5. Dallas #2
“You scared me,” I said. “You scared the shit out of me, Char.”
She let out a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. Her hands were still fisted in the front of my shirt. I had noticed. I didn’t say anything.
I cupped the back of her neck and brought her face up to mine and kissed her.
Not soft. Not the way a man kissed a woman he was trying to comfort.
The way a man kissed a woman he’d been going out of his mind over.
She made a small sound against my mouth, surprise and something warmer underneath it, and then her hands uncurled from my shirt and slid up my chest and she kissed me back just as hard.
“Dallas,” she breathed against my mouth.
“Deac went down twenty minutes ago,” I said. “Gauge just checked on you and left. Nobody’s coming.”
She pulled back just far enough to look at me. Those wet eyes steady now. Decided.
I ripped her shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra in one motion, and her tits spilled free into my waiting palms. I kneaded them, rolling her puckered nipples between my fingers until she arched into my hands and moaned softly.
I ducked my head and sucked one between my teeth, feeling her fingers thread into my hair and yank.
“Dallas,” she gritted out.
I lapped my tongue across her nipple. “Mm?”
“Don’t tease me right now. I swear to God.”
I chuckled against her skin as I worked her jeans off her hips. She lifted for me and I yanked them down her legs and took her panties with them. I stood back and looked at her, spread out on that kitchen table with her chest heaving and her thighs pressed together.
“Look at you,” I murmured.
She tried to close her legs. I wedged myself between them before she got the chance.
I reached down and stroked two fingers straight up her slit and felt how wet she already was, and my dick throbbed behind my zipper.
“Daddy’s sweet girl,” I growled low. “So ready for me.”
Her breath hitched. “Dallas?—”
I circled my fingers around her swollen clit and watched her eyes flutter.
I pressed in slow circles, feeling her hips roll up against my hand as her thighs tried to clamp around my wrist. I held them apart with my forearm and kept going until her head fell back and her nails dug into the table beneath her.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Fuck. Dallas. Don’t stop.”
“You gonna be a good girl for me?” I murmured as I dipped two fingers inside her, curling upward until I found that spot that made her cry out.
“Yes,” she said immediately. “Yes. Daddy, yes. Please.”
I worked her with my fingers until her thighs were shaking and her pussy was dripping down my knuckles. She was close. I could feel it in the fluttering of her walls, the desperate rolling of her hips.
I pulled my fingers out.
“Dallas!” she choked.
I sucked my fingers clean and watched her face while I did it. “Tell me you want it.”
Her chest heaved. She stared at me like she was half a second from committing a crime. “I want it,” she gritted. “I want it, please, Daddy, please just?—”
I spread her wide with my palms and put my mouth on her.
She cried out into her fist to muffle the sound and I growled against her pussy as her thighs locked around my head.
I lapped at her clit, sucking it between my lips, working my tongue in tight circles until she was writhing against my face and whimpering my name.
I slid two fingers back inside her and crooked them upward and felt her whole body seize.
“Daddy,” she sobbed. “Daddy, I’m gonna—I’m gonna?—”
I sucked harder.
Her orgasm crashed over her with a full-body shudder, her pussy clamping around my fingers as her juices flooded my palm.
I worked her through every last second of it, lapping her down as her hips bucked and her thighs trembled around me.
By the time I pulled back she was boneless against the table.
I stood up and undid my belt.
Her heavy eyes tracked the movement. “Get up here,” she said, rough and breathless.
I lined myself up at her entrance and sank in slow. Her mouth fell open, her back arching off the table as I bottomed out against her hips. She was so goddamn tight. So hot and wet and perfect around me that I had to squeeze my eyes shut and breathe for a second before I lost my mind entirely.
“Dallas,” she managed. “Oh God. Move. Please.”
I drew back and drove into her, and she yelped and dug her nails into my forearms. I set a punishing pace, watching her tits bounce with every thrust, watching her face go slack and blissed out as her pussy took me in over and over.
The sounds of skin on skin filled the kitchen.
I hooked my arm under her knee and pushed it up, driving deeper, and felt her gasp turn into a full moan she barely managed to swallow.
“Quiet, sweet girl,” I growled. “Unless you want an audience.”
She slapped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes rolled back.
I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit, working it in tight circles while I fucked her, and felt her walls start fluttering around me within seconds.
“Come on,” I gritted. “Give me another one. I know you’ve got it.”
“Daddy,” she whimpered against her palm. “Daddy. Yes. Right there. Don’t you dare—don’t you dare?—”
I drove into her harder, my thumb working her clit without mercy, and felt her shatter.
Her pussy clamped down around me like a vice and she buried her face against her arm to muffle the sound, her whole body shaking as she milked me dry.
I followed her over with my jaw locked and my hips buried to the hilt, spilling into her with a low groan pressed into the crook of her neck.
We stayed there for a moment. Her legs hooked around my waist. The kitchen quiet around us except for our breathing.
She started straightening herself up and I helped her, handing back her clothes. By the time she turned around she looked almost like herself again.
Almost.
“Dallas,” she said.
I looked at her.
“Thank you.” Her voice was quiet. Just for me. “For not making a thing of it.”
I reached out and tucked a strand of hair back from her face. “Anytime, sweet girl.”
By the time Gauge and Deac filtered back into the kitchen, the stove was handled and the smell of food was starting to fill the room.
Then she collapsed back into me. “Why is she doing this? Why is she tracking me down like this? What the fuck does she want?”
“We were honestly hoping you could answer that for us,” Deac said as he came into the kitchen.
“I got the stove,” Gauge said as he strode for the food.
“You thirsty, Char?” Rat asked.
She sniffled. “No thanks.”
“Need a tissue?” Deadlock asked.
She wiped her face against my shirt. “I’m good.”
That made the guys chuckle, but I just nuzzled my nose along her skin.
I placed her head into the crook of my neck and stood there as she propped herself up against me.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there. I wasn’t sure how long it took Gauge to finish all of that food.
But by the time the dining room table was set, and the guys all stood at their seats, Char managed to dry those tears so we could sit with them.
Sitting and eating, like a proper family.
“Char?” Deac asked.
“Give her some space,” I said curtly.
She shook her head, though. “It’s okay. I know I need to tell you guys what happened.”
“Whenever you’re ready. There’s no rush,” Gauge said.
She leaned back against her chair. “Did someone make a plate for Dr. Agemon?”
“Dr. Who?” Mace asked.
“I’ll make him up one if he’s still around,” Plug said as he wiped at his mouth.
“Good, because he’s too skinny for his own good,” Char said as she slowly turned toward Mace. “You mean to tell me you’ve got a doctor on payroll, and you don’t even know his name?”
Plug got up and went into the kitchen just as our doctor-on-call poked his head around the corner. “They pay me three times my hourly rate when they need me. It’s not important that they know my name.”
She looked over at him. “Well it’s important to me, so let Plug make you a plate before you head out.”
The doctor nodded at her. “How’s the food settling? Anything coming up?”
“Nope,” Deac said as he shoveled more into his face.
“Why would I struggle? I wasn’t the one that was drugged,” Char said as she went to stand.
“Stress can do a lot to the body. Dallas?” the doctor asked.
I shook my head. “Not even a rumbly gut.”
Char tossed her napkin onto the table. “I’m gonna go see if Plug needs any help.”
He immediately stuck his head around the corner and pointed at her. “I’ve got his plate, you sit and eat.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“He’s sure,” I said as I patted her knee underneath the table. “You sit and eat.”
“Doctor’s orders,” Dr. Agemon said.
“Here you go,” Plug said as he came out with a to-go tray and a bottle of water for our doctor.
“Thank you,” Dr. Agemon said. “Now as for you two, if you experience any headaches, lightheadedness, nausea, muscle pangs, or anything that seems off, you call me immediately. Understood?”
“Loud and clear, Doc,” Deac said with a full mouth.
“You’ll be our first call,” Char said.
“Good,” Dr. Agemon said, “then I’ll take my leave. Take care of yourselves, okay?”
“Thanks for your help,” I said.
“Anytime, gentlemen! Anytime,” he said as he walked off.
And when we were sure we heard the front door close behind him, Deac put down his fork and set his sights on Char.
“Now, start from the beginning, beautiful. What happened after she drugged me and Dallas?” he asked.