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CHAPTER 43

EMILY

I don’t even make it through the front door before I’m wrapped into an embrace so tight, I can barely breathe.

The woman pulls back and gets a good look at me, shrieking with happiness as she gushes, “Oh, my goodness, look at you!” She cups my cheeks, squeezing them. “You’re so stinkin’ gorgeous!”

Glancing sideways to see Dallas standing there just watching on with a grin, I feel my cheeks turn bright red.

“Momma, you’re gonna give her whiplash,” a female chastises half-heartedly, pulling Dallas’s mom, Joy, off me, and I look at the pretty red head now standing in front of me, offering her a thankful smile.

“I’m Millie. Dallas’s sister.” She gives her mother a sidelong glance as she continues, “You’ll have to excuse my mother. She really wants grandchildren, and you’re the first girl either of my brothers have brought home in like…” She trails off, glancing up in consideration before meeting my eyes again. “Well, ever.”

Millie pulls me in for a slightly less constricting hug, whispering in my ear, “He really loves you.”

I pull back and meet her eyes, something passing between us before she steps back and allows Dallas to swoop in .

“Where’s Dad?” Dallas asks, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me in close.

“He’s washing up before supper.” Dallas’s mom winks at me. “Why don’t you take Emily upstairs, get her settled in, and we’ll eat in about twenty minutes.”

Dallas squeezes my hip and guides me up the staircase, and as we reach the landing, I glance over the balustrade to see Joy and Millie watching us with identical smiles, which is kind of creepy but also a little sweet because I can see just how much they adore Dallas, and they’re obviously happy to see him bring someone home.

Dallas holds my hand and leads me down the hall. We pass a couple of doors before stopping at the one at the end. He glances over his shoulder at me, flashing a mischievous grin as he opens the door to reveal a bedroom. Stepping over the threshold, I pause, taking it all in. Plaid wallpaper on the walls, ice hockey posters, band posters, movie posters, a big bed with a navy comforter, a collection of cowboy hats hanging on hooks by the door.

“This is your room,” I say, turning to see Dallas walk in behind me.

He pauses, quirking a brow. “Yeah?”

“I’m staying in your room?” I question incredulously.

His eyebrows knit together. “I mean… yeah?” He thumbs back to the door he just closed. “Unless you wanna go bunk in with my folks?”

I balk.

He chuckles, hands finding my hips and pulling me flush against him.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, ducking down and capturing my lips with his.

I moan at the feel of his tongue pushing inside of my mouth, his hands trailing down my waist and hips before moving around and cupping my ass. He squeezes me, forcing me closer, and when I feel his length press up against my stomach, I gasp into our kiss.

“You have no idea how hard my dick has been since that kiss in the airport,” he utters against my lips. “Driving thirty minutes with a boner while you moaned in your sleep right next to me is not something I recommend.”

I smile, but then when he crouches a little and hikes me up off the floor so I have nowhere to go but around him, I pull back, gawking at him as he carries me through an open door and into a bathroom that smells of Dallas’s spicy scent and makes me dizzy with lust.

“Dallas, we can’t—” I hiss. “Not with everyone downstairs.”

“It’s cute you think they care, Goldie.” He laughs softly, pecking my lips. “Newsflash: I’m a twenty-six-year-old who, up until a couple months ago, was quite the ladies’ man. This might come as a surprise to you but…” He lowers his voice to a stage whisper as he says, “They know I’m not a virgin.”

I stare, deadpan, and he just chuckles again, moving in and kissing me once more.

“Well, I’m not comfortable with this,” I mutter against his lips. “I’m not about to go down and sit across for your mom over supper after screaming your name .”

“So then be quiet…” Dallas whispers as he places me onto the bathroom countertop.

Reaching in to turn on the shower, he moves back to me, smirking deviously before peppering kisses downwards and attaching his lips to the spot at the base of my neck that immediately makes my toes curl.

I sigh, opening my thighs and pulling him closer, my head tipping sideways to allow him better access because I’m a weak, weak woman.

“There she is,” he murmurs against my skin.

Within moments, Dallas and I are both naked, and he holds my hand, walking me into the steaming shower. The steady flow of hot water hitting my back is everything I didn’t know I needed after a day of work and then travel, and I close my eyes, tipping my head back and basking in the feel of being fully consumed by Dallas, his lips and tongue exploring every part of me as he sinks lower and lower.

“You gonna be quiet, baby?” Dallas asks, looking up at me from his knees. And holy shit, he looks like a dream come true. Wet hair slicked back, water droplets falling from his thick lashes and streaming in rivulets down his face. Hard, perfect body all wet and glorious. Dick standing at attention that he works in long, lazy strokes. My thighs go weak at the sight of him there, at my feet.

“Yes,” I whisper, raking my nails through his hair.

“Sit.” He orders, indicating the small, tiled bench behind me. “Spread those legs and show me that perfect fucking pussy.”

I sit down and do as he says, and when his gaze settles on my slick center, he mutters something unintelligible, holding my thighs open with one hand as his other hand spreads me apart.

“Shit, baby,” he utters, darkening eyes glancing up at me. “So pretty and pink. And all mine.”

Dallas lifts my leg, guiding my foot to rest on his shoulder, winking at me before moving in, and when I feel his mouth close over me, I breathe out hard, my head falling back against the tile as bliss tears through me.

There is nothing sweet about what Dallas is doing to me. It’s feral. His mouth, tongue, teeth, and lips taking everything they can. Eating me like a man starved. He’s unbridled, like he can’t get enough of me, and through hazy eyes and heavy lids, I do all I can to watch because it’s deliciously filthy and only drives me even crazier with need.

When he sucks on my clit and meets my eyes, my back arches and my thighs clamp around his head. My nails tear through his hair, fingers tugging at the wet locks, and he likes that, growling against me.

“Shit, Dallas,” I whimper, biting down hard on my bottom lip because I’m so close, barely hanging on, right there on the edge.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, his tongue licking me from my ass all the way up, with firm strokes up and down, up and down as his thumb circles my clit. “You need it, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” I nod frantically, desperate for whatever he’s going to give me.

When he slides two fingers inside, hitting me deep, I slap a hand over my mouth, biting down on my palm as a scream tears up the back of my throat. Curling his fingers and rubbing up against my G-spot, I think I black out for at least a few seconds.

“I love the way your cunt clenches around my fingers,” he whispers through a low, rumbling groan. “So fucking tight and needy.” He lavishes my clit with kitten licks, so soft and feathery, teasing me while his fingers give me all the pressure I need.

“Yes, right there,” I gasp out.

“Right there?” He looks up at me, a revered smile ghosting his lips as he watches while he gives me exactly what he knows I need. “You gonna be a good fucking girl and come for me, Goldie?”

“Oh my God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck…” I grip what I can, holding onto the wet wall, feeling the world around me start to shift as the pressure deep inside me builds, pleasure coursing through me from my center and all the way out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

With his eyes still on mine, Dallas closes over me again, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard as his fingers alternate between teasing taps and earth-shattering strokes against my G-spot before I fall apart.

“Dallas!” I choke out as my orgasm tears through me.

Dallas sits back a little, watching on in awe as he removes his fingers, my release gushing out of me in messy spurts as he alternates between rubbing my clit and gently slapping my pussy, causing me to convulse, my whole body jerking involuntarily.

“That’s my girl,” he drawls, leaning in closer to lap up my release until I’m so sensitive, I have to push him away, my body sinking into a boneless heap.

As I slowly make my way back to the living, I open my hazy eyes to see Dallas standing in front of me, stroking his thick, hard length right there. His strong thighs are set firm, stomach muscles tensing, his face twisted in a beautiful expression of pleasure and pain, wet hair flopped over his forehead and dripping down onto his flushed cheeks.

“You want my cum?” he rasps through gritted teeth.

I nod eagerly, licking my lips.

“Tell me where, baby,” he warns, and I can tell by the tortured tone in each strangled word that he’s close.

Considering myself a moment, I know exactly where I want him to come, but for a second I’m worried it might be a little much. But then I’m reminded that this is Dallas, and he’s the one who unleashed this beast inside of me. So, with a sly smile, I lift my knees and rest both feet on the tiled bench I’m sitting on, legs spread wide, my center completely open to him.

His hooded eyes flair, lifting to me with a questioning glance, and I nod again.

“Fuck, Goldie,” he mutters gruffly.

Leaning forward, he holds himself up with one hand pressed against the tile above my head, hips tilted down, hand working furiously over himself as he gasps and grunts, uttering a string of filthy curses before his whole body goes rigid.

The savage, animalistic sound that comes out of him as he orgasms is almost as sexy as the way his cum looks as it shoots all over my core.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dallas whimpers, his body heaving as his cum keeps spurting out with every aftershock that ravages him.

Dropping to his knees again, Dallas gasps, panting for breath as he stares at his handiwork. Dragging a finger through my folds, he collects some of his release, glancing up at me with a look of awe in his eyes.

“I own you now,” he says with a cocky smirk. “You’re officially mine.”

I nod, unable to form words .

Dallas lifts his hand up to my mouth, trailing his cum over my lips before pushing it inside. I suck it, licking off the salty taste of his release combined with my own, and he groans again.

“I can’t wait for the day I get to come deep inside you,” he utters. “Until then, I’m going to paint this perfect cunt with my cum every fucking time. It’s mine .”

“Yours,” I whisper, allowing him to pull me into his arms and kiss me hard and slow beneath the warmth of the water.