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MARIAH

T here are two crinkles beside Dallas's warm brown eyes that render a softness to his chiseled face. He's handsome, quiet, but interesting. We start blending flavors with the bottle of vodka when Chase's voice cracks through the air from the radio. Fortunately, it's an update on the sound we heard outside—just a few branches that fell.

After pouring shots of vodka into some glasses, we hold them up to one another.

Dallas toasts first. "Cheers to a sweeter-than-ice cream stranger for taking pity on a father and his kid."

My cheeks warm from his adoration. I nod and clink our glasses before adding my own toast. "And cheers to you two for not being aliens looking to abduct me."

That melts his fading grumpy disposition into laughter. The way his face lights up when joy overcomes him is such a wholesome thing to witness. Yet, it doesn't diminish his hard-lined features. The squareness of his jaw, when it sets into a half-cocked grin, sets my heart on fire.

"Yes," he agrees between chuckles. "Cheers to us not being aliens. I can't believe I've been working in Cincinnati all this time and not once did we ever cross paths."

"Well, the shop keeps me pretty busy. I don't head into Cincinnati unless I'm meeting up with friends or going out to eat. What do you do again?"

"I own a private security firm specializing in protecting individuals and sometimes their property."

"That sounds like it can get pretty dangerous." My eyes glance over to the gun case before shifting back to him.

"It can be. My last gig just wrapped up. I was in charge of protecting a musician's daughter. But she just left for college and wanted to travel."

My gaze unintentionally shifts upward to where Frankie's asleep.

Dallas nods as he mouths another spoonful of ice cream. "The family didn't want me to uproot Frankie, and I agreed. This weekend was supposed to be the kickoff to me having some much-needed time off."

"How much time off were you thinking about taking?"

He shrugs and holds out a spoonful for me. I let the subtle flavors dance on my tongue, closing my eyes, but the slight flickering of the cabin's lights force my eyes back open.

"What now?" I groan just as the lights snap off and stay off.

"Power's out." He flicks the light switch up and down. "Where's the fuse box?"

I shrug. "It might be outside. I'm not sure, but we can call Chase to find out."

It doesn't take long to get a hold of my sister and Chase. They tell us to stay inside like the guests we're supposed to be and let them worry about the power. It's going to be a few hours, so Dallas and I decide to take the vodka and our favorite flavors of ice cream to eat by the fire.

Conversation and laughter flow easily in front of the flickering flames, highlighting Dallas’s chiseled features. I find myself licking my lips and tossing my hair over my shoulder. The liquor is dropping our shields, and we end up sitting on the floor, surrounded by pillows and blankets.

"Here, let me get that for you." Dallas reaches over with his thumb to gently wipe away a drop of ice cream on the corner of my mouth. My pussy instantly clenches, and my mouth moves like it has a mind of its own, taking his thumb between my lips. I let my tongue swirl around it, drawing out a low hum from deep in his throat.

"Fuck," he hisses and pulls his thumb out of my mouth. However, before I can apologize for caving to my fantasies, Dallas guides me by the chin and lifts my face to his. The warmth of his mouth capturing mine mingles with the cold sensation left on my tongue by the ice cream.

It seems we're both leaning into our desires as we grab at one another. Our tongues waltz, and our bodies move as if we're never going to see each other again. I'm sure that won't be the case, but if tonight's all we have, I want to enjoy every moment.

We pull away. Shock in our eyes melts away with the growing lust between us.

"Shh," I warn him, my eyes darting upward. Dallas nods, holding his index finger up to his lips before hooking it back and forth to beckon me back to him.

The idea of keeping quiet, fighting not to be loud, only drives us to embrace more passionately. It's like a sexual demon is possessing us, but the ripples of pleasure remind me that it's been too long since I've felt the rough touch of sexual anticipation.

The kiss leads to groping and then to lying on the pile of blankets. We toss a blanket over us to muffle our noises as Dallas slides his hand into my sweatpants to find my center. I reach into his to grab his shaft. Our hands move in unison, with me stroking his shaft while he glides two fingers inside of me.

He pulls his fingers out of me to suck on them, moaning and whispering, "You taste so good."

Dallas gasps like he's about to dive underwater. He moves under the blanket. One of his hands reaches up to cup my mouth shut while his mouth envelops my clit. There's a slight tug, pull, slide, and suckling rhythm to Dallas's mouth as he works my pussy into an erotic frenzy.

My hips roll and buck against his face. My moans try to escape from behind his hand, but I help Dallas by using a pillow to bite through the onslaught of orgasms he's pulling out of me. I'm practically whimpering with every swipe of his tongue. When he slides his fingers back inside of me to assist his mouth, I'm ready to inhale the pillow just to keep my mouth shut.

I finally pull the pillow off my face to get some air and beg, "Please, I need to feel you inside of me."

Dallas obliges as he rubs the tip of his cock at my entrance before pushing himself inside. My walls expand and contract around each inch. He slams his mouth over mine, his thrusts increasing their pace. I'm not sure how much the blanket's helping to silence the sounds of our bodies crashing together.

I reach up to run my fingers through his hair and stroke the side of his face as I whisper, "You have to take it easy. You'll make me scream."

"Scream for ice cream?" He quips with a smirk and a powerful thrust that forces me to clamp my own hand over my mouth. I can see the delight in his eyes with a flash of mischief.

"Don't," I warn him in a hushed tone, still cracking a smile.

Dallas pulls out and drives his cock inside my walls with bliss-inducing power that makes me clench around his thickness.

I slam both hands over my mouth while Dallas holds my thighs as far apart as he can. The weight of his palms holding them in place hardens my nipples and makes me wet and ready for more. Dallas pounds into my walls without restraint.

My orgasm comes and comes and comes.

Dallas holds my gaze, our eyes locking and both traveling down the center of our bodies to see the bright flames lighting my glistening essence covering his cock. He slows down to watch every inch move in and out of my pussy. The abrupt change in pace draws another climax out of me to the point where my thighs shake.

Dallas releases his grip and lowers himself closer to me. The quiet strokes of his dick rolling in and out of my walls practically bring a tear to my eye.