Page 100 of Somewhere You Belong

Dallas pops the button on his jeans, shoving them down, along with his briefs, before stepping out of them and kicking them to theside, stroking his cock as he stares at me. “Stay right here.”

“Where are you going?” I ask as he walks away from me down a small hallway, but he doesn’t respond.

When he comes back, he’s holding a strip of condoms, and my body grows warmer and wetter watching his muscular form stalk toward me. He takes one off and tosses the rest on the dining room table before leading me over to one of the cushioned chairs at the table.

I watch him sit down, his cock standing proudly as he covers himself with the rubber, and then motions for me to join him. “Ride me, Willow.”

You don’t have to tell me twice.

I straddle his thighs as he drags his crown through my wetness, and when he lines himself up, I slowly sink down on him, joining us together as we both moan in unison.

“Fuck.”

“God, Dallas.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sink down further until he fills me completely. Our bodies are pressed together so tightly that his chest hair is rubbing against my nipples, creating the most glorious friction as I start to bob up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, Willow. Take me deep, beautiful.”

I lock eyes with his and swivel my hips, hitting that spot deep within me that makes an orgasm start to resurface.

“This is what you’ll be missing when you’re gone.” He buries his fist in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my neck to him. “And I’ll be missing this pussy.”

“Yes…”

“But that’s not all I’ll miss, Willow.” He drags his tongue along the column of my throat before wrapping his other hand around my waist. “I’ll miss the feel of you next to me, the sound of your voice, the way you let me in like no one else.”

He releases my hair and allows me to dip my head back down so our eyes meet. “You make me feel like I can,” I admit.

Smoothing away my hair from my face while I continue to move, he says, “I want you to feel that way, Willow, because you make me feel shit I’ve been avoiding for a long time.”

Dallas grips my hips and pushes me to ride him faster as I whisper back the truth, “You make me feel shit too.”

But those are the last words we speak as I move quicker and higher, chasing my release as Dallas grows more desperate. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, squeezing my breasts as he lavishes my nipples with his tongue. He moves one hand between us to find my clit, stroking the nub with just enough pressure that I feel my orgasm rush forward. And then I shatter a few thrusts later. Dallas roars out my name and joins me at the end.

“Fuck, Willow.” His large hands splay out on my back while I bury my face in his neck.

“I’m coming back, Dallas,” I murmur against him, feeling like I just ran a physical and emotional marathon.

“I know.” I feel his grip on me tighten. “But I still don’t want to let you go.”

Chapter seventeen

Dallas

The sound of the door jostling startles me from staring off into space for the hundredth time today. It’s been two days since Willow went back to D.C., and you’d think she broke up with me and flew halfway across the world with the way it’s hit me.

But that’s the thing—we aren’t in a relationship, and she’s only six hours away, but her life is up there and soon, she’ll be back there permanently.

I knew the reality when I gave in to my attraction toward her. I just never imagined that being without her would hit me this hard.

My pillowcases and sheets still smell like her—warm vanilla and citrus that grabbed hold of my lungs and refused to let go.

I found a piece of her blonde hair on my shirt the other day, and all I could think about is what she looked like on our date with her hair down around her face, and that cherry red lipstick that revealed the siren she truly is.

And when I ran by her house this morning just to check on things and the geese started chasing me in the sand, all I could do was fucking laugh.

Everything reminds me of her in some way, and there’s only one logical conclusion I can arrive at—I’m fucked up over this woman.

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