Page 29 of Wild Card (Foster Bro Code #2)

“Not like this, you don’t.” He kissed me hard, drawing back only enough to bite my bottom lip. I hissed, the sting only adding to the pleasure. He was still pulling my hair, holding me where he wanted me while he plunged his tongue deep in my mouth.

I groaned, helpless to the lust rising.

Dalton pulled back, meeting my eyes, and there was something dark there. Something I hadn’t seen before. As much as the sexy aggressive shit was doing it for me, it was a little out of character.

“What’s up?” I said. “Are you okay?”

“I just need one thing to go right today,” he said, his voice scraping out with a roughness that surprised me. “Please don’t tell me to leave.”

“So don’t leave, then,” I said, nodding toward the beers. “Give me one of those beers and tell me what’s going on.”

Dalton pulled a beer from his six-pack, then collapsed into the chair that Matteo had vacated. “Nothing you want to hear about.”

I sat down and kicked his foot. “Tell me anyway.”

He sighed. “Just some shit with Dallas. He was driving drunk.”

“I can’t believe that asshole gets to run around town like nothing happened, after he harassed Emory.”

“Yeah, it’s shitty, but his dad protects him. That’s why the mayor wants me to run for sheriff in the next election.”

“No shit?”

“I don’t want to do it,” Dalton said quickly. “But shit, Hale is really bad. They need to find someone to run, and Hale needs to lose because we can’t go on this way. Dallas is dangerous, and it’s not just him. Hale gets a lot of favors from his buddies, and those favors come with strings.”

“Ugh, I knew he was a shithead after the night we went to jail for the bar fight with Dallas,” I said.

Dalton winced. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

He’d been at the bar that night, and he’d cuffed me and Bailey while Sheriff Hale arrested Emory and Gray.

No one had put cuffs on Dallas—shocking exactly no one.

Dalton had stood up for us, though. He’d told the sheriff that Dallas started the fight and insisted no charges be filed against any of us if they weren’t going to include the sheriff’s son.

The sheriff would never stand for Dallas going down, so we’d all walked free.

“It’s not your fault Hale plays favorites with his son.”

“No, but I work for him, and frankly, it’s a stain on my badge too. The longer I stay there…” He shook his head. “I don’t want to condone his actions by enabling them.”

“If you’re there, at least there’s one decent deputy.”

“I’m not the only one,” Dalton said. “Chloe is a good egg. Zach and Eric are decent men. But none of us can stop Hale’s rot. He’s got all the power as an elected official.”

“So, what are your choices? You run for election, or you quit?”

“Pretty much.”

“What do you want to do?”

Dalton shot me a hot gaze. “Right now? I want to fuck it out of my system.”

I was supposed to be pushing him away, but hell, I could sacrifice my ass for one night of wild, angry sex if it helped settle him, right?

“Bring it on, Deputy.”

He got out of his chair and prowled over to me. I tipped my head back as he braced his hands on the top of my chair, leaning in over me.

“Open my jeans and swallow my dick,” he ordered.

I reached up and flicked open his jeans. He grabbed the back of my head with his left hand as I leaned forward. I tugged his shaft out, pointing it toward my mouth.

“Go deep,” he growled, pulling me down on his dick and making me gag. “Fuck yes. Choke on it.”

I did just that, throat spasming and eyes streaming, as Dalton gave me just enough air not to pass out. My cock leaked in my pants as Dalton used my mouth, fucking it roughly. He abused my fucking throat, and it was crazy hot.

He stepped back and used my hair to yank me to my feet. Half of it had come loose from the hair tie. Dalton took a moment to pull the rest of it free.

“That’s better.” He shoved me toward the trailer door. “Now, get inside and give me that ass.”

“Hell yeah,” I rasped, my voice wrecked as I stumbled toward the RV door.

The dogs had made themselves scarce, clearly in no mood to watch our ridiculous mating ritual. I got my pants unfastened as I went through the door. Good thing, too, because Dalton was right behind me, tugging my jeans down and shoving me face-first onto the bed.

He knew where the lube was by now. Condoms, too. Despite my crack about hooking up a lot, I noticed he didn’t bother with the rubber.

He shoved two slick fingers into my asshole, making me hiss at the burn. “Yeah, you can take me. You fuck so many men, right? You take dick all the time.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, even though it wasn’t really true. I’d hooked up a lot, but I didn’t bottom that often. It was a more intimate act for me. I had to give up all control, something I didn’t do for just anyone. But it would be way too revealing to tell Dalton that.

He pressed his cockhead against my hole, a pressure that teased at my nerves, then pushed in. My rim stretched and strained to take his width. Dalton wasn’t long, but he was thick. I groaned as pain and pleasure mingled.

“Gonna fuck you better than any of them,” Dalton said with a grunt as he thrust deep inside me.

I cried out. “Fuck yes!”

He drew back, leaving only his tip inside me, while I squirmed.

“Move, Dalton. Come on.”

“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had,” he ordered.

“Seriously?”

He stayed where he was while my ass throbbed with the craving to be filled. I wiggled invitingly, but he seemed content to sit there waiting for an answer all night.

“Fine,” I exclaimed. “You’re the best. Just fuck me.”

He leaned over my back, his cock shifting only a little deeper inside, and gripped my hair again. He moved his lips to my ear. “Tell me I’m the only one you want to fuck.”

I bit my bottom lip, torn between the urge to give us both what we wanted and my reluctance to acknowledge the truth.

Dalton sighed, a sound of defeat. “Never mind. I’m asking too much.”

“You’re the only one,” I said, chest tight. “Please don’t go. Please fuck me. Please?—”

He thrust in hard, making me yell, and we fell into a frantic, messy rhythm as he pounded into me again and again, using my hair like his own personal handle to yank my head back and kiss me with no finesse and too much tongue.

It was filthy and messy and perfect.

I grabbed my dick beneath me, jerking it fast and hard as my body tightened with pleasure. When the orgasm hit, I cried out so loud the dogs started howling outside.

Dalton gave a broken laugh that turned into a long moan as he shuddered and came inside me.

He collapsed on my back, his dick still inside me, and as much as I should shove him off me and tell him to leave, I didn’t. I lay there, blanketed by his large body and basking in the afterglow.

Wanting it to never end.