Twenty-Three
Dallas
My eyes open as sunlight streams through the crack in the curtains, giving off shadows that dance across the room.
It’s been almost a week since we told Billie about Annabeth, and she’s been here ever since.
Billie insisted she “Sleepover so we could hang out all the time.” A naked Annabeth stirs in my arms, her pink hair tickling my chest as she squirms. My fingers trace loose circles across her skin, each one connected like an eternal figure-eight.
Her nose crinkles as her eyes flutter open to meet mine, and I’m instantly lost in her forest-coloured gaze.
“Good morning, Firefly.” My voice drips from my lips in a sleepy haze.
Annabeth snuggles into me, returning the circle patterns onto my chest with her fingers. Her touch sends ripples of pleasure through my body, everything she does has been perfectly curated to derail my extremely masculine facade. I crave this woman.
“Mornin,’ cowboy.”
“You snore, you know?” I tell her, placing a kiss atop her hair as I pull her into me.
“Speak for yourself. You’re a bloody freight train.” I tighten my hold on her, giggles erupting from her as she fights to be released.
Not a chance, baby girl.
I roll over her, pressing my body into hers, pinning her to the bed beneath me. Our limbs are entangled to the point of entrapment, and she looks fucking exquisite.
“You’re going to lay here, like a good girl, and do exactly as I say. Okay?”
“What if I don’t wanna?” she taunts in reply. Her hips grind against me, and I know damn well she wants to. So needy.
“Oh, little Firefly, I think we both know that’s not true.”
Her eyes dart towards my hardened cock pressed against her heat, her teeth sink into her lower lip, and a breathy moan escapes her sweet mouth.
Lowering myself to catch her lip between my teeth, I groan into her as I kiss her.
Our mouths move together in perfect tandem until her lips part enough for me to slip my tongue between them.
Hers eagerly meets mine and I can still taste myself on her from last night.
My cock throbs as she deepens the kiss, angling her bare pussy upwards to grant me better access – just one of the perks of sleeping naked.
I slip my hand between her legs, slowly teasing her opening as I circle her clit with my finger.
She writhes beneath me, desperate for more.
My forefinger meets my thumb, and I pinch the sweet pearl beneath my fingers, rolling it gently between them.
Every movement sends shivers through her body as laboured breaths make their way from her mouth.
“God, you are so fucking perfect,” I tell her between kisses.
“Dallas,” she moans, the sound a symphony to my ears.
Her hands grip my shoulders, the sting of her nails sinking into me only making me need to taste her more.
My tongue leaves her mouth, snaking a trail down between her breasts and over the softness of her belly until I reach her glistening cunt.
Annabeth’s back arches, her hips adjusting into the mattress to allow my arms room to slide beneath her thighs and pin her to me.
I grip her flesh, squeezing as I pull her forward and bury my face in her pussy.
My mouth suctions around her, her arousal flooding me as I plunge my tongue inside.
Her hips buck against my face. She tastes like my fucking downfall.
“Dallas. Jesus, fuck!” she screams.
Propping onto her elbows, she watches my every motion, her mouth watering as she gazes upon me feasting on her like she’s the last thing I’ll ever eat.
And by the graces of all that is holy, is that a glorious sight.
I don’t ease up. I’m going to stay here and devour my queen until either she’s a shaking mess, or I suffocate.
Sliding my finger to meet my tongue, I coax the entrance of her pussy.
Her walls clench as I plunge my finger inside her, then another, until she’s stretching around me.
One hand grips her thigh, the other works her sweet cunt.
I angle my thumb to press against her clit, allowing my tongue to dance across it in tandem.
She’s unravelling, her arousal filling my mouth as she takes all that I can give her – my girl is so beautiful stuffed full of me.
I take her clit between my teeth and bite down gently until she’s crying out my name, her body shuddering with pleasure until she collapses back onto the mattress.
I peel myself from her, only long enough to meet her mouth again before I lift her leg around my hip and sink myself into her tight heat.
I groan into her, my cock twitching inside her as she strangles me.
Thrusting into her feels like coming home.
I could stay here forever if she’d let me.
Our bodies mould together; she was made for me and it’s impossible to stay away from her.
I need this woman like I need to breathe.
I need her heart, her soul, and her sweet cunt. My god.
“Annabeth, baby. You take me so fucking well,” I growl as my pleasure builds.
She squeezes around me, milking me for all that I’m worth as I fuck her.
“Come for me, Dallas. Please.”
Her words are my undoing. My pace quickens, my hips driving forward in long, deep thrusts until I explode inside her. My queen.
We remain there, neither of us wanting to burst this bubble.
I roll back onto the bed, positioning myself so I can stare at her, her green eyes radiating in the morning sun.
My palm trails up the curve of her hip, gliding across her breasts until it snakes its way to her cheek.
I hold her face in my hand, my thumb drawing tiny lines across her jaw line.
“Firefly?”
“Yeah?”
“You are magnificent.”
She leans up and kisses me. It’s soft. A delicate kiss.
The kind of kiss I imagine you give your wife in the kitchen when you cook pancakes with your kids on a Sunday morning.
As we lay there, completely entangled, a strangely familiar feeling washes over me.
It’s sudden at first, building gradually inside until it hits me.
My heartbeat flutters in a way it hasn’t done in years.
I never thought I would allow myself to love another person, let alone allow someone to love me.
But laying here, with Annabeth smiling up at me, her pink hair still a mess, her cheeks flushed with the glow one can only achieve after an orgasm, her eyes twinkling back at me…
I know with one hundred percent certainty that I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
“I think I’m in trouble, Firefly.” Her brow furrows as she looks at me with an unspoken question. “I’m still starving.” Her giggle rings out through my bedroom, barely muffled by the pillow she’s hiding behind as I drag my tongue down her body for the second time this morning.
Smoke billows from the kitchen, the faint sound of laughter carrying through the hallway as Annabeth and I descend the staircase. Sweet aromas waft past me, making my stomach twist with hunger.
“Colson Northlane, get your ass over here and help me would you?” A soft, feminine voice echoes. A woman? With Colt? Surely not…
“Ell, have you always been so damn bossy?”
Annabeth halts, staring at me before she whispers, “Ell? As in Ella?”
I shrug, because her guess is just as good as mine, although, I find it hard to believe there’s another Ella.
“Uncle Colt, you dropped the eggs again!”
Annabeth and I enter the kitchen, and the vision before us can only be described as utter chaos.
Billie’s perched on the breakfast bar, covered head to toe in flour.
White powder cases her blonde curls, her overalls are completely dusted, and she’s wearing a smile on her face so big you’d think she just won the Nobel Prize.
Truthfully, I don’t even know what that is, but it sounds prestigious.
Ella looks much the same, only she’s standing over the oven and oddly resembles some kind of pin-up model turned witch toiling with her cauldron.
Her jeans have what appear to be cake batter all over them, her shirt has a giant tear in it, and her face has what I fucking pray is chocolate on it.
Colson – in true Colson form – looks handsomely put together aside from the collateral eggs on his boots.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on in here?” I ask.
“Daddy!” Billie squeals, throwing a tea-towel at me with a scowl on her face.
“Sorry, princess. But honestly, what in the heck are you three doing?”
“Ahh, well, we thought we’d make breakfast.” Ella flashes me an apologetic smile that meets her eyes as she shrugs. “We may have gotten carried away.”
“May have? It looks like a powdery crime scene in here,” Annabeth exclaims, her expression a mix of concern and intrigue.
No sooner do the words leave her mouth, the laughter erupts from the room.
Ella, Billie, and Annabeth all keel over in fits of hysterical girl giggles.
It’s infectious. I try to wrangle the women to no avail.
Billie launches herself at me from the breakfast bar, wrapping herself around my back like a koala, and almost strangling me in the process.
I’m getting too old for this. Colt dodges me as I run towards him – koala backpack in tow – like a bull out a gate.
I have no idea when Annabeth found a spatula, but she’s chasing me through the kitchen, slapping my ass like I’m a fucking prize thoroughbred, which Billie finds utterly hilarious.
Ella’s laughing so hard she’s collapsed in a floury heap on the floor.
I couldn’t tell you what happened to us in the time it took for Annabeth and me to interrupt this chaotic bake session, to us playing whatever insane game of horseback-koala this is, but I know in my heart that I’m right where I’m meant to be.
With my daughter, my brother, and my girls.
I do, however, make a mental note to ask Colt why Ella is in our kitchen at 8:45 am on a Sunday, but that’s for another day.