Page 194 of Soul So Dark

There’s a click and then a creak of a door, followed by footsteps and faint voices in the kitchen at the back of the house. I glance down at Dallas’s head in my lap, seemingly undeterred by the noise. The corner of my mouth twitches with amusement as the sounds grow closer until, finally, a shadow appears in the doorway of the dark living room. It’s one of her roommates, Shelby—the same Shelby she’s been friends with since high school. She nearly walks past us on her way to the stairs when she does a double-take and freezes.

Preparing for a mortified shriek, I raise my free hand and tip my chin politely. As soon as Shelby registers Dallas’s naked body between my legs, her hand flies to her mouth with a snicker and she spins around to intercept the rest of the group. Hushed voices precede a burst of giggles as Shelby and two other girls scurry toward the stairs, trailed by another guy I don’t recognize.

There’s a creak, and then another, drawing my attention to the kitchen door. A shadow disappears behind the edge of the door frame and a few moments later, I catch the faint outline of a figure just out of view, lingering in the darkness.

Of course, he came back here.

I was going to wait and get Dallas home first, but fuck that, I’ve waited too long already. I want to feel her throat around me so much that I’ll let this motherfucker watch just so he knows where he stands. But one thing’s for certain, if Bostwick takes one step past that doorway, I’m snapping his neck.

Dallas looks up at me with a grin. “I could eat you up, Alex,” she teases. “The nice ones always taste the best.”

She purses her lips and lets a thick mouthful of saliva drip off her tongue and onto my tip. I adjust the phone, centering her in the frame as I gather her mass of thick hair in my fist, pulling it away from her face so I can watch as she runs her full lips up and down my taut flesh.

“Nice, my ass,” I breathe while she smears the spit across her cheeks, “you just want me to give you more candy.”

“And you’re about to give me some,” she hums as she closes her mouth over my tip and sinks down, taking me deep.

I let out a moan as she pauses and then exhales, opening her throat and sinking further until she’s nearly at the hilt.Just like I taught her.Then she pulls back and starts bobbing her head faster, spit dripping from the corners of her mouth as she brings me to the edge. A low rumble starts moving up my chest as I clench her hair tighter and my dick pulses against the back of her throat.

My abs clench and I come hard, filling her mouth with my thick release. I tip her head up slightly as she empties me, and gaze into her blue eyes, shimmering with depravity behind her stark black frames.

“Is that sweet enough for you,Angelína?”

At the mention of her moniker, Dallas’s mouth stretches into a wide grin, letting a mixture of spit and cum drip down her chin. It’s like she knows what I like without even having to tell her.

“Swallow me good and I’ll keep being nice to you tonight.”

She grips my shaft and slowly strokes, sucking hard and swallowing every drop. And when she’s done, I pull her onto my lap, running my hands up and down her back that feels like silk.

My gaze detection triggers, but I don’t even have to see Bostwick to know what he’s thinking, consumed by inner turmoil as he decides whether to engage or stand down. But ultimately, I know he won’t. Keeping one eye trained on the kitchen doorway, I kiss Dallas’s shoulder and start moving up her neck.

“Are you ready to come home with me?”

“My bedroom is right upstairs,” she murmurs in my ear. “I want you to fuck me now.”

No, there’s no way we’re staying here.

“We’re leaving,” I growl into her cheek. “And I’ll fuck you inmybed.”

“I need to get some clothes,” she giggles back through clenched teeth.

“You don’t need clothes when you’re with me,” I say, this time loud enough for anyone with a 20-foot radius to hear.

Before Dallas can respond, I squeeze her around her waist and stand up, hoisting her into my arms.

“Alex!” she squeals, but I’m already out the front door, carrying her naked body across the street to my truck.

I set her down in the passenger seat, her arms crossed over her chest, watching me with eyes wide and mouth ajar as I reach into the backseat and grab the black hoodie on the floor next to my backpack. It’s all she’ll need for the ride home; it’ll probably come down to her knees anyway.

“I don’t have my phone, either,” Dallas mutters as I hold the neck of the sweatshirt open for her.

“Good thing you won’t need it,” I reply with a wink as I start tucking in my shirt and buckling my belt again.

She doesn’t argue, which is fortunate because she’s not setting foot back in that house for the rest of the night. In fact, both of us barely say a word on the drive through town, only exchanging lingering glances while Dallas firmly holds my hand in her lap. She runs her fingers over mine in the soothing silence, tracing each one like she’s committing them to memory again.

No more than 10 minutes later, I whip the Raptor into the parking deck of the Enclave and into my designated space.

“You live here?” Dallas asks, craning her neck to look out the window at the high-rise.