Page 43 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Bria

“Fine, seeing as you somehow managed to follow me five and a half hours in the wrong direction, you may as well make yourself useful and stretch me…”

Dallas dragged the tip of his tongue along his lips in depraved hunger as his piercing gaze stripped me bare.

“I didn’t take you as one for anal, but with a gorgeous ass like that, I’d be a shame not to take you from behind.” His sultry tone screamed of sin and sex, and I refused to let him one-up me in the art of seduction.

“You don’t—That’s not what I meant…” I growled, palming my forehead before dragging my hand down the center of my face with a heavy sigh.

To hell with it… If Dallas wanted to play hardball, then so be it, but I played to win .

Releasing a deep breath, I dropped to the grass, lying on my back with one leg stretched straight, the other bent and pulled toward my chest.

Our eyes connected as I looked up at Dallas, finding the nerve I needed to beat him at his own game. He just stood there as if waiting for instruction, and I rolled my eyes again.

“Let’s go Ponyboy, saddle up.” I mocked, lightly patting the top of my thigh.

“Ponyboy?” Dallas prowled over to where I lay, crossing his arms over his chest and peering down at me as he bit his lower lip with a smirk.

“Uhm… yeah? Ginuwine? Pony? The signature song for your show?” Relaxing back in the grass, I chuckled sarcastically. “Look, just straddle my thigh and help me stretch out my hamstrings.”

Dallas dropped to the ground without another word, placing one knee on either side of my left thigh. I propped my right leg straight against his shoulder and tried my hardest not to feel turned on as his hips pressed right up against mine.

He leaned forward, one hand resting beside my head while the other held onto my right thigh as he pressed his weight into the back of my right leg.

I moaned at the stretch and his touch, wanting him to stretch far more than just my legs in this position.

“Can I just say that you look perfect at this angle?” Dallas teased, and I caught a rakish grin tugging at his lips as his eyes dropped to where our bodies were connected from the position .

“You don’t get to talk about angles until you tell me why you followed me here.” There was more to his reasoning for being here. You don’t just follow—stalk someone hours away for no good reason.