Macey
I WOKE WITH a start, but a gentle squeeze around my waist made me relax. “It’s me, baby.”
I rolled over to face Dallas. “Hi. Are you okay?”
He nodded.
“Are you still mad at me?” I whispered.
“A little.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” He rolled onto his back. “Go back to sleep.”
I felt sick. “Are you really not going to talk this through with me?”
“Baby, I’m tired.” He dragged his hands over his face. “Let’s just go to sleep and hash it out in the morning.”
“Do you love me?” I whispered, suddenly scared of his answer.
“Are you being serious with this shit?”
I blinked back tears and rolled over, throwing the covers off.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.
“Going to sleep on the couch.” I moved to slide from the bed, but his arm hooked around me and pulled me back onto the mattress.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Dallas, stop it. I’m not going to sleep with you if you hate me.”
He took a deep breath and stared at me, not releasing me, but not saying anything either. He slid his hand under my T-shirt and cupped my breast, leaning down to kiss me as he ran a fingernail over my nipple. I gasped, effectively opening my mouth to him, giving his tongue unhindered access.
“Dallas?” I whispered against his mouth.
“No talking,” he said, and removed my shirt, drawing a nipple into his mouth.
I arched against his mouth as he bit gently.
“Dal?”
“Shh.”
“Wait, Dallas, please.”
“Fuck.” He raised his head. “Babe, I’ve had a hell of a day and all I want to do right now is eat your pussy and go to sleep wrapped around you. I don’t understand why you seem to question that.”
“Because you’re mad at me.”
“I’m mad at you because you could have gotten yourself hurt or worse, and taken Payton down with you. That does not negate the fact I love you or the fact I will protect you with my life. Okay?”
“So, we’re not going to talk?”
He dropped his head to my chest and slipped his hand between my legs, running a finger along my clit. “If you want to talk, baby, feel free. I, however, am gonna do something much more relaxing.”
I licked my lips as he thumbed my clit while sliding two fingers inside of me.
“I don’t hear anything,” he said.
“We can talk later,” I rasped.
“Excellent choice.” Dallas pushed my panties from my hips and knelt between my thighs, guiding my legs over his shoulders and lowering his mouth to my center.
I sighed, sliding my hands into his hair as he tortured me with his tongue. I dug my heels into his back, lifting my hips to get more of him, then he sat up, taking me with him and lowering me onto his cock. I let out a quiet breath as I looped my arms around his shoulders.
Dallas flattened one hand against my back and one against my bottom, shifting so his back was to the headboard. “Ride me.”
I nodded as I straddled him and rocked against him. Using his shoulders as a base, I raised my body and lowered myself slowly, leaning down to kiss him as I did. He cupped my breasts, pinching one nipple while he took the other in his mouth. I dropped my head and tried to focus on my breathing. “I can’t wait,” I whispered.
“Don’t.”
My orgasm ripped through me and I fell against him, nestling my face in his neck as I tried to catch my breath. “You love me?”
“I can’t believe you’d ask that.”
I kissed his neck. “You were so mad at me.”
“Yeah, and I imagine it’ll happen again, but I’m not going anywhere.” He lifted me and slid from between my legs. “On your hands and knees, Mace.”
I didn’t hesitate, and he knelt behind me, sliding into me slowly. “This isn’t going to take long.”
“Too bad,” I retorted.
He gripped my hips and surged into me a little faster.
“More,” I demanded.
Dallas pulled out and slammed into me again, then faster and faster, building my climax the harder he thrust into me. I grabbed a pillow and shoved my face into it to muffle my screams.
“Come baby,” he whispered, and I did.
I knew he came when he ran his hand down my back and guided me onto my side, keeping his cock buried inside of me and pulling me against his chest.
We stayed like this for a while, our breathing labored as we came down from our high. I whimpered when he slid out of me, but he didn’t leave the bed, just held me close and kissed my shoulder.
“Where did you go?” I asked.
“To the office.”
“Why?”
“Because Jaxon and I were looking through the footage from the cameras he installed at the beach house.”
I rolled to face him. “Did you find out anything?”
“At the risk of ruining the moment, babe, I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“Ever?”
“No, not ‘ever.’ Just not tonight. I’m exhausted and the last thing I want to think about is what could have happened if I hadn’t got you out.” He stroked my cheek. “I just want to hold my woman and sleep.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “Sorry.”
Dallas kissed me and dropped his forehead to mine. “I love you, Mace, but I swear to God, if you ever make me worry like that again, I’ll handcuff you to the bed and you will never be allowed out of my sight again.”
“You are so melodramatic,” I said, but for some weird reason, I couldn’t stop a delicious shiver at the thought of being handcuffed to the bed.
“Sleep, baby.”
“Okay.” I rolled over again and scooted back against him.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my neck. “Love you, Mace.”
“Love you, too, Dallas.”
I linked my fingers with his and closed my eyes, smiling as sleep came quickly.
* * *
I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. I sat up, biting back a yawn, and saw that my suitcase had been brought in and settled against the wall under the window.
I climbed off the mattress and tripped over my discarded shirt and panties. Picking them up, I hoisted my suitcase onto the bed and opened it. I stepped from foot to foot trying to stave off my bladder as I found clean underwear, sweats, and a T-shirt, donning them as fast as I could before grabbing my brush and rushing to the bathroom.
I took a few minutes to brush out my hair, clean my teeth, and wash my face, before I felt bolstered enough to face my critics. Opening the door, I squared my shoulders, and made my way to the kitchen.
Payton sat at the table, flipping through a gossip magazine, while Dallas was mid-pour into what was probably a second or third cup of coffee.
“Morning,” I said, and Dallas smiled while Payton gave me a once-over before smiling as well.
“Morning, baby,” Dallas said, and kissed me quickly. “I’ll get you coffee.”
“Thank you.”
“How are you feeling?” Payton asked.
“Better.”
“Good.”
“Where’s Brock?” I asked.
“He didn’t stay,” Dallas said. “He went home after I got here last night, so he probably won’t be back until after dinner. Jax is on the street.”
I nodded, took the mug Dallas offered, and sat across from Payton.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“A little. What are my options?”
“Toast,” he said, holding up a loaf of sourdough. “Or non-toast.”
I giggled. “I’ll take toast, thank you. I can make it.”
“That’d be great, babe. I have to check in.”
I nodded and grabbed the bread as he left the kitchen.
“Have fun last night?” Payton asked, a wry grin on her face.
“Ohmigod, Pay. Did we wake you?” I focused on making toast, my face flaming.
“I had ear plugs. Which I used.” Payton flipped a page on the magazine. “In order to go back to sleep.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Maybe one day I’ll return the favor.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Please feel free not to.”
Payton giggled. “You had stuff to work out. I get it.”
“Is Brock still mad at me?”
“Brock couldn’t hold a grudge if he tried,” Payton said with a wave of her hand. “He was probably over it before you even fell asleep.”
“I do like that about him.” The toast popped up and I smeared peanut butter over both pieces and carried them to the table. “Who’s subbing for you today?”
“I don’t know,” Payton said. “Whoever’s on the sub list. It’s cool. I have sick time.”
“I’m sorry you have to take it.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She paused in her page flipping. “I just wish we could be having all this fun at the beach house.”
I grimaced. “I’m such an idiot.”
“We all do dumb things from time to time,” Payton said. “But you owe me a weekend at the beach. Girls’ trip.”
“You’re on.” I grinned and bit into my breakfast.