Chapter 11
11
WILOW
Holy shit. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life. My entire body is pulsing with an energy I didn’t know existed until Dallas. The way he rides my body is godlike, and I’ve already cum more in my life than I’ve ever done before.
“Dallas,” I groan when he pulls out of my throbbing center, ready to beg him to keep going.
Before I can ask why he stopped, he has my body flipped over and my belly pressed against the mattress. He positions my knees so they’re on the bed. The force of him entering me shoves my face into the satin sheets forcefully, but the pleasure overrides the sudden intrusion of him filling me.
His fingers deftly jerk the blindfold off my face and toss it away before Dallas’ cock slides in and out of my body. Even in this position, it makes me wonder if he’s a fucking God. I’ve never felt something so transcendent in my life. He pushes his hand around my hip and strums my swollen clit like a goddamn master, making my body quake.
“Tell me you’re close.” His heated breath against my neck sends shivers throughout my body. “Because I need to fill this pussy, and I won’t do it unless you come with me.”
His dirty words are my undoing. My entire body seizes with the most powerful orgasm, and there’s little I can do to stop the scream that rips from my lips. Dallas quickens his thrusts, his arms tightening around me as his hand dips between my legs, and he fingers where he slips in and out. His release is nearly as powerful, and I’m shocked we stay upright.
“Jesus,” he whispers, “Willow… that…”
“I know.” I collapse forward on my elbows, his dick softening inside me. “I’ve never had anything like this, Dallas. Is it always like that for you?”
“Not even close.” He slips out of me and moves toward the chest of drawers against the wall. “Don’t move. I’ll clean you up as best I can, then we’ll head home.”
“Okay.” I stretch out on my stomach, relishing the feel of the silky sheets against my blazing-hot skin.
Dallas quickly wipes himself off and slips his boxers and pants back on. He sits on the edge of the bed and proceeds to wipe off the remnants of our coupling. As he wipes between my legs, reality sets in.
“Shit, Dallas… we didn’t use protection.”
“I’m clean.” Dallas brushes his hand across the back of my leg. “I don’t ever have sex without a condom.”
“I’m not necessarily worried about that… I mean, I’m clean too, but Dallas.” I roll over and sit up. “I’m not on anything right now. When we moved out here, I stopped getting my shots. I’m sorry I should have told you.”
“Hey.” He pulls my ankle, drawing my body into his lap. “It’s nothing to stress about. I know this is fast, Willow, but you’re it for me. You and Juniper have burrowed into my heart, and I don’t intend to let either of you go. In fact, let's get you dressed so we can go home.” He helps me to my feet and pulls me against his chest.
“You’re mine, Willow.” He leans down and grabs my dress off the floor. He helps me into my panties and watches as I slip my arms through the straps of the matching bra. After getting my dress back on, Dallas leads me out of the room, his fingers tightly wrapped in mine.
“Sir.” Carlos approaches, and I know the blush covering my skin is visible, but he says nothing, sparing me from the slight embarrassment. “Miss Prince was removed as you requested, but she made some idle threats I thought you should be made aware of.”
“Okay.” Dallas waits, but Carlos glances my way. Seeing his expression, Dallas grunts. “Carlos, Willow is no wallflower. I can assure you whatever Clarissa said is nothing she can’t handle.”
“She made several loud remarks about Miss Rivers, then threatened to ruin her for taking what was hers.”
Dallas laughs, the sound making me jump. “Her first mistake is thinking I was ever hers. What exactly did she say about Willow? Any direct threats or just a bunch of bullshit?”
“She ah…” Carlos shifts nervously on his feet. “She referred to Willow as a whore, and that you’re only using her for her pussy. She made comments about going to your house and letting all the people who live near you know that you’re a tramp who steals boyfriends.”
I can’t stifle the laugh. “If she thinks that makes me quake with fear, she’s dumber than I thought.”
Carlos rubs the back of his head. “I told her that she’d best think twice about that because that would make Mr. Nash run even farther away from her. That woman is unhinged, but I don’t think she’s a problem. I just wanted you two to know in case she does do something.”
“Thanks, Carlos.” Dallas dips his chin, “Let me know if she shows back up here. Hopefully, she’ll realize what we had was nothing more than a quick fuck.”
I can’t help but cringe at his crass words. Carlos tosses a sympathetic glance my way, but I force a smile.
“Thank you for dealing with her.”
“You’re welcome, Miss Rivers.”
“Wait here, Willow. I’m going to let Calli know we’re leaving.”
I watch as he walks toward the bar where Calli is chatting up a member. Carlos clears his throat, making me turn my gaze to him.
“Excuse me for stickin’ my nose where it probably don’t belong, but I think you should know that he’s different with you, ma’am.”
“Different, how?” I glance back at Dallas briefly.
“Less… grumpy for one. But the way he looks at you… I’ve never seen him look at another woman that way. And as much as I hate to say this, Mr. Nash has been with plenty of women. What you two have is something I thought he’d never let himself have. You’re good for him, Miss Rivers.”
“Please, Carlos. You can call me Willow or Will. I think we’ve worked together long enough to lose the formalities.”
“Will?” He blinks in confusion.
I can't help but chuckle at his expression. “My dad wanted a boy… unfortunately, he didn’t get one either try. He always called me Will growing up, and most of my friends defaulted to that as well.”
“I see.” Dallas joins us again, “Well, if you two need anything, you know how to find me. Good night, Mr. Nash… Will.”
Dallas turns to watch him walk off, “Did he just call you Will?”
“Yep. That’s what friends call me, Dallas.”
He pulls me against his chest and tips my head up to stare him in the eyes.
“I will never call you that, Willow. Your name is too beautiful, like you, to be shortened.” He presses his lips to mine in a quick kiss. “Let’s get home and see how Little Bit is doing.”
The car ride to the house is quick, but as soon as we get closer to my house, the hairs on my neck seem to stand as if being electrified. Dallas also seems on edge, making my hackles go haywire. As we make the final turn onto my street, I notice two things at once.
The first is that the house is dark, which isn’t always unusual, but lately, we’ve asked Kara to keep at least one light on. Second is the odd car parked against the curve near Daniel’s, the bodyguard his brother hired.
As Dallas pulls into the driveway, he kills the engine and turns toward me. “Stay here while I see whose car that is.”
“Nope. No way. I’m coming with you.” I climb from the seat before he can argue and meet him around the backside.
There are moments in my life I wish I could go back and do—this is one of them. The moment we near the vehicle, it’s clear a woman is still inside. My body stiffens at the sight, and I clutch Dallas’s arm.
“What the fuck? Is that Clarissa?”
Suddenly, he stops, his eyes widening in shock. I follow his gaze and gasp. There, slumped in the driver's seat, is Clarissa. Her lifeless eyes stare blankly ahead. Blood stains her blouse, a dark, spreading pool beneath her. The sight is horrifying, and for a moment, I can't move, my mind struggling to process the scene before me.
Dallas snaps into action, his voice sharp and urgent. "Willow, get to the car and call the cops. Now!"
His command is clear, but I barely register it, my legs moving on autopilot as I take a step forward, my gaze locked on Clarissa's vacant eyes.
"Willow!" Dallas's voice breaks through my stupor, but instead of retreating to the safety of our car, I find myself propelled forward by a surge of adrenaline. Ignoring Dallas's frantic protests, I rush through the yard, my feet pounding against the grass, the cold night air stinging my face. Every instinct screams at me to get to Juniper, despite the risk. I reach the steps and take them two at a time, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
The front door looms ahead, slightly ajar, and a terrible sense of dread washes over me. I push it open, the hinges creaking ominously, and step inside. The scene that greets me is like something out of a nightmare. The bodyguard, Daniel, lies sprawled on the floor. His usually imposing frame is now disturbingly still, a dark stain spreading across his shirt. His eyes are closed, and I can't tell if he's still breathing.
"Daniel!" I scream, dropping to my knees beside him. My hands tremble as I reach out, pressing my fingers to his neck in search of a pulse. There's a faint, irregular throb, and I let out a shaky breath of relief.
Dallas bursts through the door, his face a mask of fear and fury. "Willow, I told you to stay in the car!" he shouts, but his anger quickly dissolves into concern as he sees Daniel. He drops to his knees beside me, his hands moving expertly to check the wound. "Stay here. I need to look for Juniper and Kara," he says, his voice steady despite the chaos. “Sweetheart, please, I need you to call the police.”
Hearing his words, I take the phone from his outstretched hand. “Please… where’s Juniper?”
“I’ll find her. Keep pressure on his chest, baby.”
I lean into Daniel’s wound as I dial 911. “There's been a shooting. Two people are down. We need an ambulance… now! Please… oh my God… where’s my baby? Dallas!” I scream, completely oblivious to the operator’s questions.
Part of me wants to follow after Dallas, but I don’t. Daniel doesn’t deserve to be left to die. And deep down, I know Juniper is gone. Whoever did this took her. I close my eyes and pray Kara isn’t dead, too. I can’t live with myself if she’s gone because of the danger I brought to her doorstep.
“Willow.” Dallas drops beside me, an unconscious Kara in his arms. “She’s alive. I think they hit her with something. Her head is bleeding.”
“Juniper?” I whimper.
He shakes his head, fury radiating off him in waves. His anger is so palpable, it's nearly suffocating. Tears blur my vision as I look at Kara's limp form. I press my hand against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin, a small sign of life.
"Why?" I say, my voice trembling.
“I don’t know, baby, but we’ll find out who did this,” Dallas answers, his jaw clenched tight. “I promise.”
I glance down at Daniel, who still remains unconscious. His breathing is shallow, and the bleeding seems to have slowed some. My mind races with fear and guilt. How could this have happened? How could I have brought this danger to those I care about?
The sound of sirens in the distance is a small comfort, but it does little to ease the terror gripping my heart. I squeeze Dallas's hand, drawing strength from his presence.
"We'll find her," I whisper, more to myself than to him.