Page 231 of Soul So Dark

“I’ll call Thatch. I’ll tell Thatch tonight’s no good.”

“No.” Dallas’s voice suddenly turns upbeat. “That’s silly. Besides, I want to go to Tahiti.”

Tahiti?

“I saw a resort on one of those travel shows the other day,” she continues, “all-inclusive with private bungalows on black sand beaches. That’s where I want to go for fall break. Just you and me.”

I blink, trying to decipher her change in attitude. “Absolutely,” I nod, “anything you want.”

I don’t care, I’d take her to Mars right now if she asked.

Dallas gives me a smile that makes her look more like herself and saunters across the room into the closet. She reappears with a large square of black exercise tape and waits patiently while I peel off my shirt, carefully covering my tattoo as though nothing happened. Then she returns to the closet and shuts the door.

My heart’s still beating double-time, but it seems I’ve averted disaster for now. With a deep breath, I drag my hands up and down my face and turn back to the quilt on the bed. I’m floored, speechless, at a loss for words. Dallas takes all the awful things in the world and makes them good again. Maybe that’s all there is to it. She’s the strongest because of her kindness. Her brother should be ashamed for telling her to be otherwise and Bowen needs to die for trying to take it from her.

She did this for me, and I called her—

I can’t even think about it without nausea roiling through my gut. So, instead, I carefully fold the quilt, lay it across the end of our bed, and walk into the next room to get my head in the game.

I power up the monitors and check out the lobby that’s quickly filling up. One handle glows green, signifying they’re on deck for tonight.

“Thatguy?” I murmur to myself.

EomersXspear.

He’s thirsty for more.

I start unbuckling my belt, tossing each item into a pile next to the door. Once I’m down to a pair of black boxer briefs, I move through the room, turning on lights and adjusting cameras before taking a seat and reclining against the headboard.

“We’re live in 10 seconds,” I call out, pulling my black balaclava on.

The clock winds down and I start playing, unsurprised that this asshole doesn’t present much of a challenge. Moments later, I hear the door swing open and gently bounce off the stop. I smile to myself, loving the dramatic touches Dallas sprinkles here and there. We’ve gotten good, light years better than when we started. Now, it’s a creative outlet preying on the urges of faceless voyeurs.

Maybe she’s not too upset anymore.

The carpet silences her footsteps, but I can sense her approach the edge of the bed. The number beneath her handle starts rising. They’re already betting on her—a lot—which piques my interest. And when I glance to the side, I find out why.

Oh, fuck…

She’s wearing a mask I recognize plain as day. Only, the last time I saw it was when I was riding in the back of Mason’s truck. And, that time, Aiden was wearing it.

That goddamn bunny rabbit head.

Already topless, Dallas climbs onto the bed and stands up, towering over me. She steps over my legs, one foot on each side of my calves, and looks over her shoulder at the screen. Then, in one smooth motion, she pulls her black bikini underwear down. After kicking them off, she leans forward, showing her ass to the camera.

Her number jumps dramatically.

She turns around and sinks down on all fours, putting her ass right in front of me. My eyes go wide beneath my mask when I see the puffy white cottontail sitting right between her ass cheeks. She starts bouncing her hips, making the cottontail jiggle at the end of the plug filling her tight little ass.

“Slutty little brat,” I growl loud enough for the mics to pick up.

Dallas takes hold of one of the ears on her mask and tugs the rabbit head to the side. It slides off, revealing her white balaclava with her thick black ponytail spilling out the top. Then she crawls over my legs, reaching beneath the pillows. There’s a crackling sound, and when I glance up, I can’t help but smile.

Dallas stares back at me while she tears open a bag of Haribo bears.

I make my way through the map while she fishes out a few and then tosses the bag on the bed. Then, without a word, she reaches down the front of my boxer briefs to free my dick. She sinks down and starts wiggling her ass at the camera, making her tail shake while she slides me deep into her mouth.

The first match ends and I take the opportunity to grab Dallas’s ponytail and wrap it around my fist. Looking straight at the camera, I hold her head and start pumping my hips, thrusting into the back of her throat. She tightens around me and I let out a deep moan before lifting her head, spit glistening on her lips.