Macey
AS SOON AS we arrived home after dinner, I rushed to my front porch and unlocked the door. Dallas was close behind me, and I virtually threw our leftovers in the fridge before heading upstairs.
“I’ll be right up,” he said.
I stripped down to my bra and panties as I heard him moving around downstairs. Knowing him, he was probably making sure my place was secure. I’d heard him complain enough about my apartment’s location in the Sullivan’s Gulch area of Portland.
“First order of business, babe, is to move you somewhere safer,” he called, reviving our old argument. Then I heard his heavy steps on the stairs.
“I like this place,” I called back. “It’s cheap, which means I don’t need a roommate.”
His footsteps stopped and then, “Damn,” was rasped from the doorway. I turned to find him grinning, his gaze raking over me. “You’re gorgeous,” he said.
I bit my lip. “Really?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“You’ve seen me in my bikini before, Dal.”
“Can’t see your nipples through your bikini, babe.” He closed the distance between us and cupped my breasts. “Perfect.”
“Not too big?”
“Babe, no.” He frowned. “Who the hell ever said they were too big?”
“No one,” I said quickly, not wanting to interrupt the moment. I waved a finger toward him. “Your turn.”
He unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it from his arms and then reached behind him, pulling off his V-neck T-shirt, revealing the chest I’d dreamed about most nights, particularly after summer trips down the Columbia, or to the beach. His lithe teenage form had gotten taller and bigger, but no less cut, and I bit back a fangirl sigh as I stared at him. His chiseled chest had just a smattering of dark hair between his pecks that formed a line down his stomach and under the waistband of his jeans.
I reached for him, pulling him forward to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his fly. Dallas slid his hand behind my neck and kissed me, his other hand pulling my bra down to reveal my breasts, my nipples puckered in immediate response.
He moved his hand to my back and unhooked my bra, yanking it from my arms and pulling me close, chest to chest, as he continued to kiss me. I was grateful he’d had the wherewithal to remove his boots and socks before he came upstairs. He stood barefoot and sexy as hell in just his jeans, which I made quick work to slide from his hips, boxer briefs and all.
Dallas slid his hand down my back to cup my bottom and push my panties off with one stroke. I stepped out of them and he broke the kiss briefly to pull down my comforter and lay me on the bed. Stretching out beside me, he ran a finger across my collar bone. “You’re beautiful, Mace. I love you. Do you have any idea how much?”
I shook my head, my breath escaping me as I stared into his eyes. “I love you too.”
He grinned and slipped his hand between my legs. “So wet, baby.”
“It’s been a while.”
“Good.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Good?”
“Yeah, good.” He pushed me onto my back and knelt between my legs. “I’m it for you from now on.”
“Oh, really?”
Dallas grinned and kissed one knee, then the other. “Hell, yeah.”
I raised my head in order to look at him down the length of my body. “Those are kind of final words.”
Without response, he leaned down and covered my clit with his mouth, shifting my leg over his shoulder, and slipping two fingers inside of me. I couldn’t think after that, because he sucked and licked and pumped me into a mind-blowing orgasm. I registered the tearing of foil, followed by a delicious shiver when he drew my nipple into his mouth and slid inside of me, slowly filling me with his girth.
“Ahhh,” I rasped.
“Too much?”
“Not enough,” I complained.
He slid in deeper and my head dropped back as he kissed my pulse. “Better?”
“Mmmm.”
Slipping his hand between us, he stroked my clit and I whimpered. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head. “I will kill you if you do.”
He grinned and covered my mouth with his as he moved, each thrust harder and faster as our pleasure grew.
“I can’t wait,” I said.
Continuing to work my clit, he rolled my nipple with his other hand, and surged into me.
“Dallas,” I whimpered.
“Come, baby.”
I let the climax take over and felt his orgasm as he surged once more and came inside me. He held me for several minutes, no talking, just ragged breathing as we floated down from our high.
“Sorry, baby.” He grinned, kissing me quickly. “That was faster than I would have liked.”
“That was amazing,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I giggled. “Do you know that… um…”
“What?”
“No, never mind.”
“Tell me,” he said.
“I don’t really want to bring my exes into bed with us.”
Dallas chuckled. “What were you going to say?”
Heat crept up my neck. “Just that you’re the first man I’ve known… as in, known… who could actually find my clit.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Babe, Tommy was a douchebag. I’m surprised he was even able to find your vagina.”
I snorted and shook my head. “He wasn’t a douchebag.”
“Macey. Tommy Mathers was the CEO of the Massengill Corporation. The only thing that kid had going for him was that he played guitar. Badly, I might add, and he saw your sixteen-year-old ass coming from a mile away.”
Truth be told, Dallas was right, but I wasn’t ready to admit that yet. “Tommy was cute.”
“I can’t accurately comment on that, as I can’t say I’ve ever found another guy cute, but he was skinny with long, stringy hair and piercings, so he looked like a bad boy. And you were in your rebellious stage, trying to piss me off.”
I gasped. “I was not.”
“You were so.”
“For your information, you didn’t really factor into it.”
“Hmm-mm.” He grinned as he slipped out of me, took care of the condom, and pulled me back against his chest. “You told Payton you wanted to find “the one” to lose your virginity to. I was arrogant enough to offer myself up, which totally backfired since I kind of did it in a dick way and drove you to Tommy. Admit it.”
I ran my finger over his chest. “Well, no, you didn’t drive me to Tommy. Tommy just happened to be there.”
“With a bottle of Jack Daniels and a shoulder for you to cry on.”
I covered my face with my hands. “Yes, I suppose that’s true.”
“Fucking bastard got you drunk and took your virginity.” Dallas scowled.
“I chose to get drunk, Dal. It’s not like he forced the stuff down my throat.”
“But he should have made sure you were okay, not take advantage of you.”
“He didn’t take advantage of me.” I frowned. “I wanted to have sex and I told him that. Stop looking for monsters where there aren’t any.”
“Mace. He took advantage of you.”
“Who says?” I snapped. “Look, I’ll admit that I was a little too young and he definitely wasn’t the right guy, but I knew what I was doing, and I refuse to be one of those girls who makes a bad choice and then tries to blame someone else.”
Dallas smiled. “I’m not trying to start a fight, babe.”
“Well, you’re kind of pissing me off, so how about you backtrack and explain yourself.” I crossed my arms. “Because you’re making it sound like I’m the poor little victim here.”
“Which is not my intention.” He sat up and cupped my cheek. “Whether you chose to have sex with him or not, I personally think that had you not been black-out drunk, you would have come to your senses.”
“Let’s not overdramatize it. I was never black-out drunk. I knew what I was doing the whole time. And it was wholly forgettable.”
“Whatever,” he said, and lay back down on the pillows. “Little fucker squealed like a girl.”
“Because that’s not sexist on any level.”
“Okay, he squealed like the pig he was.”
“And why did he squeal like a pig, Dallas?” I asked.
“No reason,” he grumbled.
I leaned forward. “What did you do?”
“Nothing much. I just made sure he never did that to you or anyone else again.” Dallas settled his hands behind his head. “And I continue to keep an eye on him.”
I gasped and jabbed a finger toward him. “You’re the reason he came to school with a broken nose, black eyes, and bruised ribs? He told me he laid down his motorcycle and got caught in gravel.”
He grabbed my hand and tugged on it. “Tommy didn’t own a motorcycle.”
“He didn’t?”
“No, he didn’t. The guy could barely manage a bicycle.”
I sighed and flopped onto his chest. “So he lied.”
“Yeah, babe. He lied. He lied about owning a motorcycle and he lied about the girl he fucked the day before you and two days after.”
“What?”
“He had a harem, Mace. He was sleeping with three other girls at the same time.”
I groaned. “He was? He totally pledged his undying love to me.”
“Well, that might have been true, but his undying love wasn’t enough to keep it in his pants.” He raised an eyebrow. “Does that surprise you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Honestly, no.”
“Did he ever bug you again?”
“Well, no. He said we’d just get to know each other before we had sex again, but he was distracted and kept disappearing…” I covered my face with my hands. “Oh, never mind.”
“But, what, babe?”
“You’re right.” I sighed again. “He was a douche. I couldn’t stand him by the time the week ended and all we’d done was talk. I was also sober, which made him way more boring.”
Dallas laughed. “I rest my case.”
“Did you really beat the crap out of him?”
“Brock helped,” he admitted.
“Of course he did. Neither of you can do anything without the other.” I grinned. “Hence the academy and then the FBI.”
“I plead the fifth,” he said. “However, it could be that, to Brock, you’ve always been like another sister.”
“Yeah, like he needs another one of those.”
Brock had three. Two older and then the baby… Payton.
Dallas chuckled. “Maybe it made it easier for him to just add you to the group.”
“And you?” I smiled up at him. “Was I like a sister to you?”
“Hell, no. You were the one who almost got away.”
“What?” I settled my chin in my hand. “When?”
“Bruce Fucking Daniels.”
“Dallas, that was more than a year ago. Bruce and I didn’t date for that long, and it ended pretty amicably, especially considering I broke up with him.”
“You’re staying away from him, right?”
“What? No.” I frowned. “Why?”
“Trust me, Mace. He’s got money and power behind him and he’s not the great guy you think he is.” He frowned. “Jim and Mona Daniels are degenerates who bought their way into office and raised their son to be just like them.”
I sighed. “That I don’t doubt, but Bruce is a cop, Dallas. I thought there was some ‘brothers in blue’ code or something. Aren’t you supposed to like him?”
“He’s not right.”
“He’s fine,” I countered. “He still calls every now and then, and he’s really nice.”
He frowned. “Not liking that fact.”
“I think you’re seeing something where there isn’t anything.” I smiled. “I actually have plans to see a movie with him next week?”
“Alone?”
“Well, no. A few of us made plans.”
“I’m going with you, then.”
“Why?” I asked. “I have male friends, Dallas, you’ll just have to deal with them.”
“Yeah, but he’s the only one who took you away from me.”
“Hello, I’m here with you right now… naked, even. He did not take me away from you.”
“He almost did.” Dallas shook his head. “I thought I’d lost you.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I am now.”
I shook my head. “No, I mean when Bruce and I broke up.”
“Because I didn’t want to be the rebound guy. ’Course, if there’d been another guy, I’d have dealt with him, but lucky for me, I didn’t have to waste my time.”
“What do you mean ‘dealt with him’?”
“Being in the FBI has its perks.”
I gasped. “Are you telling me that if I’d dated some guy after Bruce, you’d have jacked him up with bogus traffic stops, tickets, and the like?”
“I am telling you nothing of the sort.” Dallas rolled me onto my back and kissed me. “But I will admit that jacking Bruce up wasn’t an option.”
“You tried to jack him up?”
“I tried to keep an eye on him.” He frowned. “I ran into a political blue wall.”
Dallas leaned down to kiss me, but I placed my fingers over his lips. “What do you mean, ‘you tried to keep an eye on him’?”
He sighed. “You don’t really think that I would just sit back and let you date some guy I didn’t check out?”
“Of course I would. Because it was none of your business.”
“That’s where you have it wrong, Macey.”
“Excuse me?”
“Everything about you is my business.” He kissed me. “And it will always be my business.”
I giggled. “You are insane.”
He moved his lips to my neck and then slid down to my breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers as he kissed his way down my belly. I sighed, my hips arching in response. “Dal?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“My turn next, okay?”
He grinned. “Absolutely.”
I grasped the headboard as he gave a quick and gentle suck on my clit, before moving his thumb into place to finish the job. What the man could do with his tongue was unbelievable.
My climax came fast and hard, but I didn’t take too much time to enjoy it. After stopping Dallas from opening another condom packet, I pushed him onto his back and wrapped my lips around his cock.
“Babe, I should put on a—”
“No,” I said.
He gripped my hair. “I’m not gonna come on my stomach.”
“Dal, I know.”
“You’re gonna…?”
I nodded, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and lowering my mouth onto him again. Dallas dropped his head back onto the pillows. “Holy shit.”
I couldn’t help but grin. Dallas’s body responded to me immediately, his breathing quickened as his hands pressed into my hair and his hips pitched up, filling my mouth with his cock.
“Babe,” he rasped, his body locking.
“Come,” I mumbled against him.
Dallas groaned as his orgasm rocked his body. I didn’t move for several seconds before giving his cock one last kiss and then sliding up his body.
“I can’t believe you…”
I shrugged. “Me neither.”
He twisted his neck to meet my eye. “Say again?”
I licked my lips and kissed his jaw. “Let’s just say Bruce wasn’t a particularly enthusiastic partner. He’s was totally fine with me going down on him, but not in the least interested in returning the favor, so I didn’t offer more than once.”
“He was… is a fucking moron.”
I giggled. “Maybe.”
He stroked my cheek. “No maybe about it. You taste incredible, babe. And what you did just then was better than any I’ve had before. You’re the first to swallow.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah,” Dallas said. “I can finish inside you, though, babe. You don’t have to go all the way.”
I blushed again. “I like it.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“I’m not,” I said. “I can’t really explain it, but with you I feel safe. I love your body and I love sucking you off and all that it entails.”
“Yeah, well, you’re amazing at it.”
“I am?”
He chuckled. “Hell yeah.”
“In that case, can I do it again?”
Dallas took in a deep breath as I cupped him. “Have at it, baby.”
I grinned and had at it.
* * *
Dallas made love to me again before he turned the lights out and pulled me up against him to sleep.
“Do you really have to go tomorrow?” I whispered.
“I really have to go tomorrow. I can’t get the promotion if I don’t take the exam, and they’re giving us a certain amount of time to get it done, or we have to wait another year. Brock and Jax have already taken it, so if I don’t want to be left behind, I have to do it, baby, I’m sorry.”
“No, I get why,” I rushed to say. “I just don’t know how I’m going to be away from you for two days.”
“Ditto.” He chuckled. “But I’ll make it up to you when I get back. We’ll have the whole weekend together and I thought we could hike up Multnomah Falls on Saturday.”
“That sounds fun.”
“Yeah, it does.” He kissed my shoulder. “Have you set up your new voicemail yet?”
I’d treated myself to a new phone for my birthday three weeks ago, and if my last phone was any indication, my voicemail would stay the stock one until I bought a new phone.
“Damn it,” I groaned. “No.”
“Do it now, babe.”
“I hate recording my voice.”
He gave my bottom a playful smack. I squealed and shifted away from him. He quickly pulled me back. “If you record it, I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Oh, really?”
He reached around me and cupped a breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I let out a quiet mewl.
“Do it now, baby,” he said, and kissed my neck.
I groaned. “Fine.”
I reached for my phone and pressed the buttons to get to my voicemail. He grinned.
“You’ve reached Macey. I’m obviously doing something incredibly important like saving a life or washing my hair, so leave a message and I’ll call you back… and if this is Dallas, well, you know what to do.”
I hung up and Dallas laughed. “Every time I hear that message, I’m gonna get hard.”
“Good,” I said. “It’ll serve you right.”
“One more best, baby, and then you need to sleep.”
“I thought you were going to make that message worth my while.”
“Well, I can do that too,” he said.
I giggled. “Best champagne ever,” I said.
“Dom.”
“Dom?”
“Dom Perignon.” He stroked my hair. “You?”
“I have only ever had sparkling wine, and I know the difference because you so graciously pointed that out in high school.”
My family didn’t have much in the way of money and I often pretended to know more than I did… at least I tried. If Dallas was anywhere near me, he’d correct me, especially when it had to do with all things money could buy.
He chuckled. “Sorry, babe. I was in my dick phase.”
“Oh, I’m aware.”
“You’ll have Dom one day.”
“So long as I don’t have a dom one day, it’s all good.”
Dallas slid a hand over my hip. “You might like it, Mace.”
I couldn’t stop a shiver. “With you maybe.”
“Well, yeah with me. No one else, baby. I’m it.”
I craned my neck to kiss him. “Heard you the first time.”
“Just checking.” He kissed me again and I scooted back, closer to him.
“Best blow job ever,” I retorted.
“You.”
“Good answer.”
Dallas gave me a gentle squeeze. “Best movie ever.”
“Troll 2,” I said.
He laughed so hard, he started choking. He sat up and brought his coughing under control. “Tell me you’re not serious.”
“I love that movie,” I said. “It’s almost as bad as Sharknado.”
“You got that right,” he said, and stretched out beside me again.
“I win.”
Dallas slid his arm around my waist. “You win this one. I’ll get you one day.”
I couldn’t stop a yawn. “Bring it.”
“Sleep or fun, baby?”
“Sleep I think.”
He kissed. “Night, honey.”
“‘Night.” I closed my eyes and smiled, succumbing to sleep faster than I typically did.