Page 21 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Dallas

Fuck, how I loved having her on my tongue.

Without breaking our sticky, passion-driven kiss, I picked Bria up by her thighs and carried her into our bedroom.

As the days crawled by, I tried my hardest to give space and not pressure her any further, but it fucking killed me not to taste my wife. Especially after filing the license—our marriage was finally legal and binding.

Bria had kept herself locked away, out of my reach while I was home, and all I wanted to do was break down the fucking door and take her the way she so rightfully deserved.

The silence and distance that continued to grow between us gave me the time I needed to consider the direction of our marriage, and although it had only been a few days, I decided that I would make this work .

I would let my feelings for her sink in and submit to the hold that Bria had undoubtedly had on me—wanting nothing more than for her to love me.

She was all I could think of every night I was gone, working at the theater.

I no longer craved the attention of the women who came to our shows. I just wanted hers—only hers.

The more time I had to think about the woman I had claimed, the more I fell for her.

Bria didn’t need to utter a single word to make me fall. That was the kind of spell she had on me, and I never expected it to take hold as quickly and powerfully as it did.

And just like saying fuck the rules of leadership— I now felt the same exact way about those of love.

Tonight’s show had been rough. I fucked up more times than I’d care to admit, and all because she was consuming every single square inch of my mind.

I always wondered what she was doing and what she was thinking.

Was she sound asleep or waiting up for me?

The moment I crossed the threshold into our home, I had my answer—and it was all I could’ve asked for.

Her outburst may have started as a confrontation, but it would end with the two of us unable to tell where one ended and the other began .

After tonight, separation from my sweet girl would be far more difficult than I had initially intended—I didn’t want her to change her mind, and I never wanted to lose her.

Falling back onto the bed, I held Bria close, our lips locked.

“Dallas,” She muttered between breaths, and I warily pulled back, gazing up into her bright, whiskey-colored eyes.

The eyes that set my soul on fire every time they met mine, even for the briefest of moments.

Don’t tell me to stop.

I don’t want to stop.

A pit in my stomach weighed me down as we stared at each other in momentary silence.

“You’re feeling this too, aren’t you?” Her voice trembled with uncertainty as if she were scared to admit what she was saying, and my heart tightened in my chest. “Shit, I’m being stupid—forget what I just said.”

As Bria attempted to back herself off of me, I immediately reached up and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her down with my eyes never leaving hers.

Her face flushed with embarrassment as I licked my lips with a heavy swallow before parting them to speak.

We were both on the same page— halle-fucking-lujah.

“I don’t know where this came from—if it started the first night we met or over the past few days of just being near you. But I feel the pull—I’m feeling everything. Constantly .”

Why fight to hide it any longer?

Bria had just confirmed her attraction, and I wanted nothing more than to embrace my own.

Fuck it.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Bria sighed, jumping off me and tearing away the rest of her clothes as quickly as she could, her breaths heavy with lust.

As she removed her shirt, I pulled mine off and squirmed out of my jeans and boxers while still lying on the bed, my hard dick springing free—all for her.

Bria crawled back onto the mattress and settled herself over me, straddling my hips as she lined herself up with the head of my cock. Right before sinking her body down, she locked her eyes on mine, all breathless and beautiful.

“I don’t do second chances, Ponyboy.”

“As if I’ll ever need one, sweet girl.”

With the palms of my hands, I pressed down on her thighs as I raised my hips to meet hers, driving myself deep, ready to fuck my wife with every shred of my loyal devotion.

Bria whimpered at the rough thrust before falling into her own rhythm, riding me and moaning with every roll of her hips.

I met her movements, quickening our pace as she bounced on me, her perfect, perky breasts following the motion of her body.

I couldn’t resist trailing my palms upward from her hips, caressing every inch of her waist before resting them right under the crease of her tits.

Bria was fucking gorgeous, and I was the luckiest man alive to call her mine .

With feral desire making me crave her deep and rough, I flipped our current position, my weight pressing between her thighs as I ground against her clit, reaching angles I couldn’t with her on top.

While I enjoyed seeing her over me and taking control, I loved driving her fucking wild as I hit every part of her pussy with my piercings.

The bed shuddered with every full thrust, Bria’s nails digging into my back as she cried out for more.

I held her body firmly with one hand on her ass cheek and the other supporting her waist. Soft skin pressed flush against mine as sweat slid down my spine and beaded along my brow.

The harder I pushed, the more control I felt slipping away—the primal urge to claim and own her at the forefront of my senses.

She dragged her hands up my back, digging one set of nails into my shoulder blade while the other pulled at the short strands at the back of my head.

Decreasing my pace ever so slightly, my eyes met her half-lidded gaze before my lips were drawn toward hers, falling into a kiss that was all passion and no regret.

“Come with me, Bria.” I breathed against her swollen lips.

“We can fall into this together, you and me...” With my forehead pressed against hers, I could feel the nod of acceptance, her walls tightening around my cock as her legs tensed around my waist. “Let go, sweet girl. Give it all to me, give me all of you.”

Bria dug her nails deeper, fisting my hair even harder, nearly tearing out the roots as she broke around me. I could feel her pussy spasm as her climax found its welcome release .

Slamming into her once more, I drove myself as deep as I could go before following her with my own, moaning at the pleasure that pulsed from the tip of my cock.

Entirely spent, I collapsed onto the mattress, pulling my exhausted wife closer to my side, holding her tightly, never wanting to leave this bed—just a tangled mess of naked limbs in the sheets.

While we lay there, breathing heavily as our racing hearts caught up to us, all that ran through my mind was how I would get my sweet girl through her test so that I could keep her— forever .

Even with Bria wrapped snugly around my body, I couldn’t fall asleep. Wondering how the fuck I was going to bring up the secret society she now belonged to, and the test that she would have to take in a little over two weeks.

As she mumbled in her sleep, nuzzling the side of her face against my chest, I held onto her even tighter.

Bria was only now just starting to warm up to me—for whatever fucking reason—and I knew the information I was about to drop on her would be like driving a knife straight between us once more.

I didn’t want to lose this new bond that had started forming, not when I genuinely wanted it. But the sooner I could explain everything, the more time I would have to soften the blow and ensure that Bria would be mentally prepared to handle what she was about to do .

The physical component never worried me. She was in incredible shape, and I could feel her strength whenever she shoved me out of her way.

At this point, it was too late for her to run—not that I would let her. Bria was mine, and I’d kill anyone who so much as tried to take her from me now.

Tilting my head to peer down at her, I dragged my knuckle along her soft cheek and down the side of her neck before resting my hand in the dip just below her ribcage.

“Mm… Dallas.” She groaned, lightly fluttering her eyes open to meet mine before looking at me with a questioning expression. “What? What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“There’s something we need to discuss—” I sighed, biting the inside of my bottom lip as I tried to focus on anything but her striking eyes—the wall, the ceiling, her bare leg draped across my hips. “And I don’t know how to explain this without scaring you…”

“Don’t tell me, let me guess—You’re a serial killer.

” Bria joked as she propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at me as I worked to figure out how the fuck to respond.

When I didn’t react or meet her playful gaze, her smile faded into one of worry.

“Dallas... You’re not a serial killer?… Right? ”

Releasing her from my embrace, I rubbed my face with both hands, buckling under the pressure that had been building for fucking days.

Here we fucking go.

Just rip the band-aid right off…

She’ll understand.

She has to.