Page 89 of Crave Me

“Well, not so much you fucking the barrel house down to the damn ground, but you two fucking? Yep. I won,” Carter replies smugly.

I could die right here.

“This isn’t what it looks like . . .” I try to explain, even as Dallas’ cum leaks from me, sticking to the inside of my thighs.

Everyone looks at me almost identically. Like I’m the village idiot. Because what else could be happening that caused Dallas’ pants to be undone and the whiskey barrels to crash around us?

“It’s exactly what it looks like. So, you three mind? Why don’t you give us a fucking minute to put ourselves back together.”

“We need to fucking talk, dickhead. Do what you gotta do and meet me in my office. Now.” Sawyer points at his twin. Carter throws his head back in a laugh.

“I love being right. I fucking knew it!” He tries to fist-bump Liam, but he just rolls his eyes and follows Sawyer from the building, Carter right behind him.

My hands come up to cover my face, mortification sinking in. God. This looks terrible. I’m going to lose my damn job. I love my job. I’m just starting to fit in here and I don’t want to have to pick up and move again. If I’m going to lose my job over this, maybe I was never meant to be happy here in Aspen Ridge to begin with. Maybe I’m just not meant to be happy at all. Tears escape my eyes before I feel a pair of large hands clasp around my wrists, pulling them gently from my face. He releases me, only to move his hand under my chin, lifting so that I can meet his eyes.

“Hey, no. No tears. I only want your tears when I’m bringing you pleasure. This won’t do.”

I chuckle through my crying at his statement.

“I look like a hussy, Dallas. I just got caught sleeping with the boss.”

“I know that isn’t a good look, and I’m so sorry this is how they found out. After I talk to Sawyer, they won’t care.”

“I do! You’re the COO, Dallas. This isyourfamily’s business! You’re the man. I’m a female employee. Not to mention the new girl! Jesus. I’m an idiot. Holy shit, I’m a fucking idiot. This is a bad look. If word gets around, which I’m sure it will, I’ll look like a whore. There’s no getting around that.”

He moves his hands to grasp my head, holding me still and forcing me to look at him.

“Listen to me. No one who works here is going to think that, and if they do, I’ll fucking fire them. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, princess. Fuck everything else.”

I step out of his hold and he lets me, not wanting to be swayed by the way his body muddles my brain.

“I need to get back to work,” I say firmly as I wipe away the tears and straighten my spine, prepared to hold myself together alone like I always do. “I’m sorry about this disaster.” I motion to the dozens of whiskey barrels knocked over. He doesn’t say anything as I walk from the building, feeling his eyes on me the entire way.

What the hell have I done?

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Dallas

“What the fuck were you thinking, dumbass?”

“So, dickhead is out then? We’re back to Dumbass Dallas now, huh?”

I pull out my phone and open up the group chat.

“What the fuck are you doing, Dallas?”

I hold up my pointer finger in Sawyer’s direction. “Hold, please. Just . . . got to . . . there.”

Me:

FYI dickhead is out dumbass is back in.

“Okay, please, continue,” I say as his phone vibrates on the desk in front of him. He picks it up and no doubt reads my message.

“Really?” he chides.

I roll my eyes, spreading my legs in my chair and relaxing backward. Might as well be comfortable for this lecture.

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