Chapter 9
Ginger
Dallas claims my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His beard and mustache are abrasive against my skin, and it makes me imagine that abrasiveness as a form of pleasure on other areas of my body.
“You’re so perfect,” he growls against my lips, sliding his hand lower to cup my ass and pull my core against his bulging cock.
I open my mouth to respond but he swallows my words with his lips, kissing them like he owns them. Fiery and urgent, like there’s no tomorrow. It makes me want to do seductive things to his body. It makes me want him to do the same to me.
I’m hooked. Craving the ferocity of his touch. Craving his tongue thrusting into my mouth. Craving release as my panties dampen with need.
He’s a driving force, a welcome onslaught and I would willingly beg for more. Beg for the wolf in him to tear free from the restraints of the gentleman and take me hard and fast until neither of us have the strength to move.
Suddenly, he stoops and sweeps his arm beneath the back of my knees, lifting me high, settling me against the strength of his chest. My heart beats harder and faster like I’ve just run a race.
I’ve always lived my life carefully thinking through every choice before I do anything. But this cowboy has thrown my carefulness out the window. He makes me want to act first and think later. He makes me want to be wild and wanton.
Dallas climbs the stairs to the bedroom. The ceiling is elevated making the space feel airy and wide open. The walls are log, the furniture rustic and a king-size bed is situated in the center below the skylight.
He gently deposits me on the edge of the bed. I’m thinking he’s going to join me, but he kneels at my feet and unties my shoes, sliding one off, then the next.
My socks follow and then to my shock, he kisses the soles of my feet. The warmth of his lips jolt me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m paying homage to the beautiful feet that brought you to me.”
My throat tightens and my wounded heart starts to wonder if it’s possible…if we could…
His fingers dance on my skin to my calves, disrupting my thoughts. Taking his time, he massages them. “Going up and down that ladder at the community center must have been wearying on your muscles.”
I’ve never felt so noticed by a man before. I don’t understand how he can be this dialed in to me. “It was,” I say.
Then I bite my lip to hold back a moan as squeezes my thighs. I like seeing the broad expanse of his hands there.
“This is where I’ll put my hands again later.”
“What…”
“I’ll grip you here while you’re riding me,” he explains. “I’ll watch you naked above me. I’ll watch as my cock goes into your sweet body. I’ll watch as you come.”
His words paint an image in my mind’s eye that my body is eager to enjoy right now.
He puts his fingers on the button of my jeans, toying with it. Tugging on it. “And this little button here is what I’ll use soon to uncover what I know I’ll treasure.”
My nipples harden.
His smile is knowing as his hands continue to travel up my body. He presses his palm flat across my abdomen.
“This is where you’ll carry our child thanks to the warm come I’ll pour into you when you’re ready for that someday.”
A small moan escapes my lips and I clamp them together.
His hands close over my breasts. If it’s this good while I’m fully clothed, once I’m naked, I don’t know how I’ll keep from disintegrating. I feel so hot I might turn into a pile of ash.
“These are a work of art. Just the right size. I can hardly wait to taste them.”
Dallas presses a kiss over the area of my heart. “My heart wants to join with yours just like my body wants to join with yours.”
His words reach through my lustful haze. I want to. But—
As if he can read my doubtful thoughts, Dallas says, “I’ll wait for your heart.” He kisses me hungrily and settles the full weight of his body on mine.
He pushes against my core and even through the thick roughness of his jeans, I can feel the hard bulge of his cock.
“Once I’m inside of you, forgive me if I wear out my welcome. I feel like I’ve wanted you forever.”
“You’re welcome here,” I say eagerly. “I want you.”
“I know you do and you can clearly tell that I want you.” He finds my erect nipple through my shirt and tugs on it. “But I want to make sure you’re very wet because I’m a big guy and don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” I don’t think I can hold back another minute. The need to have him in me is more than I can handle.
He nips my earlobe sending chills chasing through my body. “I wouldn’t be fine, darlin’, not if I gave you pain just because I was too selfish to take care of you and make sure your pussy is dripping wet.”
I grip his shirt wishing I had the strength to rip it from his body. “I’m wet and ready,” I say, breathless and needy.
“How can you be ready? I haven’t seen a single drop of come from you yet.”
“Dallas!” I groan, half-pleading, half-scolding.
He backs down my body until he reaches my waist, then he effortlessly lifts me from the bed, swinging us to our feet and holding me against him with one arm.
With the other hand, he flicks open the button of my jeans and eases down the zipper.
I try to shake my hips and get my pants off to speed things up, but he stops me.
“I will take care of everything.”
“Yes, but I’m a willing partner. Very willing and I want to get to the best part.”
“Darlin, I think all of this is the best part. Kissing you. Touching you. Holding you.” He puts his lips against my ear. “And then eating you until you’re empty.”
My legs weaken. “Please…”
“Yes, my love. You’ll be pleased, I guarantee it. Pleasing you is my goal.” He grins rakishly, then shimmies me out of my jeans.
I’m glad I wore a pair of cute panties though I am a little embarrassed that I’ve soaked through the material.
“Stand still,” he orders dropping to his knees and pushing the panties to one side. “So beautiful. So perfect.”
Heat flares through me when he touches the outside of my vagina. “I’m going to break apart,” I say, my voice as wobbly.
“Go ahead and break apart. I’ll catch every piece.” He grips my ass and pulls me to him, burying his face against my core.
I put my hands on his thick hair, weaving my fingers in the strands, and he looks up at me. While looking into my eyes, he runs two fingers through my fold.
I whimper, wanting to come so badly that I demand, “Take me right now.”
“I’m going to give it to you like you want.” He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes me back onto the bed. Then he rips my panties off with one hand.
“Yes, my wolf…” I say, trying to put the heels of my feet on the bed.
“No. Stay like this.”
“Why?”
“Because your wolf told you to.”
He is so damn hot and I’m burning up.
He spreads my legs wide and puts his face close. His beard touches my most sensitive space, and I let out a small moan.
Using his tongue, he touches my eager clit, and I almost scream his name. And then all I can do is clutch the blanket as he flicks as he pulls my clit into his mouth and suckles me.
I’m on fire. The bed is on fire. The world is on fire.
I try to speak to tell him how good that feels, but my words are jumbled.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” he says, pushing his tongue inside of me. He thrusts in and out rapidly, licking my clit with each stroke.
I buck my hips, and he presses his palm on my mound, holding me in place. Writhing, I pant and moan, calling his name on repeat.
He finds my G-spot and in a flash I’m heading for a wave of ecstasy. My muscles clench. My toes curl. I arch my back and come on a half-scream, half-sob, shuddering like my body is breaking apart. And it is. I’m undone. Wrecked and completely satiated.
I don’t even have the energy to cooperate as Dallas takes off my shirt and bra. He scoots me to the center of the bed, then removes his shirt.
He has muscles for days. Six pack abs. So well defined. He undoes his jeans. When he takes off his underwear and I see that big cock, I feel like I won the penis lottery. If there were such a thing. I just know I feel very lucky.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks reaching for his wallet.
“I am. Come inside me and try to wear out your welcome,” I tease.
He laughs, tosses aside his wallet and then joins me, positioning himself between my legs. “If I do anything that you’re not comfortable with, let me know.”
“You won’t. I just want to feel you in—” I suck in a breath when the tip of his cock enters me because if feels so damn good.
“Do you want it slow and easy?” He asks as his cock partially enters and stretches me.
“No. I want you to forget about being a gentleman and fuck me wild.”
“Ah. This relates to your earlier reference about a wolf?”
My face heats. “Um…”
“Whatever fantasies you’ve got darlin, let me know and I’ll deliver,” he says, taking both my hands in one of his. He raises them above my head, pinning my arms to the mattress. “Your wolf man is here,” he teases.
“Dallas—” His name is all I have time to say before he plunges inside me all the way to the base of his cock.
To be this full feels so fucking good. “Yes…like that…”
“This is what you wanted?”
“Yes…yes….”
He pistons in and out, fucking me like a machine and I love it. With him, I feel protected. Desired.
“Let me see you come again,” he says.
“I don’t know if I can—”
“I said come again,” he growls, covering my mouth with his. He shifts, angling his cock to touch my swollen flesh.
I come on a loud, hoarse cry of relief.
As I’m coming, his hips slam into me, driving his big cock deeper. My name crosses his lips as he spills into me. “I knew it would be good between us,” he groans and shudders pumping until he’s empty. Then his body relaxes on mine.
We rest that way for a few minutes while our breathing slows. I like the heavy feel of Dallas on top of me and tell him to stay there, but he rolls over, taking me with him so now I’m the one on top.
“I see it,” he says.
“See what?”
“The doubts. The what-have-I-done fear. It’s in your eyes.”
“It’s not you,” I want to explain, but don’t know exactly where to start.
This patient, kind and sexy cowboy smooths my hair back. “Take your time, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere.”
His encouragement is a key that unlocks my past. “I was engaged before,” I say. And like a dam bursting, the words start pouring, spilling out the hurts held in my heart. “He left me at the alter on Christmas Day.”
“What a fucking third level asshole,” Dallas barks out, his brows drawing into a dark scowl.
“He is. Everyone was there,” I whisper. “And it was supposed to be a fairytale wedding. I was in my beautiful dress and tiara…” I close my eyes. I can still see that day clearly, still smell the scent of the flowers.
I’m not aware that tears are running down my face until Dallas wipes them away. “My beautiful, sweet Ginger…”
“I didn’t know he wasn’t going to show up. That’s how na?ve I was. At first, I thought he was just running late, you know. That something happened. Like a car accident or whatever.” I squeeze my lips together, fighting back the urge to sob.
“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m here.”
He wraps his arms tightly around me. Against the comfort of his chest, I say, “I found out the truth when I started searching my phone. I checked his social media and there…there was a picture he’d taken of me at the beach.
It was so unflattering and he…he’d captioned it Where I was with a whale emoticon after the words.
There were so many hateful comments about me from strangers and memes too… ”
“He better hope he never crosses my path. I will beat his ass.” Dallas rubs his hand in circles on my back, and I feel the tension in his body from his anger.
“I kept scrolling,” I continue. “And found that…that…along with my photo, he’d posted one of himself with his arm around my best friend at the same beach. She was in a bikini, and he’d captioned it Where I am now. People were praising her and congratulating him.” I pause to draw in a breath.
“That fucker never deserved you and that woman was never a friend.”
“I know. But to me worse than any of that was knowing how much my dad sacrificed for the wedding. Later that night, I heard him talking to a picture of my late mom and he cried about my heartache. That’s what broke me the most.”
As soon as I finish sharing what I went through, I cry hard.
I cry for the tender-hearted woman I used to be.
The one who thought everyone was a good person.
The one who trusted love only to have her heart stomped on.
I cry over the betrayal by my friend. Over the cruelty from my ex and over the ugly comments by people who don’t even know me.
Dallas holds me through it until my tears slow, then eventually stop.
Embarrassed after sharing how na?ve I was back then, I pull myself together and scoot to the edge of the bed.
The mattress shifts and his arms close around me, pulling me back against his warm chest.
“Give me your doubts. The things you fear. Give me your broken pieces. Everything that hurt you. I’ll restore your faith. My love will be the glue that rebuilds those broken pieces. I’ll pour it over you, and it’ll fill every crack.”
The tears start again and I sniff.
He gives me a gentle squeeze. “I’ll make you happy for the rest of your life. I’ll protect you and provide for you. I’ll be a good father to our children, a good son to your father.”
“Dallas,” I whisper, needing him to know that the reason I’m scared to be together isn’t because of him.
I don’t know how to overcome what I experienced.
“I lost my mom. Then I lost my fiancé and even though he was a jerk, it’s still a loss.
So, I want to believe in what you’re saying but…
” This man is like a dream come true. And I’ve learned that dreams don’t come true.
That love is love until it isn’t. “I’m sorry. ”
“It’s okay, darlin’. It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I haven’t made you believe enough in me yet. I’ll work harder for you to have faith in me. And now I’m going to do something I’m reluctant to do.”
I turn my face toward him. “What?”
“I’m going to help you put your clothes on, but I’d rather keep them off you.”
I laugh and stand to gather my clothes and pass his to him. “Like I said before. You’re a good guy, Dallas.”
“You’re only saying that because you’ve had my big cock and you’re a fan. Next, you’ll be wanting an autograph.” He heaves a sigh. “It’s hard to have a good dick like mine.”
I laugh again. “I should go and finish what I need to do so I can take a shower in time for the party.”
He captures my hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “I know you were hired to plan and set it all up but are you sure you have to be there?”
It’s not hard to read his mind.
I gently push on his shoulder. “I don’t have to be there, but I should.” If I stay with him, my foolish heart might urge me to take a chance. And if I do that, there’s no guarantee that something bad won’t happen.