Page 20 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Bria

Three days had passed since I’d left Phoenix—and I was bored out of my fucking mind.

The SUV Dallas had so quickly purchased for me was still sitting in the driveway—in the same spot where he had parked it only two days ago—undriven and untouched.

I texted Asher and told her to go ahead and continue practicing the squad’s routine that we had choreographed together for Regionals. We couldn’t afford to fall behind schedule, not this year.

It killed me to sit alone in this house, knowing she was coaching the team and not me. But the five-hour drive there and back would’ve been such a pain in the ass, and an unrealistic plan for me to continue long term.

Asher and I agreed that it made more sense for me to be there on the weekends instead. Since she was already established as the team’s co-captain when I took over, it wouldn’t be an issue for her to fill in during the week.

Fortunately, the Savage Sirens didn’t train daily.

Half the team held full-time jobs, while the others were college students, so we had to be lenient in how we formed our practice schedule. We held our primary practices twice a week and every weekend, with the two weeks leading up to any competition ramped up to almost daily—if at all possible.

I was reluctant to tell her the reality of my situation— I still couldn’t fucking believe it myself . The details didn’t matter; she was always supportive of any decisions I made—and at the end of the day, I was still running away from home no matter how much I attempted to sugarcoat it.

If I were to spend all of my time here just waiting for the weekends to see my friends and teammates, then I would need to find a way to keep myself entertained before I went stir-crazy.

During the day, while Dallas was away for what I assumed was his day job, I spent most of my time rehearsing the parts of our routine that didn’t require three bases or additional bodies—essentially, the dancing portion.

When I got tired of practicing, I would turn on an at-home workout on the TV, doing everything from yoga to mat and wall pilates before collapsing on the couch and ordering takeout.

My days were bland, but the evenings were the worst. Dallas always left for his show shortly after sharing a silent, awkward dinner and didn’t return until well past three in the morning .

I had never felt so alone, and all because I was purposefully avoiding his company—refusing to allow my emotions to attach me to someone else so suddenly.

I only knew when he came home because I couldn’t sleep last night—tossing and turning, unable to relax. When I heard the front door open and close, I rushed to check the time on my phone.

Not once in the past three nights had he tried to sleep with me—not since the first—and for some reason, that small fact tirelessly gnawed at the back of my mind.

Why did I care that he was avoiding me? This was supposed to be nothing more than a ‘fuck buddy’ arrangement.

After all, he put me in this mess to begin with, so why should I be the one concerned about his feelings toward me?

Was I catching feelings for him?

I stared at the darkened ceiling, the entire house blanketed in silence—the ticking of the clock out in the living room echoing off the floor and walls.

As someone who spent most of her time socializing with friends, it was difficult for me to stay confined to this house. Stubborn as I was, I had a breaking point and was nearing the edge at an increasing rate.

Dallas wasn’t forcing me to do anything, but what else was I supposed to do in a city where I had no one to go out with and all there was to do was drink and gamble?

The sound of a car engine shutting off jolted me from where I'd curled up in bed, and without even thinking, I threw off the sheets and ran out into the foyer, catching Dallas just as he was closing the front door.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I rushed out, sounding frantic and panicked, nails digging into my palms at my sides as I struggled to keep my composure.

I needed to get the hell out of there.

I wanted him to make me stay.

I was a living, breathing goddamn contradiction and all I wanted to do right now was scream.

“Bria…” He sighed as he dropped his gym bag to the floor and turned to face me.

“No, don’t you ‘Bria’ me right now. You did this. You opened a door to something I couldn’t refuse, you brought me here, and I’m fucking bored. I’d ask you to give me something to do, but I refuse to play your maid.”

I honestly didn’t even know the words that were coming out of my mouth, speaking before they processed through my mind— literal word vomit .

Dallas chuckled lightly, stepping toward me as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. God, how I wanted to run my own fingers through it.

“Maid? That’s the first thing that comes to mind when you look at me? That I’d want nothing more than to have someone as pretty as you to clean up after me? I bought you the SUV you wanted and handed you its keys. I’m not holding you hostage, Bria. You can come and go as you please… ”

His tone was calm and soft—comforting. It caught me off guard, diffusing me like a ticking time bomb about to explode and level this entire neighborhood.

“No, but… but you—and you didn’t even— fuck .” I started tripping over my words, knowing he was right.

He had done nothing to indicate that I was trapped here.

That I couldn’t leave on my own free will.

I was doing this to myself, hiding from my truth. I was looking for someone else to blame, and he was the closest and easiest target I could find—Dallas was my scapegoat, and now I felt like a complete asshole.

“What do you want from me?” His tired eyes softened as he held his palms out to me in explicit submission, and I stared at them with contemplation.

What did I want?

I desired his touch like an attention-starved whore.

I craved an emotional connection that I had lost long before Connor had left me.

I was desperate for something more, even if it was all fake.

What do you want, Bria?

The answer to the question he had asked me when we first met was more evident than it had been in days, a whisper in the deep recesses of my soul.

Dallas .

Can we fall together?

Losing all sense of self-control, I threw myself at him like a pile of dirty laundry, capturing his mouth with mine, hungrily—fucking starved.

Without faltering, Dallas parted his lips, letting me in as he returned the same fervor, driving his tongue into my mouth with a voracity I felt deep down within my core.

That little voice telling me that this would be a reckless and impulsive decision could go straight to fucking hell.

I was dropping my walls and embracing this for what it was—a second chance to heal.

Whether he wanted me or not, I no longer cared—I’d risk it all just for him.

Dallas lost his balance in the heat of the moment, tripping and caging me against the wall and bracing a hand just above my head for support while the other was wrapped securely around my waist.

“This isn’t what you think.” I gasped between mouthfuls of his tongue, twisting and tangling with mine. “I’m not—what are you doing?!”

Falling to his knees, Dallas pushed up my shirt before pressing his soft, warm lips to the lower part of my belly.

He peppered feather-light, gentle kisses along my waistline as his fingers curled into my shorts from behind.

“Don’t tell me a man has never gotten on his knees for you before?” Dallas murmured as he continued his exploration, dragging his lips across my skin as he began lowering my shorts .

My head fell back against the wall, with the way he touched me, leaving me breathless—speechless.

“I, uh—” With a low sigh, I swallowed and tried to recall the last time I had been intimate and all the previous times before that. The realization dawned on me as I glanced down, seeing Dallas in a position that was all new to me. “N-never,” I whispered, almost embarrassed at the fact.

And as if my answer was gasoline to a fire, Dallas ripped my shorts and thong all the way off before wrapping his mouth around my clit and sucking hard.

“Holy fuck...” My hands speared through his short, blonde hair, gripping whatever strands they could.

In a single breath, I had lost my center of balance, turning into nothing more than an enraptured puddle against his face.

Dallas draped my right leg over his shoulder, giving him a better angle as he dipped his tongue inside of me and continued to press delicious pressure on my nerves.

Riding his face was a sensation unlike any other, and it consumed me.

Every sexual experience with Dallas was an awakening. Feelings of pleasure that I didn’t even know existed—never, even remotely, had I felt this kind of euphoria from a man.

Dallas repositioned his mouth, sucking and teasing my clit with his tongue and teeth as a finger was slowly pushed inside of me. Without waiting, he added a second right after the first, curling them both against my G-spot, massaging it with his fingertips .

My standing leg had started to shake, and I struggled to support my own weight the longer his mouth worked me up.

I found myself melting into the wall with every languid stroke and lick as his fingers fucked me raw.

The high of my climax was beckoning, and I felt ready to burst, my inner thighs tightening, jaw sealed shut as I fought to hold on longer.

I could feel my face flush with every strained breath as I dug my nails into his scalp, squirming against his hold, all while trying to suppress my moans.

“Let it out, sweet girl. I want to hear just how good I make you feel.”

“S-stop… calling me that… I’m not— sw-sweet— ” A whimper escaped my lips as I fought against the ecstasy and squeezed my eyes shut.

With one long hard suck and fuck from his fingers, I was sent over the edge, crying out his name as I felt my release spill against his face and hand.

If my pussy didn’t have a pulse before, it sure as fuck had one now, and it was beating uncontrollably with how hard I just came.

Dallas released his grip on me, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch, sagging against the wall as I gradually reopened my eyes, and as soon as I did, they connected with his.

A sinful smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, and I could see my cum glistening around his mouth as he leaned into me, our noses just barely touching .

“No? Why don’t you have a taste then, wifey? I’m sure you’ll find you’re as sweet as fucking sin.” Without another word, his mouth devoured mine, and I groaned, tasting myself on his tongue and lips.

Fuck, this was hot.

Everything Dallas did set me on fire.

And I was more than happy to be burned alive in his presence.