Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,23

last few days Dallas had made me feel less crazy and more centered than I’d felt in a long damn time.

We walked down the hard-packed sand for a bit while the sun set. The rainbow of colors that lit the sky shortly afterward were gorgeous, and I wished it would last a while longer, but all too soon, we were left with just the starlight above us. The darkness didn’t bother me, and it sure as hell didn’t seem to upset Dallas. I was also relieved that the setting sun had emptied the few remaining people on the beach. It was just him and me here now. I watched as he playfully ran from the waves that slid a little too close to his feet and dodge holes that were likely dug out by kids earlier in the day and hadn’t been refilled. Dallas finally stopped walking when he saw a spot up by the cliffs that he seemed to like for some reason.

I followed him up a slight incline to the soft sand at the base of the cliffs, and he spread out the blanket he’d held under his arm. He dropped down onto his ass a moment later and pulled out the weed bowl and a lighter from his pocket to spark it up. Dallas pressed a little more pot into the bowl, then lit it as I plopped down beside him. We sat cross-legged on the blanket in silence and quietly passed the bowl back and forth until I was so baked I lay back on the blanket with my arms over my head and stared blankly at the stars. The twinkling vast nothingness had me mesmerized until Dallas finally broke the silence that hung between us.

“Let me know if you see any aliens do a flyover.” Dallas teased.

I rolled my head to look at him and tried to arrange his words in my mind to have them make sense. “Is that supposed to be a real thing?” Dallas burst out laughing.

“You’ve never seen an alien spacecraft fly through the night sky?” Dallas asked and then a teasing grin relaxed his face. “We’ve got perfect viewing conditions tonight to see them, so keep an eye out.”

“Quit messing with me when I’m stoned,” I reprimanded him and sat up part way to give him a good shove.

Dallas turned slightly and pushed me back, then we started wrestling in an odd configuration of tangled limbs until he ended up straddled across my hips with me flat on my back. He held my hands pinned over my head, and I tested the restriction of his hold with a quick jerk of my arms. They didn’t budge, and Dallas smiled down at me. I could barely see his features in what little light we had, but he still made my stomach do that weird flip-flop whenever he was this close. Then he dropped down to rest his weight on his forearms, and I felt his erection slide over my own.

Fuck, there was no way he couldn’t feel the rod I had tenting my pants, which I’m sure was totally the point of why he started to grind against me, and when those incredible lips of his returned to feast on mine, I was done. In that moment, there was no stress about the Apex gig or apprehension over if we were ready to do an arena show the size of Rocktoberfest. It was just Dallas and me sharing something powerfully erotic, and absolutely nothing else mattered.

Chapter Eight

I watched Dallas lick his lips, then everything changed. The grip he had on my wrists turned into him lacing our fingers together, and when his lips covered mine again, my brain turned to mush. I went from zero to sixty in half a second every time we kissed. The force of adrenaline that pumped through my veins made my heart feel like it would explode right out of my chest.

He licked and nipped at my lips and jaw and then used his sinful tongue to probe inside, and all I did was open my mouth wider, like a baby bird begging for food. In this case, I was pleading for relief of some sort. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was that I wanted or how to even ask for it since this was a dude grinding on top of me and not a girl.

The friction Dallas created between us was intense. I kept waiting to smell smoke from our jeans igniting into flames