“Fuck, Dallas!” she screams.
I grip her again, picking up the pace until I’m fucking her like a wild bronc on steroids. I’m so close to the edge, it’s killing me.
“You feel so fucking good,” I grunt, sweat dripping from my forehead.
Her ass presses against me, her pussy clenches my cock, and she’s screaming my name one final time before we both unravel together, collapsing in a heap of limbs on the bed. Our legs entangle as we wrap ourselves in each other, her skin laced with sweat.
“Wow,” she pants.
I roll to face her, cupping her cheek in my palm as I trail my fingers across the scattering of freckles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Annabeth,” I tell her.
Heat floods her cheeks, the pink flush only accentuating the emeralds that gaze back at me. I’m lost for a moment, transported into another dimension as I lie here with her, curling my fingers through her bubblegum-coloured hair.
“Thank you,” she says, biting that damn lip again.
“You know what that lip bite does to me,” I growl, pulling her into me. Her nose crinkles as she giggles, the sound sending blood straight to my dick. “You’re in trouble now,” I warn her.
Delicate fingers trail across my chest and over my jawline until her palm cups my face. She leans in, placing the sweetest kiss on my cheek. It’s utterly adorable that she thinks being cute is going to save her. I will not be held accountable for who I become when this woman bites her damn lip at me – she’s been warned.
And sheknowsexactly what she’s done, because she’s smirking at me with a wicked glint in her eye that tells me that she’s wholeheartedly prepared to suffer the consequences. I don’t care that we’re supposed to have left half an hour ago, we’ll get there when we get there.
“Come here.” I grip her arms, pinning her beneath me as I bury my face in her neck.
Twenty
Annabeth
We finally make it to the rodeo, the festivities already well underway as we pull into the packed car park. My hand rests on Dallas’s thigh the entire way.
“Hey,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“Come closer,” I tell him, and he leans across the cab of his ute until his face almost reaches mine, our noses brushing slightly.
“Last time you told me to come closer, you ended up on top of me, andverynaked,” he teases me.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
And kiss me. He. Does.
We stroll through the car park hand in hand. Dallas refusing to not be near me is rapidly becoming my favourite thing. The way his eyes follow me, how his pace steadies to meet mine so we’re walking side by side, the way his fingers perfectly interlock with mine. This is our firstofficialpublic outing, and it’s only now that I realise this may not have been the optimal reveal setting…
Dallas whispers in my ear that he’s going to the bar, kissing my cheek before leaving me to continue my way towards our friends. I don’t like how empty my hand feels now.
“There you are, we were starting to think you ditched us!” Ella’s voice rings out from the grandstand where she’s waving her arms wildly to draw my attention. She’s at the end of the row, Hannah and the Carters filling the aisle to her right. I smile to myself as I take the stairs two at a time until I reach them.
“And where didyourun off to?” Hannah pipes in from where she’s sitting, River’s son bouncing happily on her lap.
“I told you. To wrangle myself a damn cowboy,” I announce. And as if the universe came to my aid, Dallas appears beside me, two beers in hand.
“I present, the cowboy!” I exclaim, taking the beer and making a toast gesture towards the group.
“Well, I’ll be fucked,” Jonas hollers.
“Good on ya, Dallas. It’s the ones with fancy hair you gotta nail down quickly,” Teddy adds, sending a gentlemanly nod in his direction.
