Dallas [Wolfe Brothers 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (3 page)

“I’m good.” Dallas watched her walk out of the room. He looked at the locks on the doors then went to check out the basement. He shook his head. He wondered what kind of playroom she had in the basement—a pool table or a sexual dungeon. Smiling, he shook his head. He really couldn’t see her in any dungeon.

She came out of the bathroom fully dressed with her hair wet. He’d never seen someone voluntarily wear jeans and a T-shirt to bed, but there she was.

“What’s down the stairs?” he asked as she sat down on the sofa.

“A basement.” She looked at him like he was nuts.

“What’s in the basement?”

“A bathroom, bedroom area, and a kitchen with some shelves. The last owner’s wife was into canning foods and stuff.”

“You’ve never been in there?” He was incredulous.

“Just when I toured the house. I haven’t lived here long, and it needs some serious cleaning. There’s no furniture either.”

“Do you have plans for tomorrow night?” She shook her head no. “Good, you can come to the bar with me tomorrow night. Just stay out of the dun—uh, lower level, okay?”

“Dallas, there’s no need for all of this! I swear I could kill Craig right now.” She was beginning to feel threatened, but not in the same way she had with Ledbetter. The only problem was she knew he wasn’t interested in her. He just wanted to be her keeper until her family could get there.

“People care about you. Get over it.” He grabbed his bag and headed for the shower. “It’s my turn. Stay in the house and keep the doors locked.”

He’d left the bathroom door open. She could tell by the sound of the water. She wanted to try to peek but forced herself to stay seated. There were some things she was just better off not knowing, and whether or not his package was as big as it looked in those jeans was one of them.

When he returned, he was wearing a pair of boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. They seemed to outline every ridge of his cock. His chest was muscular and had a diamond of dark brown hair that spanned his nipples before narrowing down to a happy trail. His right nipple was pierced with a balled hoop. She wanted to slide her tongue into the hoop and tug, wanted to use her tongue to follow his happy trail to “the pot of gold,” and she wanted to take him into her mouth.

“Dammit, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll bend you over the arm of this sofa and fuck you till neither one of us can walk!” Her eyes flew up to his, and she couldn’t miss the ruddy color that highlighted his cheeks. “You’re not a damned kid anymore, Cristal. I don’t have to hold back now. You need to tread softly.”

She nodded her understanding but couldn’t pull her eyes away from his. She could have sworn he was looking into her soul where she kept everything buried. She didn’t need or want him there. “Let me go get a pillow and a blanket, and I’ll let you get to bed.”

He shook his head. “Come on. You said that there’s only one bed in this house. You’re not sleeping on the floor or the sofa. I’m sure I can control myself if you can.”

“Yes, Dallas, I know you wouldn’t have any problems staying away from me. I remember what you told me. I’m not woman enough for you or any other man.” She stretched out on the sofa with an afghan off the back of the sofa. “I’ll be fine here.”

One minute she was lying on the sofa, the next she was in his arms as he carried her into her bedroom. She didn’t even get a chance to fight. He kept her locked tight in his arms. Her bedroom was small. The queen-sized bed would be a tight fit for him much less for the two of them. He tossed her onto the black comforter.

“Get ready for bed.”

“I am.”

“There is no way in hell you sleep in jeans and a T-shirt every night,” he roared back at her. “Put your nightgown on.”

“I sleep in the nude, Dallas. I’m not doing that with you here.”

“Is that your final say, CC?”

“Yes.” All the anger she’d felt over their “incident” years ago wasn’t enough to keep those feelings from resurfacing. All those times that she’d fantasized about being with him, of letting him look at her and touch her, and of her getting to touch him came flooding back to her. Would she be such a horrible person if she allowed herself this one opportunity to see if he was better than all those fantasies she’d had?

“So be it.” He held her down with one arm as he used the other one to strip her jeans off her legs. The lacy thong she wore did little to hide her bare flesh from his gaze. She struggled against him, but there wasn’t much she could do against his strength and size. She closed her eyes.

“Can you please turn the light off,” she whispered as she felt his hands tracing over her flesh. She wasn’t fat, but her stomach was a little pudgy, and her thighs were thick. Now she remembered why she should have been hitting the gym every night.

“I will, but not yet.” His hands slid under her shirt, pulling it up as he went. “I need to see you, sweetness.”

She closed her eyes tight. She didn’t want to see the disgust in his eyes. Gone was the willowy figure from her youth and the blemish-free skin that she’d had so many compliments on. In its place was a fuller-figured woman that wouldn’t turn a man like him on.

His hands moved to her chest where he unclasped the front closure to her bra. Her pierced breasts swung free from their restraints. “When did you do this?” His fingers traced over the butterfly nipple rings she wore.

She smiled at him. “The day I turned eighteen I had my piercings done.” His fingers smoothed the lines from her nipples to her pierced belly button with its ruby stone centered inside. He fingered the edges of her thong before he pulled and shredded the material.

“Sit up.” She shook her head at him again. They were definitely going to have to have a talk about following directions. He hauled her up before him and turned her around so he could see her. “Son of a bitch!” He smiled as he saw the tramp stamp on her lower back. There was a pair of beautifully inked wolves howling at the moon. He liked the design. It reminded him of his own tattoos. “Now, climb under the damned covers so we can sleep.”

“I can’t sleep with you in here.” She could feel the heat of his body near hers. He must be a damned furnace. The urge to run her fingers over his body, to not only touch but taste every single inch, was almost impossible to ignore.

“Why not?”

“I know you’re still not interested—I’m not trying to say you are, but honestly I can’t sleep with someone else in the room.” How else could she explain the temptation he presented her with without actually telling him that she still wanted him? She was grasping at straws, and she knew it.

“Your lover must really appreciate being kicked out of your bed every night.”

“Bite me!”

“Don’t tempt me. I’d love to bite down on those pretty nipples.” He closed his eyes briefly to regain his sanity. She was going to drive him nuts. “Lie down, sweetness. It’s sleep time.”

Reluctantly, she obeyed him. It wasn’t like it was doing her any damned good to argue with him. He ignored her. She’d wait until he was asleep then grab her clothes and sleep in the living room. She crawled over to the side of the bed and pulled the comforter back so she could climb in. Hugging her side of the bed, she tried to give him as much room as possible.

Dallas rolled his eyes. This shit was ridiculous. He snaked his arm around her and pulled her close to him. He laid her head on his chest and kept her tight against him until he felt her relax into sleep. At that point, he allowed himself to sleep as well.

She whimpered as she watched him. He had her tied up to the bed. Dallas’s eyes roved over every inch of her. “Are you ready for me, slave?”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

“Where do you want me?”

“Wherever master needs to take me,” she replied as she lifted her naked pelvis to him.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded as he placed the head of his cock against her lips. She reached out to stroke him with her tongue and moaned as his essence filled her mouth. He tasted so damned good. She twirled her tongue around his shaft as he sank deeply into her mouth. “That’s right, sweetness—suck my dick.” His fingers reached out to tease her clit. She arched against his hand as she whimpered against him.

She was moaning and twisting against him. He could feel her wet pussy rubbing against his leg. Son of a bitch, he was going to come if she didn’t fucking stop. He shook her gently. Her eyes opened as the dream faded away. He could feel her heart racing in her chest, and see her hard nipples that begged for his mouth.

“Are you okay now?”

What the hell happened? She’d been having a great dream of having him in her mouth and his fingers on her clit, and he woke her up! Damn him!

“I think so. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Was it a good dream?”

She scooted back over to her side of the bed. “Yeah, it was okay.”

“Just okay? You were rubbing off on my leg, and it was only okay?”

“What?” His grin, sexy and wicked, told her that he wasn’t just teasing her. She’d been so caught up in the dream that she’d been…Oh damn! What else could go wrong?

“Your lover must not give you what you need, sweetness.” His hand reached out and tweaked her still hard nipple. She gasped as the sensation went straight to her clit. “Maybe you need a better man.”

“BOB is fine. We get along great. He gets me off then shuts the hell up.” His finger twisted her nipple a little rougher.

“Then why are you so hot for me?”

“Dallas, you’re so conceited! I never said I was dreaming about you. You were just a prop, so to speak, to help me get off.”

His lips thinned into a tight line. “Is that so? Let’s see if I can change your mind about that.”

“But you said I wasn’t woman enough to interest you,” she reminded him yet again.

“I said that seven fucking years ago. Dammit, I was trying to keep you away.”

“Hell, you got what you wanted. I stayed away.”

“You think I got what I wanted?” He moved so that she was under him. “I wanted to be buried inside your body. I wanted to fuck you so bad that I had a constant hard-on.” He pulled her hands over her head and pinned them there with one of his hands. “I still do.” His lips crashed down onto hers, absorbing any comment that she had planned to make. The hard-on in question was huge against her.

She moaned against his mouth, but she didn’t know if it was in protest or welcome. He was trying to take over for her, and she didn’t want to give up control to him, but his mouth felt like heaven as his lips toyed with hers. “Open your mouth, CC.” His teeth nipped her lower lip. “Let me in.”

Her brain died. There was no other reason that she opened to him, allowed him to push his way into her mouth, and let him control her that way, but she did. He slid his legs between hers as he continued to slide in and out of her mouth as he pushed his cock against her cunt. With each thrust, she felt her arousal notch a little higher.

Technically, she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She and her little purple friend had taken care of that after he’d warned her away from him. However, she’d never had a real lover, and there was no way in hell that she was going to tell Dallas that. Instead, she enjoyed the feelings he was fueling in her body.

“Keep your hands right there,” he directed before he released her arms. He sat up between her legs, and his cock had come out of the waistband of his boxers.

She wanted to touch him, wanted to feel his hard cock in her hand, taste him in her mouth, and she reached for him but was brought up short when he got off the bed.

“I told you not to move your hands. Put them above your head and leave them.” When she did as he ordered without talking, he shook his head. “I want you to say ‘yes, sir’ or ‘yes, Dallas’ when I give you an order.”

“Yes, Dallas.” She arched her body up, teasing him with it. She smiled when she heard him curse under his breath. All the pent up longing she’d had over the last ten years came flooding through her. She forgot all the reasons she needed to distance herself from him and focused on the only man she’d ever wanted. “I need you, Dallas.”

Fuck, his cock got even harder. He removed his boxers. He hated sleeping in them anyway—he’d only done it for her. He slid his hand down his cock, stroking it while he watched her gasp and spread her legs for him. He needed to be buried in her bare pussy, needed to feel her tight walls milking his cock.

He lay down beside her on the bed. “Don’t move, CC,” he ordered as he slid his hand down from her neck to her thighs and back again. “Do you know how sexy your breasts are? I like your butterflies,” he said before leaning down to lick a firmly beaded nipple. He sucked the tight peak between his teeth and nipped her gently before turning to the other one. His mouth moved down her body, kissing and sucking at her flesh until he came to her bare cunt.

He knelt between her legs and spread her thighs wide. Oh damn! He moaned as he glanced at her clit. The hood was pierced with a bar with a ruby colored ball on each end. “You had this one done then, too?” he asked as he fingered the bar, teasing her already hard clit.

“Yes, Dallas,” she moaned as she lifted her legs in the air and spread her pussy for him.

“Why?”

“Because no one can see it, but I know it’s there.” Her eyes held his. “They make me feel sexy and naughty at the same time.”