I decide to match naughty with naughty and get to my hands and knees on the mattress. Dallas reaches down to adjust himself over the sheet. “So, can I assume you’re choosing dare this time too?” There are more than a few things I could dare him to do right now.
But he surprises me by saying, “Maybe it’s time I go with the truth.”
I still, not quite sure what to think of that. I was fully expecting the dare. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I should use this opportunity to come straight out and ask him what’s in his headand what we’re going to do about us. Ask him if this game we’re playing is as dangerous as I’m beginning to fear it is.
Instead, I chicken out and crawl closer until our faces are only a foot apart. “Okay, Dally, tell me the truth then.” I drop a glance to his lap, where the sheet is tented, and then deliberately wet my bottom lip. His eyes follow the movement, just as I intended, and I drop my voice to a whisper. “Is that a pistol in your pocket, or do you like my new pjs?”
His answer is to lunge forward and tackle me to the bed. I outright giggle as he bites my neck and flexes his hips so his hard cock presses into my thigh.
“Is that answer enough, you little smartass?” he rasps against my throat before nipping at me again. I thread my fingers through his hair and wrap my legs around his hips, inviting his cock to nestle against my center. God, I love the feel of his warm, hard body on top of me.
He lifts his head, propping his weight on his elbows as he looks down at me with lazy eyes. I scan his face, taking in the laugh lines fanning from his eyes and the rough stubble dotted here and there with silver. Damn, he’s handsome. My fingernails graze the stubble, the sound making my thighs clench around him as I remember the feel of his whiskers between them.
His gaze flicks back and forth between my eyes, and his lips part. I can tell he’s about to say something weighty, but I can’t hear it. Not right now. I’m not ready for reality to crash in just yet. So, I lift my head and press my lips to his.
Being a red-blooded man, he’s easy to distract and is soon lost in the kiss just as deeply as I am. I moan into his mouth, my tongue dueling with his as I bury my fingers in his thick hair again. His hips jerk forward when my nails rake his scalp, and I can’t help laughing, but he swallows the sound and flips us so I’m straddling him.
“Let’s get you naked. I need to see what’s under those cock-tease pajamas.”
I grind down just to see his eyes roll into the back of his head. “You don’t remember? I think I might be insulted.”
“I just need a quick reminder,” he chokes out before slapping my ass hard enough I hop to it and strip off my top. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes turn liquid as he takes in my impressive rack.
I cup my own breasts and pinch both nipples to drive him crazy, and it seems I’ve pressed him a bit too far because his hand dives straight through the tulip vent at my left hip and cups my center from the side. His thumb graduated first in its class at detective school because it finds my clit without even trying. I’m already wet, so the pad of his thumb slides and circles easily, driving me into a frenzy.
I grind into him some more as he works my clit, but he’s not satisfied. My back hits the mattress again, and Dallas rises to his knees to yank my shorts off. His gaze turns almost feral at the sight of my swollen pussy—pink, wet, and ready for him.
The feather-light touch of his lips on the inside of my knee has my head falling back and my eyes drifting closed. At the brush of his stubble on my inner thigh, my back arches off the mattress and I grab ahold of a thick tuft of his hair. When his nose grazes my clit, already over sensitized from his attentions, I pull his hair. Hard.
He grunts just before spearing his tongue into my pussy. My hips fly off the bed, but he clamps them back down with firm hands and proceeds to devour me like I’m the last brownie in the pan—and a corner piece at that.
He feasts while I thrash and moan and whimper, my body drawing as tight as a cable on a suspension bridge. I’m ready to snap and come unraveled. And then I do, plunging over the edge and getting lost in my climax.
I haven’t even begun to catch my breath when Dallas kisses his way up my pubic bone to my belly and then my breasts. I open my eyes to find him looking down at me, traces of my own wetness on his lips and chin. He’s clearly unbothered as he says, “Your turn, Sweetness. Truth or dare?”
Chapter
Twenty-Two
NEVER MISS A GOOD CHANCE TO SHUT UP
Dallas
I finished the historical romance audiobook and started in on another one,Nailing and Caulking the Fixer-Upper. This one is right up my alley and also from this century. Maybe the reason my grand gesture failed is because I was basing it off of Victorian England, and this is the American South. Let’s hope I’m on the right path this time because everything has been going so well with Shelby. I can’t see a future without her in it.
And not as my best friend.
As my everything.
It’s the opening day for the annual Knockers County Fair in Hornville. We’ll take Ryder to it this weekend when he’s back from his mom’s. Shelby and I have been going to this thing together since we were fifteen.
Ridge refused to come because Tiff is still gone, though he doesn’t normally come even when she is in town. He’s at his best friend, Korbin’s, house, checking out a new horse. Skye hitched a ride with us, decked out in a saloon girl outfit that had Pops cringing. Fathers never like to see their baby girls in bustiers andfeathers, but Pops was smart enough not to say a word. Frankie and Morgan came in their own vehicle and are waiting for us outside the turnstiles to enter the fair.
“Are we ready to eat all the fried foods ’til we puke?” Frankie hollers, drawing chuckles from several people around us. Morgan claps, egging on her wife, which is highly inadvisable. As someone who grew up with Frankie, I know she doesn’t need any encouragement to be ridiculous. She thrives on eye rolls.
“I think I’ll stick to the chicken on a stick,” Shelby responds.
“Slap some deep-fried butter on it first,” Frankie adds. “And follow it with a deep-fried Twinkie.”
