Chapter
Sixteen
HOTTER THAN THE HINGES ON THE GATES OF HELL
Dallas
Earmuffs made of breasts is not where I saw my evening going, but you ain’t gonna hear me complaining. Shelby is a fucking wildcat, her nails raking up my back one moment and then suddenly her hands are shoving between us to get to my dick, the one part of me that isn’t stunned and confused. He knows exactly what he wants, and this is familiar territory for him.
Me, though, the part of my brain that still has blood flow, is taking a super annoying step back. Applying the brakes. Waving a cautionary red flag. I lift my head from Shelby’s incredible breasts right as she gets one hand wrapped around my cock. I gasp, head lurching forward, right back onto the softest landing I’ve ever laid my forehead on.
“Shelby.” My voice is strangled, not my own. “Wait!”
She freezes, her grip so tight I’m seeing stars. I lift my head and see her biting her bottom lip, uncertainty beginning to lift the heavy fog of need between us.
I release her hips and grab her face, tilting her gaze up from where she’s staring at my dick in her hand. Her gaze finallylocks with mine. “Hey,” I continue softly. “I…I just need to know you’re not drunk. That you won’t regret this tomorrow.”Because that would kill me, I don’t say out loud.
If my dick could groan with disappointment, he would. Since when do I ask twice? If the woman’s ready and willing, what the fuck am I doing? Any other time, I’d already be pounding inside this woman, a whole night of fun in front of us. I don’t normally think things through like this, and while this is a new habit for me, I feel like if there’s one time in my life when I should do things the right way, it’s with Shelby. The woman I’ve been best friends with for decades. The woman I think I’m in love with. She deserves nothing less.
“I had a few beers tonight, Dally. You know it’d take a whole keg of that piss water to take me out.”
I’m grinning like an idiot now. “One of the many things I love about you.”
Shelby sucks in a slight breath but plows ahead. “Can I fuck you now?”
My dick pulses at her offer, and she feels it. The little minx runs her thumb across the throbbing tip, and I nearly come in her hand. Then she releases me and brings her hand up to her face, her tongue darting out to lick her thumb. I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my head in her breasts.
Dear God, that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a woman do. Don’t let me embarrass myself.
As far as prayers go, I’m sure the big guy upstairs has more important things to do, but in my world, this is the most important night of my life.
“Well?” Shelby says, rocking her hips like she’s riding the damn mechanical bull at Knockin’ Boots.
“Y-yes,” I manage to answer. Except I need to lay this woman down and take my time memorizing every inch I’ve neverallowed myself to see. I want to taste every secret place. My teeth need to know the exact pressure that makes her breath hitch.
Shelby doesn’t miss a beat. She slides off my lap and stands next to the bed. Her hands go to the fly of her jeans, and in a split second, they’re undone. She goes to shove them off of her, but I stop her again.
“Wait!” She gives me a look I’ve only seen her give unruly livestock that make her job harder. “Turn around, honey.” I strip off my boxers and try to strangle my dick into submission before I embarrass myself.
Her irritation shifts to uncertainty, even as her gaze flits down to where I’m gripping myself.
“I wanna peel these jeans off your gorgeous ass,” I explain.
Shelby manages a huff, even though I can see how hard she’s breathing in response to my request. She turns but doesn’t wait for me. She shoves the jeans down over her hips, and I rush to take over, my hands on hers, slowing her down. Damn, she’s in such a hurry. I like a woman to know what she wants but give me a goddamn second to enjoy the masterpiece in front of me.
“Easy,” I murmur, appreciating every inch of skin that gets exposed as the denim slides down her legs. She’s wearing black lace panties that show more than they cover. I groan, dropping my face to her backside and biting one glorious cheek. She squeaks and nearly jumps out of my hold. “You been hiding these pretty panties all this time?”
“Dallas,” she breathes, now kicking off one leg of the jeans before spinning around to face me and kicking off the other.
My bottom lip rolls. “Don’t take away my fun, woman.”
She shakes her head at my pout. “Don’t take awaymyfun. Give me that dick.”
Fuck yes. I love this woman. “I like the way you need my dick.”
My grin drops though as my gaze takes in the rest of her standing before me. Black panties hiding the last place I haven’t seen. Freed breasts lifting and falling with each rushed breath. Hair a glorious, disheveled mess. Lips already swollen from our kiss.
And the jagged scar running up the length of her torso. I’ve never gotten a really good look at it. Shelby always wears one-piece swimsuits and otherwise doesn’t show her stomach in clothing. Not even to me.
