adulations she’s memorized for this specific occasion.
I’d been confidently assuming I’d make her come at least twice if not more before I took my own release from her body, but I am caught off guard when Robyn’s walls begin launching an aggressive assault on my dick. Her pussy becomes a tight fist determined to milk me dry, and I lose myself in the push and the pull of it, coming right along with her as she spirals out into oblivion.
Letting go never felt so good.
12 | Robyn
DALLAS COLLAPSES ON MY BARE CHEST, OUR SWEAT-SLICK BODIES melding together like liquefied metal. My previously erected steel façade obviously had some weak areas I forgot to address. Particularly in the area around my vagina, it would seem.
As much as I want to chastise myself for letting this happen, the residual euphoria from being so thoroughly fucked won’t allow it.
Life is short and for the most part made up of experiences that fall into two categories: mind-blowing and non-mind-blowing. This one definitely falls into the former, so I can’t even bring myself to feel guilty.
“You okay?” Dallas is still catching his breath and so am I, but his voice sounds a lot steadier than mine likely will so I just nod my response. “I’m going to take care of this real quick. Be right back.”
He places a chaste kiss on the side of my mouth before hopping out of bed to deal with the condom.
“ ’Kay,” I mumble in my half-conscious stupor to his bare-assed retreating figure.
We should probably talk, or I should at least reassure him that I know this wasn’t about more than sex. I’ve known Dallas long enough to know that the moment any talk of feelings enters the equation he’ll get all weird and distant on me. That boy spends more time in his own head than anyone I know. Always has.
He’s not a boy anymore, my subconscious reminds me.
That’s for damn sure. The moment I felt his rough stubbled jaw rub against my inner thighs the way I’d been imagining since the first moment I saw him earlier tonight, I knew I was dealing with a much more lethal version of Dallas Lark.
He used to ask permission before doing anything to my body he was anxious to try out but wasn’t sure I’d be comfortable with. While that was sweet and considerate of him, this man he’s become, one who takes what he wants without asking, is pretty damn hot, too.
I feel the bed shift when he slips back in beside me
I’m shattered. Empty. Drained of all life-sustaining matter.
“Tired, babe?”
I think maybe I grunt something in response. Strong arms wrap around me and I’m cocooned in warmth.
Beam me up, God. Pretty sure I can die happy now.
“Sweet dreams, pretty girl,” Dallas whispers in my ear.
Maybe I’m already dreaming.
Waking up in a strange hotel room without any clothes on isn’t a familiar experience or one I have any requisite protocol for.
My senses come back to me slowly and one at a time.
I’m cold. Naked. And I can hear music playing softly from across the room.
It’s still dark outside, but there’s a lamp on in the room. I don’t see it but I can tell by the golden glow it emits.
My first instinct is to reach for my phone. Not just because that’s what I do every morning when I first wake up, but because I’m slightly concerned I might have to call for help.
The décor in the room isn’t familiar and just as I contemplate turning to see who’s playing music in the barely lit corner, my night comes back to me like a freight train barreling at full speed.
Dallas.
The concert.
The diner.
The slap heard ’round the world.
Okay, maybe just ’round the parking lot at Rosa’s Diner, but still.
And holy blueberries on oatmeal pancakes, the sex.
My muscles are sore and relaxed all at once. My entire body feels like it barely survived a Thai massage. Every tension-filled muscle knot has been steamrolled from existence. Naked between expensive hotel sheets I feel sexy and aroused and . . . alone.
I twist to the side as much as my aching body will allow and see Dallas sitting at the table. He’s writing furiously while most of his magnificently nude body is blocked by his guitar.
Hello.
All of my synapses begin firing away at once, demanding I somehow lure him back to bed. Immediately.
Conflicted emotions swirl into a dangerous storm inside me.
This was a mistake.
This was the hottest night of my life.
I’m going to regret