Dallas

by Claire Rhine

  I went to the bathroom to rinse my face off and brush my teeth with the packaged tooth brush I found in the drawer. When I got back to the room I realized I didn’t have anything to sleep in. I hoped Dallas’s sister kept a few clothes in the dresser.

  Sure enough there were a few t-shirts and some shorts. The shorts were a tad too small for my curves but there were a few shirts that looked large enough to cover my ass. I slipped on one that looked well worn. It was soft and if I wasn’t mistaken had faint scent of Dallas on it. It was large enough to be Dallas’s.

  I climbed under the sheets and tried to fall asleep.

  An hour later I was still wide awake and had another pounding headache. I padded down the hall to the bathroom to see if there was anything in the cabinet. Finding nothing I reluctantly went to Dallas’s room.

  The door was half open and the glow from a TV cast a blue shadow on a sleeping form.

  I knocked lightly. “Dallas?”

  There was no answer.

  I pushed the door open further. I felt silly walking into his room but I needed something for my headache if I was going to get any sleep tonight.

  “Dallas,” I called louder now at the foot of his bed.

  Dallas shot up to a sitting position. I stumbled back a few steps in surprise.

  “Shit, sorry Grace I didn’t mean to startle you. Is something wrong?” He rushing out of bed to stand in front of me.

  The glow from the TV cast the perfect amount of light on the chiseled muscle’s on his torso. He looked like a warrior with his chiseled strength, tan skin, and beard. I felt my nipples tighten and quickly crossed my arms in front of my bra free chest.

  “Um...” I said trying to find the words I needed. Dallas’s chest was not only making my nipples stand at attention but now I had lost all ability to form words.

  “Do you have anything for a headache?”

  “Yeah just a sec,” he said and walked into the bathroom attached to his room.

  He flipped the bathroom light on shedding enough light into the room to reveal a master bedroom with a huge king size bed. I eyed the rumpled sheets and despite my splitting headache my mind started to imagine all the things Dallas could do to me in his bed.

  “Here ya go. You want to watch some TV while these kick in?” Dallas asked as he dropped the pills into my outstretched hand.

  “Umm...”

  “I’ll be a complete gentleman. We can even make a pillow wall,” he grinned.

  Chapter 8

  Dallas

  Who the fuck had taken over my brain I wondered as Grace stood in my bedroom wearing one of my t-shirts. From the display of her erect nipples pushing against the fabric nothing but a shirt separated her breasts from touching my bare chest. I had the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, standing in my bedroom and I was promising I would keep my hands to myself.

  “Sure. You don’t need to make the pillow wall though. I think your bed is large enough to fit a small country between us,” she laughed.

  I woke before dawn with my arms wrapped around her. One hand held her perfectly round breast and the other had settled lower on her stomach holding her ass snug against my stiff cock.

  I slowly drew in a deep breath savoring her delicious scent. It was a combination of peaches and her unique musk. I could feel myself growing harder and it took all of my will power not to slide my hand below the waist band of her lacy underwear.

  I was contemplating getting up and jerking off in the shower when Grace’s small hand slid on top of mine and guided me to cup her lace clad pussy.

  “Dallas I need you,” she whispered.

  Not hesitating a moment I eased her onto her back and settled myself between her open thighs.

  “God I’ve wanted to taste you since the first time I saw you walk past my shop,” I growled before capturing her lips between mine. The moment our lips touched I knew I was done. No other man would touch her and no other woman could make me feel what I now felt with Grace.

  I quickly removed my shirt from her body to reveal a pair of perfectly rounded tits that fit perfectly in my palms. They had been sculpted for my hands. I could barely make out the dusty rose color of her nipples in the pre-dawn light but what I could see had me close to coming.

  I licked my tongue against one nipple and felt it hardened even more. Another swipe to the other nipple and Grace let out a satisfied moan.

  “You like that?” I asked swirling the tip of my tongue around one peak.

  “Yes,” she gasped when I blew cool air where my hot tongue had been.

  I slowly continued to play with each breast. Grace’s small body was a writhing hot mess under me.

  “Dallas I need you to fuck me,” Grace begged.

  “Not yet my love. I need to taste this first,” I said against her lips as I slide my hand down to cup her sex.

  I kissed my way down her body.

  “Oh god,” she moaned when my lips brushed her through the strip of lace covering her dripping pussy.

  Quickly removing the lacy scrap of cloth I settled myself between her thighs. I ran my tongue along her glistening cleft and growled when the sweet musky taste of her flooded my mouth.

  Grace’s hips bucked up with the contact. I splayed my hands over her hips to keep her in place and used my thumbs to open her folds and reveal her clit. I played with her clit like I played with her nipples. I took my time licking, sucking and blowing cool air over the tiny nub. When I slide my middle finger into her pussy and began tickling that hidden pleasure spot she began to ripple and milk my finger.

  I let the orgasm roll over her before I kissed my way back to her mouth. I reached for my side table to grab a condom and rolled it over my dripping cock.

  “Grace open your eyes.”

  Graces eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me.

  “I want to see all of you when I enter you.”

  “Please Dallas I need you now,” Grace whimpered wrapping her legs around my hips.

  I didn’t hesitate and slowly lined my cock up with her entrance. I took my time letting her adjust to my size. Grace moaned when I was finally buried to the hilt.

  “More,” she begged.

  I thrust in and out of her slowly a few times. That’s all it took for Grace to start rippling against my cock. I increased my speed and she shattered.

  “Fuck,” I bellowed and followed right behind her.

  I reluctantly slipped from between Grace’s thighs and rushed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab a washcloth. I gently cleaned her with the cool cloth and she sighed in bliss.

  “No one has ever made me feel like this,” she said softly.

  “Feel like what?” I asked gathering her into my arms.

  “Like I was wanted.”

  “Who has hurt you?” I asked and froze.

  “Shh,” Grace whispered and turned to face me. “That was in my past and nothing I ever want to think about again,”

  “I will break anyone that tries to hurt you,” I said with a bit more edge than necessary.

  Grace didn’t respond only snuggled closer.

  We both fell back to sleep tangled around one another.

  I woke up with little time to spare to get us out the door and to work. I was walking down the hall when I heard Grace mutter shit.

  “Trouble?” I asked stepping into the guest room.

  “I don’t have any clean underwear,” she said sheepishly.

  “Mmmm I like the idea of you going commando all day,” I purred in her ear as I drew her close to me for a kiss.

  “Dallas we don’t have time. I’m already going to be late for work,” she protested weakly.

  “I know. Giving you a little reminder of how wet I make you for the day.”

  “No reminders needed,” she said to herself as she pulled on her jeans without underwear.

  “So even before today you’ve been dripping wet at the thought of me?”

  “Maybe,” she blushed.

 
“Fuck woman. You better get your ass movin’ or were both going to have to call out of work.”

  Chapter 9

  Grace

  I was grateful that for most of my morning I didn’t have to walk around much. I was sore from the most mind blowing sex I had ever had. Add to the fact that Dallas had a massive cock meant my lady parts could have used a little reprieve. Without underwear every step I took brushed my clit against the seam of my jeans.

  Dallas had been texting me all day. Mundane conversation but it still had me aching for his touch. I kept picturing his massive hands typing out each message and what those hands could do to my body.

  I stepped out of the salon and turned to head towards the cafe when I saw Dallas walking towards me.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked with a smile.

  “I needed to see you,” he said as we met and he crushed his lips to mine. The kiss went straight to my core and I had to swallow the moan threatening to escape. Dallas ended the kiss and we started walking. We were by the bike shop when he pulled me between the buildings.

  “What are we doing?”

  “I need to not be in public right now,” he groaned.

  “How are we going to do that?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Dallas unlocked a wooden fence and I stepped into a patio area attached to the bike shop.

  “Wow this is amazing.”

  “I know and no one comes back here during the day.”

  Dallas said the last part as he moved me backwards against the wall of the building.

  “What if someone hears us?”

  “Relax,” he urged.

  Dallas kissed me and I forgot about everything around me. His kisses alone were enough to have me almost coming. His hands slid under my shirt to play with my breasts and I quietly moaned into his mouth. Dallas lifted me up to straddle his thigh. A moan did escape my lips this time as he urged my hips to rock back and forth against his leg. I was skeptical I would get off this way.

  “Stop thinking,” Dallas smiled against my lips as he continued to kiss me.

  I did and I was sweetly rewarded with the delicious build of an orgasm. Dallas continued to roll my hips against his thigh and kiss me senseless.

  The delicious build turned into an intense orgasm.

  “Fuck,” I moaned into Dallas’ mouth as my legs continued to shake. He slowly let me down with a chuckle and kissed me on the tip of my nose.

  “I didn’t think I would come,” I confessed as I tried to catch my breath.

  “When you say things like that I’m tempted to strip you right here and take you against this wall,” Dallas moaned as he kissed me again. “Show you all the things your body can do. But I need to make sure you’ve had lunch first so let’s go inside. I got you a burger from the diner,” Dallas pulled me towards a door I hadn’t noticed.

  “But what about you?”

  “Getting you off right now was enough,” Dallas kissed me again and then pulled me through the door.

  I walked behind him close to tears. A man had not only bought me lunch just because but had also forgone his own pleasure for me. I didn’t know if I could take much more of this. I quickly blinked a few times to hide my emotions. I didn’t know who else was in the shop and wasn’t going to meet someone for the first time with tears streaming down my face.

  “Grace how’s it going?” Beard boomed when we entered the main area of the shop.

  “Not too bad. How about you?”

  “Oh you know the usual.”

  I didn’t know Beard’s usual but if I had to guess I would say he was pretty laid back.

  “Grace this is one of my other brothers Drill,” Dallas said.

  “Drill?” I internally winced when I realized how rude I sounded.

  The man chuckled. “Drills my road name. Used to work on oil rigs,” he said shaking my hand.

  “Ahh I said with a little more context.

  “Wait is Dallas your real name?” I asked turning to the man in question.

  “Yes,” he answered with a laugh. “My road name is Storm.”

  “The moment this guy joined the club any ride we went on it rained. Could be a clear sunny day and we still ended up drenched,” Beard laughed.

  “Come on break room is this way,” Dallas said smiling as he led us away from Beard and Drill.

  I quickly ate lunch with Dallas and then he walked me to the cafe.

  I spent the afternoon day dreaming about Dallas. I had to remake several drinks because my mind was distracted.

  Like clockwork Dallas strode into the cafe at seven fifteen.

  “If that guy isn’t going to be a problem anymore what are you doing here?” I asked when he leaned over to brush a kiss against my lips.

  “I just can’t get enough of you.”

  “Aren’t you the charmer,” I smiled.

  “Not usually but you do something to me,” he said rather seriously.

  “Oh well, if we’re being honest you do the same for me.” I confessed almost floating.

  “Good.”

  “Are you really going to stay with me?”

  “For as long as you’ll have me,” he breathed against my lips and then kissed me with such tenderness I had to hold onto the counter to keep from melting to the floor.

  “Uh, can I get a latte?”

  A young woman was standing next to us at the counter and I practically screamed.

  “Sorry to interrupt but I’ve been here about a minute.” She said with a blush.

  “Sorry about that, umm what can I get you?” I asked flustered.

  Dallas kept his distance the rest of the evening. I busied myself with every task I could think of to keep from standing around and starring at him.

  “Let’s go for a ride,” Dallas suggested as I locked up.

  “Can we get some dinner first? I’m starving.”

  “Sure,” he laughed. “Dinner then a ride.”

  Chapter 10

  Dallas

  The next few days were a blur of work and Grace. We spent the evenings after Grace closed the cafe riding my bike. After our lazy rides around town we would end up at my place. We hadn’t gotten more than a few hours of sleep each night since we met. I kept waiting for the heat to settle down but it grew stronger with each day.

  I was sitting in the cafe with my laptop looking for a part I needed when Grace quietly sat down next to me.

  “What did you do with your evenings before you met me?” She asked.

  “Most nights I would hang out with the guys,” I confessed. “You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?” I joked but had a moment of panic squeeze my chest.

  “No,” she smiled.

  “I don’t want to come between you and the club. I know how much it means to you.”

  “God I love you,” I blurted out.

  “You do?” She asked wide eyed.

  Fuck. I hadn’t meant to say that.

  “Think I’ve been in love with you from the moment I saw you walking by the shop.”

  “Oh Dallas,” she whispered with tears in her eyes. “I’ve fallen in love with you too,” she confessed and flung herself into my arms.

  I held onto her as tight as I could never wanting to forget this moment.

  “But it’s too soon, isn’t it?” She asked with her brow scrunched in worry.

  “Even if it is I don’t think we can argue with what our hearts want. I think they’ve decided and we’re along for the ride now.”

  “You’re such a romantic under all that toughness,” she said with a teary laugh.

  “I thought the more time I spent with you my need for you would calm down. That is definitely not the case,” she said with a blush.

  One of the many things I loved about Grace were the blushes that continued to bloom on her cheeks.

  “To set your mind at ease my brothers understand where I’ve been. If you asked Drill and Beard if they wanted me here with you or hanging out with them, they would say here.
I guess I’m a bear when I’m not around you. At least that’s what Drill tells me.”

  “How about we go to the bar tonight?” Grace suggested.

  “You want to do that?”

  “Of course. I can get to know your friends and we still get to spend the evening together.”

  “My brothers can be a little rough around the edges.”

  “You’re a little rough around the edges,” she teased.

  “And you love it,” I whispered slipping my hand in the front of her jeans. “Oh what do we have here?” I asked with a raised brow when I only felt skin. “You are going to make this evening harder than I thought.”

  “Dallas,” she whimpered. “You’re going to need to stop that or were going to give the next customer a show.”

  “You promise?” I growled and nuzzled her neck. I slide my hand lower, my fingers grazing the tops of her outer lips. Grace pushed forward against my hand.

  “You like that don’t you? The idea of someone walking in.”

  Grace stilled but didn’t move off my lap. I teased her one last time before slowly removing my hand.

  “Go finish up,” I urged her and gave her luscious ass a smack as she walked away.

  Grace closed the cafe and I sat grinning knowing my girl liked it a little wild.

  “Let’s head to your place first so you can change,” I suggested when we left the cafe.

  “I don’t know what I should wear. The last time we were at the bar I felt a tad overdressed.”

  “Wear what you’re comfortable with but I wouldn’t mind seeing those legs on display tonight.”

  “Isn’t that a little unsafe on a bike?”

  “Not as long as you were a pair of boots to cover those sexy calves.”

  Grace changed in about five minutes when we got to her place. She walked out of her room wearing a mid-thigh black skirt, a black t-shirt that hung off one shoulder to reveal the smooth skin of her collar bone. She finished the look with a pair of sexy leather knee high boots.

  “Fuck woman,” I growled my cock springing to life. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind about taking you out.”