Page 76 of Crave Me

“Fuck you!” Liam spits.

“Dinner, heathens!” Amy calls from upstairs.

Everyone except Sawyer and Liam, who are currently locked around each other in some weird positions on the ground, look at each other, unsure whether or not to leave them here. Dallas walks over and ushers us up the stairs, making the decision for us.

“Liam’s been looking for a fight. He’s working through some shit. He’ll be fine once he burns some energy. Go get started, we’ll be right up.”

“Dal . . .” Ivy hesitates, Sawyer and Liam banging around behind us.

“He’ll be fine, Iv. Don’t worry about it.”

“They’re fine. Annoying, but fine. Let’s go eat. It smells delicious.” Once we’re at the halfway point on the stairs, Kinsey turns and bolts back down, yelling, “Liam! Mom made your favorite!”

Dinner gets started with everyone but the four boys who stayed downstairs to work through whatever issues are weighing on them. One of the pies is passed around, each of us taking some out before passing it on.

“It’s nice of you to join us again, Blaire,” Dallas’ dad, Craig, tells me, and my cheeks warm. His voice has a bit of a slur from his strokes, but he is the most genuinely sweet, kind, soft-spoken man. It’s hard to believe he could have an overly protective, growly side like his sons.

“Thank you, sir, it’s so nice to be here again. You have such a lovely family.” I finish my sentence as the four boys shove each other through the narrow entryway into the dining room like a group of wild teenagers.

“Lovely, huh? My children are feral animals, Blaire, you don’t have to be so formal. We know better than anyone that it’s utter chaos.”

“Except for me, I never do anything wrong because they’re all too busy taking center stage,” Kinsey adds.

We all eat and catch up. I don’t bother asking about why Reid is a no-show again, because I know he can’t bring himself to come.

After dinner and cleaning up, I excuse myself to the bathroom. Not having closed the door all the way yet, Dallas pushes it openand steps in, locking it behind us and trapping me in here with him.

“What are you doing? Get out!” I panic.

“Princess, I have been cornering you in bathrooms for months.” He drops to his knees in front of me and rubs his hand up my legs, stopping at my thighs. “You should expect nothing less by now. Now let me see that pretty pussy,” he says as he looks up at me from his knees, already starting to hike up my dress and pull down my tights.

“Dallas, we can’t, someone will find us.”

“Better come quick then. You know I can get you off with my mouth in under a minute.”

Without waiting for my reply, he lifts and hooks my leg over his shoulder, spreads me wide with his thumbs, and suctions his mouth around my pussy, nearly making my knee give out. I love when he does this. I lose myself to the sensation, his lips pulsing little sucks around me. I brace myself on the bathroom sink, letting him devour me the way that I know he loves. Footsteps walk past the room, and I stiffen, covering my mouth with my hand. Looking down at him on his knees, he is completely unfazed. Two fingers press inside me, curling toward my stomach, and within another moment, I’m coming. Wetness pools between my legs, soaking around his fingers. He licks me through it before pulling his fingers out and putting them in his mouth, sucking my arousal off of them, in an erotic display of obsession.

“Fucking delicious.”

“You’re the worst, ever,” I say through panted breaths. “I need to get back out there before someone comes looking for one of us.”

He pulls up my panties and tights and fixes my dress, putting me back together. I turn to look in the mirror, making sure my face doesn’t screamrecent orgasm by mouth,when Dallasstands directly behind me. His hands move to my waist, pulling me lightly flush against him.

I meet his eyes in the mirror, before looking over both of us, loving what I see reflected back at me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Dallas

Leaning against the wall, I watch Blaire as she speaks to a group of tourists before taking them to the tasting room. They can’t help but be captivated by her effortless charm and warmth, and I feel jealous that they get her time. Despite life’s relentless attack on her, her light isn’t dim from the unfair hand she’s been given. Her resilience and strength leave me in awe of her. She’s such a goddamn light.

Knowing her schedule, I jump in my car and drive ten minutes into town to grab us both a cup of coffee. Once I’m back at the office, I scrawl out a message for her and leave it on her desk. Focusing on my work and preparing for a meeting with Liam and our operations team, I lose track of time until Blaire walks through my door.

“You wanted to see me, Dallas?”

She walks into my office, her Bean Haven coffee cup in her hand. She’s wearing a sage-green sweater dress today, paired with a cream cardigan and leather knee-high boots. She’s breathtaking. Her hair is pinned up high in a bun with loose curls falling free around her face. Her beauty stuns me silent for a moment.

“Yeah, I do. Lock the door.”

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