Chapter 22
Brittany
I could hear him yell to my father but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I went over to my window to peek out and watch their interaction, worried that my father would drive over Dalton and leave him flat on the sidewalk. Keeping out of sight behind my blinds, I strained my ears so that I could make out what Dalton was talking to my father about. The only word I could make out was marriage.
It scared me at first, flushing all the blood out of my brain and making my legs go weak. I was too young to think about such things, and I had only met Dalton recently. On top of that, Dalton still had a troubled past he was working through, and my life had just gotten very complicated now that I’d told my father I would no longer be following the predetermined path he had for me. My chest felt about ready to pop, as if someone was jamming too much air into it, or it was filled with carbonated liquid and a gremlin inside my chest had begun shaking it vigorously.
Then, just as suddenly as the panic had set it, it subsided. I pictured Dalton and me holding hands down at the harbor, our hair gray and rings hugging the fingers on our left hands. I smiled to myself, realizing that this fantasy was something I wanted. Why not, I asked myself, and even though Dalton was rough around the edges and was the opposite type of man that my parents approved of, I could only think of reasons why I should marry Dalton.
The first one was that he made me happy, made me feel like I was enough, and encouraged everything in me that I loved. The second was how much I loved him, and how much I knew he cared about me, and I knew that Talia would approve of this feeling we shared. A bonus reason, and one that I certainly didn’t need in order to be attracted to Dalton because I already wanted him so badly and it wouldn’t matter either way, was that if we were to marry then he would be able to gain access to his money, and we would piss off both sets of our parents.
My internal dialogue came to a halt as I heard Dalton’s footsteps approaching my door. The man who was willing to risk millions of dollars and his freedom to do what he thought and felt was right, the man who had defended my sister, the man who had helped me stand up to my father, the man who could look straight through me and see me for who I truly was, that man was walking to my door.
He knocked. I made my way to over and slowly unlocked it, the latch making a deep thud as I undid it. I opened the door.
Dalton pushed me back against the wall in the entryway to my apartment, closing the door as he did. His lips were on mine as he pressed his weight into me. His large, rough hands gripped me by my shoulders and slowly slid down to my waist, his callouses felt rough against my soft skin. He bit at my lower lip, sending a spasm down my thighs, and I could feel him getting harder against me.
I ran my hands around his hair that fell over his ears, pulling him harder against me. I pushed my tongue in and out of his mouth, then ran it over my teeth as I pulled back to look him in the eye. When our eyes met, lightning passed between them, electrocuting me until I could feel a slight wetness in my panties, and Dalton lifted me up to carry me to the bedroom.
He lay me down on the bed and swung a leg over me, straddling me as he removed his shirt. His tattoos glowed in the dim light peeking through the curtains, and I could see my sister’s name on his chest. I reached out and touched it, feeling how the tattoo bumped out at the lettering. He started to say something, but I put a finger to his lips.
“I want you, all of you,” I whispered.
“You can have all of me.” He wrapped his lips around my finger, sucking on it lightly to tease me on what was about to come, and then he leaned down to my waistline and lifted up my shirt slightly to kiss just below my belly button. He hooked his fingers into my waistband and began to pull down, slowly removing my pants. He scratched his short nails down the outer sides of my thighs, kissing my inner thighs starting at the knee and progressively getting closer to my panties. He kissed me through the fabric, and then hooked his fingers around the lace waistband to peel them off of me. He teased me first, slightly swirling his tongue around the outside before completely taking me in his mouth. When his tongue was inside me I moaned, slamming my hands against the wall behind me and arching my back. I could feel the vibrations of him moaning too, his nose and tongue massaging me.
“You taste amazing.” He groaned in pleasure as he started to kiss up my stomach and pull my shirt off. Soon, he had me pinned down, completely naked underneath him with his own pants still tight around his waist. He reached down and undid his belt and then he stood up off the bed to slide his pants down. He was hard and he was caught in his briefs because the fabric had gotten caught on his stiffness. When it was finally free it slapped hard against his lower abs. I leaned over and took him fully in my mouth, reaching around to grab his firm ass and squeeze. He pulled my hair as I moved my tongue around him, tasting him and teasing him.
“Get back on the bed,” he commanded, and I obeyed, letting him ease himself back on top of me. “Brittany, I want no one else. You make me whole again.”
“You light a fire inside of me,” I whispered back to him, and he plunged his lips into mine. We held each other, enjoying holding our breath together as we kissed passionately. Then, he slowly pressed himself into me, and I called out his name in pleasure so loud that I swore the entire building could hear me.
Our bodies slipped against each other as our sweat started to mix, our skin hot to the touch as his chest pressed down against mine. He pushed deep into me, his hands still lost in my hair until he started to explore my entire body. His fingers circled around my nipples, rolled down the curve of my breast and down my midriff. It was invigorating to have him all to myself and all over me. He pulled me up and on top of him, spanking me as he did, and told me to do whatever I wanted to him.
I rode him until he couldn’t take it anymore as I clawed at his chest and ran my hands over his muscles. His large biceps were solid as I grabbed them, feeling him throbbing inside me as he almost released our tension. Before he could, he lifted me up without separating our bodies and slammed me on my back against the soft bed, increasing his pace. We stared intensely into each other’s eyes, and he brought his right hand below my neck to cradle my head as he rammed into me.
My whole body started to shake, and I could feel heat flood my skin like fire engulfing me. At the same moment, my body quickly became sensitive. Dalton groaned in pleasure and whispered my name in my ear as he buried his face in my neck, unable to contain his ecstasy. He fell down on top of me and wrapped his arms completely around me, holding me tightly against him as we finished together.
We lay there, not moving from each other’s arms, enjoying our warmth as we breathed together.
“I’ll always be here, no matter what you do, or who you become. No matter what, I’ll always love you,” Dalton whispered.
Speechless and grinning like a fool, I turned to him and kissed him. He nuzzled his nose against mine.
I grinned against his skin. “I’ll always love you too, my bulldog.”