Me, though, the part of my brain that still has blood flow, is taking a super annoying step back.
Applying the brakes. Waving a cautionary red flag.
I lift my head from Shelby’s incredible breasts right as she gets one hand wrapped around my cock.
I gasp, head lurching forward, right back onto the softest landing I’ve ever laid my forehead on.
“Shelby.” My voice is strangled, not my own. “Wait!”
She freezes, her grip so tight I’m seeing stars. I lift my head and see her biting her bottom lip, uncertainty beginning to lift the heavy fog of need between us.
I release her hips and grab her face, tilting her gaze up from where she’s staring at my dick in her hand. Her gaze finally locks with mine. “Hey,” I continue softly. “I…I just need to know you’re not drunk. That you won’t regret this tomorrow.” Because that would kill me, I don’t say out loud.
If my dick could groan with disappointment, he would.
Since when do I ask twice? If the woman’s ready and willing, what the fuck am I doing?
Any other time, I’d already be pounding inside this woman, a whole night of fun in front of us.
I don’t normally think things through like this, and while this is a new habit for me, I feel like if there’s one time in my life when I should do things the right way, it’s with Shelby.
The woman I’ve been best friends with for decades.
The woman I think I’m in love with. She deserves nothing less.
“I had a few beers tonight, Dally. You know it’d take a whole keg of that piss water to take me out.”
I’m grinning like an idiot now. “One of the many things I love about you.”
Shelby sucks in a slight breath but plows ahead. “Can I fuck you now?”
My dick pulses at her offer, and she feels it. The little minx runs her thumb across the throbbing tip, and I nearly come in her hand. Then she releases me and brings her hand up to her face, her tongue darting out to lick her thumb. I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my head in her breasts.
Dear God, that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a woman do. Don’t let me embarrass myself.
As far as prayers go, I’m sure the big guy upstairs has more important things to do, but in my world, this is the most important night of my life.
“Well?” Shelby says, rocking her hips like she’s riding the damn mechanical bull at Knockin’ Boots.
“Y-yes,” I manage to answer. Except I need to lay this woman down and take my time memorizing every inch I’ve never allowed myself to see. I want to taste every secret place. My teeth need to know the exact pressure that makes her breath hitch.
Shelby doesn’t miss a beat. She slides off my lap and stands next to the bed. Her hands go to the fly of her jeans, and in a split second, they’re undone. She goes to shove them off of her, but I stop her again.
“Wait!” She gives me a look I’ve only seen her give unruly livestock that make her job harder. “Turn around, honey.” I strip off my boxers and try to strangle my dick into submission before I embarrass myself.
Her irritation shifts to uncertainty, even as her gaze flits down to where I’m gripping myself.
“I wanna peel these jeans off your gorgeous ass,” I explain.
Shelby manages a huff, even though I can see how hard she’s breathing in response to my request. She turns but doesn’t wait for me.
She shoves the jeans down over her hips, and I rush to take over, my hands on hers, slowing her down.
Damn, she’s in such a hurry. I like a woman to know what she wants but give me a goddamn second to enjoy the masterpiece in front of me.
“Easy,” I murmur, appreciating every inch of skin that gets exposed as the denim slides down her legs.
She’s wearing black lace panties that show more than they cover.
I groan, dropping my face to her backside and biting one glorious cheek.
She squeaks and nearly jumps out of my hold.
“You been hiding these pretty panties all this time?”
“Dallas,” she breathes, now kicking off one leg of the jeans before spinning around to face me and kicking off the other.
My bottom lip rolls. “Don’t take away my fun, woman.”
She shakes her head at my pout. “Don’t take away my fun. Give me that dick.”
Fuck yes. I love this woman. “I like the way you need my dick.”
My grin drops though as my gaze takes in the rest of her standing before me. Black panties hiding the last place I haven’t seen. Freed breasts lifting and falling with each rushed breath. Hair a glorious, disheveled mess. Lips already swollen from our kiss.
And the jagged scar running up the length of her torso. I’ve never gotten a really good look at it. Shelby always wears one-piece swimsuits and otherwise doesn’t show her stomach in clothing. Not even to me.
Shelby pushes me back on the bed with a strength I wasn’t prepared for.
I fall backward, and she climbs over top of me, her thighs straddling my hips.
Goddam, I can feel her heat. I can sense how wet she is.
How tightly she’s pressed against me. She rubs herself along my hard cock, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head.
Except then I can’t see what she’s doing, and I don’t intend to miss a fucking second.
I lift my head and watch her reach down between us, moving her panties to the side. Oh fuck me. She’s not clean-shaven, but what’s there is closely cropped. Fuck, I want to taste her.
I band my arm around her waist and roll her onto her back. She shrieks at the sudden change in position, her legs now wrapped around my back. I swat her hands away and grip her wrists above her head.
“Whoa there, Sweetness.”
She bucks like the broncs my brother rides. “Dallas, come on.”
I grin like the luckiest motherfucker in the county. Shelby’s whining. Begging for my dick. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything sexier. I don’t give her what she wants, of course. Not yet. I have territory to explore first.
Dipping my head, I place the first kiss on the top of her scar, just below her left breast. Shelby gasps, but I don’t stop there.
Releasing her wrists, I trace kisses down the whole jagged length, painting her pain in my love and admiration.
The circumstances of this scar make her who she is, and I’m a bit obsessed with this woman.
“Dallas,” she moans as I get to the bottom of the scar, just over her hip bone.
“What, honey?” I whisper back, looking up her body and between her beautiful breasts.
She drops her arms and slides her fingers into my hair. If I thought she’d say something sweet back, I’m proven dead wrong when she pulls so hard on the strands I see stars. Not the good kind. The kind that spell future hair transplants.
“Get your ass up here!” she growls.
It’s sexy as hell. Never thought I’d see my sweetness growl like that in bed. I trail a hand across her hips and then briefly downward, feathering caresses over the center of her body. She shivers in response. I suddenly hate this piece of lace that keeps me separated from her.
“So needy,” I tease, breath hitching when I sweep my thumb under the lace and feel how fucking wet she is. My teeth clack together. “Goddamn it.”
Shelby moans, her head tossing back into the mattress. “More, please, more.”
It feels like a dam breaking. All that nobility that prompted me to take things slow, to take my time.
It’s fucking gone, replaced by a need so acute I can’t breathe past it.
So, when Shelby sits up and grabs me by the arms to yank me back on top of her, I don’t resist. I can’t.
It’s impossible. I have to have her. Now. Right fucking now.
I slam my mouth back down on hers, both of us fighting for superiority, neither of us willing to relent.
I manage to reach between us and grab hold of the offending lace.
I yank, and the sound of fabric ripping has Shelby gasping into my mouth.
I taste her need, I feel the pounding of her heart.
Her hands are everywhere, nails surely leaving marks I’ll treasure tomorrow.
I’m just as lost, feeling unsure of myself with a woman, probably for the first time since my first time.
I don’t know what to touch next or how to quench this fire that has me out of my mind.
It’s madness.
It’s like the world has finally aligned into something that makes sense.
“Condom!” Shelby gasps. She yanks on my hair again to get me off of her, and I blink back to reality.
Sex, Shelby, condom. Yes, I can do this.
I push off of her, arms trembling so badly I can barely make the one pushup. I’ve never been knocked off my ass by a woman like this. I nearly crack my head on the nightstand, fumbling for a condom in the drawer, but I manage it, rolling it on like it’s an Olympic sport, and I’m being timed.
Shelby whimpers, and it’s so damn cute, I’m back to smiling again as I hurry back between her legs. I get one tantalizing view of her, pink and wet and ready for me. It’s enough to make me lose my brain again. She wraps her arms around my neck as I notch myself against her opening.
“Yes,” she hisses, eyes wild and lips parted.
I’ve lost all finesse and plunge inside of her heat in one hard stroke, taking her mouth at the same time.
Every muscle in my body locks up at the feel of her gripping me so tight and hot and desperate.
Now it’s me groaning, needing a moment to compose myself, but Shelby won’t quit.
She’s rolling her hips and now grabbing my ass, her fingernails digging in, the sting only adding to my pleasure.
And then the whole world goes silent. I feel her panting, see her flushed skin, and I know those lips are forming my name, but I’m sensing all of it like I’m floating above. Which is pretty fucking annoying because I want to be right there in the moment.
Me and Shelby.
Shelby and me.
I still, mesmerized by this feeling. I’m high on Shelby. Blissed out. On top of the world. In a heaven right here on earth. I love this woman. Inside and out. Friend and lover. Past, present, and future. Clarity hits like a lightning bolt.
So does Shelby’s palm when she smacks the ever-loving hell out of my ass cheek. Now I’m back to earth, the skin smarting as I gape at her.
“Move, Gamble!” She bucks against my dead weight yet again. “Give me something to work with here or get out of the way and hand over my vibrator.”
I shake my head in slow motion. “I can’t believe you. Are you using me for my dick, Shelby Sweet?”
Shelby tightens her core muscles, and waves of pleasure course through my body in response. “You just now catching on?”
It’s painful. The realization, that is. The sex is fucking amazing. But realizing Shelby’s not on the same page? Not in love with me like I am with her? Fucking guts me, man.
I gaze down at this woman I love and make a quick decision. “How do you want it, Sweetness?”
She keens as I pull all the way out, little moans of frustration that ease the sting of how much she’s rushing this. “I want it hard and fast, Dallas.”
Then that’s what my woman will get.
I reach down and take her leg in my hand, bending her knee up to her chest and then flipping her over onto her stomach.
She shrieks, but it’s muffled by the quilt.
I grab her hips and roughly pull her up onto her knees.
I don’t give her a second to catch her breath, I just plunge right back inside her velvety heat, one hard stroke after another.
The sound of flesh slapping is quickly drowned out by our collective moans and groans.
Goddamn, this is a sight, her luscious ass finally in my hands as I plunge in and out of her body.
My fingertips must be leaving marks, but I can’t seem to ease up.
If she’s not sore tomorrow morning, I haven’t done my job, because what my woman wants, my woman gets.
Leaning over her, my thrusts shorten, but now I can reach her breasts as they sway with each slide home.
I zero in on a nipple and tweak it. Hard.
Shelby tosses her hair, back arched, and something about the animalistic gesture makes my balls tighten too quickly.
I don’t want this to be over, but I don’t think I’m going to have much choice soon.
“Yes, yes!” Shelby’s chanting.
I think I can get her just a little bit louder. I let go of her nipple and find my way between her legs. Her clit is already swollen, just begging for extra attention. So, I give it, not one ounce of me holding back any longer.
She screams my name, and then I feel it.
The quake in her legs, the sweat dotting her lower back, and the telltale quivering of her pussy.
She clenches around me, and I keep thrusting to get as far inside of her as I can.
I strum my fingers across her clit in a faster rhythm to get every last shudder out of her.
And then I let myself go.
My eyes squeeze shut, and time slows down.
I fly off the edge of the cliff and release everything I have.
Pleasure shoots off bottle rockets in my head, my whole body locking up with an orgasm for the record books.
I push impossibly deeper, needing to make my mark on her body.
Needing to touch a place inside of her no one else can.
And then Shelby’s arms give out, and we drop to the mattress, a sweaty heap of limbs and heaving lungs, trying to recover. I should probably move off of her, but I don’t think I can. Too hard. Maybe tomorrow.
I realize moments—minutes? hours?—later that Shelby’s breathing has tapered off to something that sounds a lot like she’s sleeping. I roll off of her and then push her onto her back. She opens sleep-filled eyes above a dreamy smile.
I grin right back, already re-energized just looking at her. “Oh, you didn’t think you were going to sleep tonight, did you, Sweetness?”