Page 24 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Dallas

What. A. Fucking. Weekend…

I never thought the days could feel so fucking long until I spent every waking hour wondering where the fuck my sweet girl was and if she would come home on her own or if I’d have to haul my ass to Phoenix to bring her back.

I doubted myself more than her, feeling stupid for letting Bria walk out that door without stepping in the way to stop her. I kept my word. And I fucking hated it.

She had every right to run with everything I had revealed. But fuck if I wouldn’t chase that woman to the ends of the earth just to keep her within arms reach.

Bria was bold, beautiful, brilliant, and in a moment of fucking weakness, I let her walk that pretty ass right out our front door.

She wasn’t coming back; why the fuck would she ?

And as soon as Dustin caught wind that my wife had fled after I disclosed everything about the MUR, he’d send one of his dogs after her without a second to spare—a hound hunting a problematic fox—tying up a loose end.

Losing myself to the escalating frustration, I shot up from the couch and flipped the coffee table over, kicking its leg so hard that it snapped off entirely.

My hands shook as I dragged them through my hair, tugging at the roots while I ground my teeth. I was a savage man, ready to rip the head off of anyone or anything that so much as came near me.

I wanted my wife.

I needed Bria here.

Son of a fucking—

“Am I interrupting something?” A throat cleared.

Caught off guard, I whipped around to see a woman with long, bright red hair standing behind me. My shoulders relaxed from their tensed state as my eyes met her piercing amber gaze.

Bria lingered in the entryway with her arms crossed over her chest, and her hip popped out to the side as she twirled her keys around her index finger— my sassy fucking wife.

She came home.

“Not the warm welcome I was expecting—breaking furniture. What was wrong with the coffee table? I actually liked it. It was tasteful.”

I stared at her in dumbfounded disbelief—like a deer in fucking headlights .

The hair, the attitude—as if she came home an entirely different person. Far from the woman who’d left in a frantic rush only mere days ago.

“Dallas—”

Before she could say another word, I rushed at Bria from across the room, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and pulling her to my chest, refusing to let my sweet girl out of my embrace.

Fuck not having feelings.

I felt everything for her.

And the harder I fought, the faster I fell.

Bria gasped with how tightly I was holding her, the breath leaving her lungs quicker than she could suck it back in, and I didn’t care.

She was here, she was home, and I was never letting her go—never again.

I spent days staring at my phone, trying to type multiple messages to her but unable to bring myself to press send—letting her see just how attached to her I had become, my obsession driving me insane.

She stole my air with a single look; it was only fair that I stole hers in return.

“Dallas… if you suffocate me… you’re back to fucking your hand…

” She wheezed through strangled breaths, and with a relieved chuckle, I finally loosened my hold on her.

“Jesus Christ…” Bria coughed as she inhaled deeply, dragging a hand through her hair to pull back the long strands that had fallen into her eyes .

“New hair, new you?” I mocked with a smug grin, taking in her now brightly colored hair, which closely reminded me of the accents on my McLaren—cherry red.

“Very observant of you, but no. Just a very long, overdue change of perspective.”

Did this mean she was choosing to follow through with the test? To stay?

My heart swelled at the thought, but I had to keep myself from rushing too far ahead. She could still say no. Leave.

“It suits you—”

Bria brought her hand up between us before pushing herself away from my reach, straightening her denim jacket and roughly shoving her fists into the small pockets.

“Save your compliments for later. I’m still pissed off at you.

” She rolled her shoulders and licked her lips before continuing, “I thought about it—about everything you dumped over my head that morning like a bucket of ice cold fucking water—thanks, by the way, for ruining that lovely little moment we were having.”

Her quip at the end was nothing short of what I would’ve expected from the woman I married, even before this stark change.

“You don’t need to remind me of how stupid and ill-timed that conversation was, but it needed to happen—sooner rather than later, given the current timeline.

” I sighed, dropping my gaze and sliding my hands into the pockets of my jeans to restrain myself from grabbing her again, thinking back to that morning and how I’d wished I had approached the situation differently. “What have you decided? ”

I held my breath after asking the question. Hoping and praying to whatever fucking god that existed that she didn’t come back just to fuck me over and run away for good.

“I’ll do it… But under one condition.”

Fuck sake… did I even want to know?

“And what’s that?” I asked, hesitantly, my gaze returning to meet hers.

Bria stepped into me before removing her hands from her pockets, placing them on my shoulders, and steadily rising up on her toes.

The tip of her nose barely touched mine as my sweet girl looked up and into my eyes through her dark, sultry lashes. I could feel her fingers trailing up the sides and back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

I struggled to keep my hands where they were, wanting nothing more than to strip her down and spread her out on our bed.

I loved this new side of her—one that was just as dominant as mine. It got me so fucking hard and the animal in me was more than ready to play.

“I want you to beg.” She ordered with a low coo, her lips grazing softly against mine—a light, teasing kiss from nothing more than a feather.

Bria wanted me to beg… Did she even know the kind of man she’d married?

I picked her up by her thighs, carrying my wife over to the couch before setting her down and dropping to my knees on the floor in front of her—like a queen on her godforsaken throne .

“You want me to beg, sweet girl?” I gave her a rakish grin as I wrapped my hands around her ass and roughly jerked her hips toward me until they were spread right up against my chest. “I’ll beg—On my knees, between your thighs. All damn day, and all fucking night. How does that sound, wifey ?”

Bria’s fingers twirled, teased, and played with the strands at the back of my head as she locked her eyes with mine, sucking on her front teeth before bending over me.

“Sounds like we’ve reached our first agreement in this marriage. Should we seal it with a kiss?” She forcefully yanked my head back with a fist full of my hair before claiming my mouth with hers.

This woman was so fucking hot while exuding her control, and I was fucking feral for it.

I returned the kiss with the same fierce passion and desire, driving my tongue deep and digging my fingers into her ass, making her moan for more while she ground herself into my chest.

“I’d prefer to seal this with more than just a fucking kiss.” I pushed myself up from my knees, pressing Bria’s back against the cushion as I dipped my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them, along with her thong, down her legs while hovering over her body.

Claiming her mouth once more, her hand still gripping at the back of my head, I slid two fingers inside her tight warm pussy, moaning with satisfaction when I felt just how soaked she was, my dick fighting the restraint of my jeans.

“I love knowing you’re always so fucking wet for me.

I’d say fuck the foreplay, you’re more than ready for my cock.

But my sweet girl wants me to beg, and I’m going to do that by making you scream my name until you no longer have a voice to make demands.

” I pulled my fingers back and locked eyes with my wife as I sucked each one clean.

She always tasted— “so fucking perfect, baby.”

Licking my lips I didn’t give her a second to protest— as if she even fucking would —before diving my face between her thighs, sucking her clit into my mouth, and swirling my tongue to tease the sensitive nerves.

With her hand tightly fisted in my hair, I could hear Bria digging the nails of the other into the fabric of the couch while she squirmed in my hold.

“Fuck, Dallas.”

I tightened my grip on her thighs, forcing her to remain spread as her body tensed, and I descended lower to fuck her with my tongue.

Whimpered moans and heavy, winded breaths echoed off the walls and vaulted ceiling as she lost herself to the rapture I was delivering.

Eating her out like she was my last fucking meal.

Releasing one of her legs, I pressed my thumb against her clit and rolled it in a circular motion while I continued to devour my wife, feeling her sweet pussy clench around my tongue.

It didn’t take much more to send Bria over the edge, digging her nails into my scalp and the upholstery as she screamed my name, her legs clamping down around my head as I got a mouthful of her cum .

When she sagged further into the couch, releasing her tight grip, I pulled away, wiping the last of her release from my lips with the back of my hand before lifting her limp and tired body up and over my shoulder like a rag doll.

“You’re not giving up on me that easily.” I huffed a laugh as I carried my exhausted wife into our bedroom. “I’ve got so much more to beg for, sweet girl.”

I dropped her onto the bed before removing my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans. I slapped the inside of her bare thigh to keep her alert as I kicked my pants and boxers across the room and climbed in between her legs.

One orgasm wasn’t usually enough to tire her out, but with the half day of practice and long drive she’d made back to me, I knew Bria wouldn’t last much longer without a decent night’s rest.

I smacked her thigh a second time, her half-lidded eyes flicking open to meet mine.