Page 27 of The Fall

“It’s incredible and nothing like it is here. It makes our corner of the world seem so small. There is so much potential bursting out of it. I think you’d love it.”

“Maybe…probably,” she said, lost in thought.

“Then again, you are a true Texan. So damn proud to be from this fucking state with no plans of ever leaving,” I teased. “Even your name suits you.”

Before she could attack me for that, I lifted her to her feet. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

“Are you going to do this every night?” she asked as she leaned in close, and I played with the tips of her long hair as I trailed my fingers down her back, pulling her closer to me. “Maybe, if you want me to.”

“Hmmm, kind of a boyfriend-type thing to do, isn’t it?” I avoided her question, leading with mine.

“Coming to my toga party tomorrow night?”

“Maybe,” she said, glancing my way with a smile.

“You should, Dallas.”

“Why is that?”

“’Cause I’ll be there,” I said, slowing to a stop at her dorm.

She turned to me playfully. “Oh, well, when you put it that way, meh…and change clothes would you. You look like a bible salesman.” She hurried up the steps as she chuckled.

“Just come, okay? We can tilt a few beers back, and I want to talk to you.”

“About what?” she asked as I admired her from the bottom of the steps. She had on a sweater dress that outlined her curves perfectly and tight black leggings that I dreamt of ripping off of her all day.

“There’s just something I want to talk to you about.” She heard the hint of seriousness in my voice. “It’s important.”

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

I sat on my throne, wrapped in a fucking white sheet, my look complete with a golden Caesar crown, holding an oversized chalice full of beer as I waited for Dallas. I watched the swarm of people around me, completely disinterested and knowing I’d been stood up. I had texted her twice with no response. My aggravation grew as the beer failed to numb me, and the idiots around me raised total hell. So far tonight, we had put out two potential fires, taped up three broken windows, and now I was stuck watching two bikini-clad girls fight in a plastic pool filled with grapes. I was supposed to be judging the winner, but instead of paying attention, I was fuming.

Relief turned to disbelief when I heard the cat calls at her arrival and Rob’s “HOT DAMN DALLAS!” as she came into view.

Taking her in, my body went completely stiff, and a hunger I’d never felt pulsed through me. She was covered from head to toe in gold. Golden sandals, golden dress, golden painted skin, even her long dark hair was sparkling. Her arms were covered in bracelets, and she wore a small crown of her own. She had painted her eyes heavily, Cleopatra style.

It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.

My mouth watered as I noticed the heavy cleavage and large amount of leg her dress revealed. My mind raced with possibilities, and I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was painfully hard. Her dorm mate, Cammie, was behind her and gave me a knowing smile as Dallas took the small step to stand before me in my chair.

Before I had a chance to speak, she planted herself on my lap, grinding her ass against my hard dick, and turned to the side, hooking her heels on the armrest, giving me a clear view of her perfectly toned legs. She looked up at me through her lashes, her perfectly painted lips beckoning me.

“Hey,” she said sweetly.

Possessiveness took hold as I scolded her. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting for hours,” I said, shifting so she couldn’t feel the evidence of what she was doing to me.

“Well,” she said, winking at Cammie, whom Rob was currently badgering. Cammie rolled her eyes in boredom as she handed him her cup. He didn’t have a chance in hell. “We took our time getting ready, and from what I can tell,” she said, looking dead at me with a knowing smirk, “you appreciate it.”

“You look beautiful, but I told you I wanted to talk to you,” I said, trying to keep from eyeing her legs.

“We will. I just got here. Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?” She leaned in so I got a clear shot of her chest, then grabbed my chalice, taking a long drink.

“It’s warm.” She wrinkled her nose and stood, making her way to the keg as I watched her with hungry eyes. Casey was the first to leap to her side, and I glared at him, unable to move due to the painful reminder in my groin. I willed the beast in me down as I finally joined her, and we walked around the party. We drank a few beers as we observed the out-of-control rager. The Greeks took their toga parties seriously, and my frat house was no exception. I was surprised we hadn’t been shut down.

Dallas’s eyes widened when the DJ put on an old-school rap mix, and she dragged me to the dance floor. I watched her move her hips seductively as she brushed her ass against my front, pulling me closer to her, her hands behind her on my hips. I snaked my arms around her, brushing my fingertips over her middle, and she molded into me. She leaned her head back as I cradled her, and I saw the want in her eyes. I brushed my lips against her temple as she continued to sway with me. We danced, glued together in a sweating, needy mess through three songs before taking a break, walking out to my porch with a fresh beer and some much-needed fresh air.

“This is fun,” she said, looking up at the night sky from the porch, her mascara smudged. I moved in front of her, wiping the smear away with my thumb.

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