“I’d never do that,” she said.
“Good thing, because I’m about to give you what you’re asking for,” he warned. “Only you do it my way, understand?”
“I understand.”
“Tell me, Gracie, who’s going to fuck your mouth?”
“You are, McKay.”
“Not my last name,” he forbid and shifted off her long enough to jerk his sweats off and toss them off the bed. She didn’t move or show any sign of resistance. “Now answer me.”
Grace looked up at him in awe. Her eyes fell to his waist, her mouth parted. His erection was rampant, his balls aching for relief. He needed to come again, soon, and this time in her pretty mouth.
“Dallas,” she answered. “Please, may I suck your cock?”
She became soft and sweet, her gaze warm, her fingers clenching beneath where he’d trapped her hands under his knees. Her breasts bounced when she breathed. He stared, feeling almost like he’d never seen them before.
The motion sensor lights had come on when they’d entered, casting a lot of light down on the bed. The heat of the lights warmed his bare back, reflecting over her soft, round breasts. Captivated, he bent toward her, this time noticing that there were thin lines trailing down from her areolas to the delicate undersides. They were so faint, that it took a trick of the lighting to notice.
In an instant, she froze. “Oh god, I thought maybe you wouldn’t see the scars,” she whispered. “You can let me up now.”
“Gracie?” he muttered, shocked and angry with himself for being so absorbed in fucking her that he hadn’t asked the first time he’d spied them. At the time, he’d thought it was his imagination. “What the fuck happened? Did Brant the Dickhead do something to you?”
“Nothing like that, please let me up,” she pled, turning her face away.
“No way, baby. Look at me, tell me,” he insisted, shifting himself up her abdomen, but being certain not to crush her.
“I had a reduction in my freshman year of college,” she answered, looking over his shoulder at the ceiling.
“A breast reduction?” he clarified, feeling like an idiot.
“I was much larger than this. I was uncomfortable and my self-esteem was in the gutter,” she admitted. “I slimmed down to what I am now, which helped reduce my breast size. Then I decided to go to a plastic surgeon. He was able to do the procedure without removing the areolas. Otherwise, I may not have had feeling left.”
Grace had amazing breasts. She was a D-cup now. Whatever she’d been then didn’t matter. He was pissed that she felt it necessary to change anything about her body because she’d been bullied. He was also a little hurt that she hadn’t told him until now, but when he thought about it, he understood that it was her body and it’d been her decision. He had to respect her for it and her reasons for not telling him right away.
Thank God the procedure hadn’t damaged her nerves permanently. She was incredibly responsive. He realized that the reason she liked a little edge to nipple play was because it gave her more sensation than if he was gentle. He felt like a bastard for not noticing until now. He was going to make up for it.
“I’m sorry if the scars make me less attractive,” she whispered. “I should have told you. But they’re so faint even I don’t think about them much anymore. Brant never knew, ever.”
“Oh, Gracie, I don’t give a fuck about scars. You’re beautiful from head to toe,” he told her. “Don’t hide anything about yourself with me, ever.”
“Thank you, Dallas,” she said. “Does this mean you’re going to stop calling the shots? I may talk a good game, but I like not having to be in charge when I’m with you.”
“No, baby, I’m not going to stop,” he promised.
Wanting to prove the scars made no difference to how much he wanted to fuck her, he scooted further up her chest. Swiftly, he grabbed a pillow and placed it behind her head. As he climbed up and over her breasts, he purposefully pushed his cock between the soft globes and fucked her breasts, making certain he tweaked her nipples the way she liked. Grace undulated beneath him, shoving herself into his hands. The feel of her baby soft skin and silken press of her breasts against his rod and cock head felt incredible, inviting him to rock his hips.
Feeling his testicles tighten, he shifted and knelt with his legs on either side of her shoulders. Bracing most of his weight on his legs, he thrust his cock toward her face.
“Open, Grace,” he said, reaching down to grab his cock and tap her mouth with the tip. Using his right hand, he brought her head forward a little. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
“Yes,” she murmured, kissing the tip first. He smoothed his foreskin down the head and pushed between her soft lips.
Grace took him in. Holy fuck! Hot wetness surrounded his cock head. Her clever, velvety tongue darted and teased, flicking all around his glans and folded skin beneath. Her soft full lips were stretched wide, circling his rod. Shifting a little, he began to thrust, his little minx trying to suck him back in when he withdrew.
“Just take it, baby, don’t move. Let me do the work.” He put both hands behind her head, deliberately keeping her from moving at all. “Relax your jaw.”
Grace took a deep breath and submitted. He pushed so deep, the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. It felt so good, he could hear himself growl. She hummed in her throat, the sound vibrating along his cock. Her hands began to move, caressing his ass. Cleverly, she squeezed his ass cheeks, parting them and pushing them together, playing to her heart’s content.
Dallas almost came. Instead, he bit his lip and swallowed hard.
He loved watching his cock disappear into the warm cavern of her mouth, loved the way her tongue flicked and danced. Velvety smooth, her lips wrapped around him, sucking hard as she gobbled him up. His balls drew up against his body, warning he was about to come. Unable to hold back again, Dallas thrust faster and harder. Trying to soothe her with his hands in her hair, he let off a strangled grunt as he jetted down her throat.
“Take it, Grace, every drop of cum,” he grumbled.
When he was done, he withdrew, watching her for any sign of pain. All he saw was her beautiful, upturned face and her sweet tongue licking the last of his cum from her lips. He fell in love right then and there.
“Oh, baby,” was all he could say, somehow managing to climb off her and slump down beside her on the bed.
“So much for a shower,” she whispered. “I think you got some grease on the bedspread.”
“I’ll worry about it tomorrow,” he said. “Come here, Grace.” Drawing her into his arms, he kissed her softly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m hoping you’ll reciprocate later.”
“Definitely,” he vowed. “As soon as I catch my breath, I’ll take you to the shower.”
“I still need a razor.”
“I remember.”
They lay together for a few more minutes, both enjoying the quiet of the house. It was dark outside now. The timers for the motion sensors kicked on when the sun went down. He could override the system with his remote, but if they fell asleep, they’d miss lasagna and a shower.
“Okay, shower time,” he declared, forcing himself to get up.
Grace took his hand and let him lead her to the bathroom. It took only a minute to find a disposable triple-bladed razor and some shaving cream that he endorsed and turn on the shower. They stepped into the stall together, but both seemed content on washing themselves.
It wasn’t until Grace reached for the shaving cream that he stopped her. “Gracie?”
“Dallas?”
“Let me shave you.”
“My legs?” she asked, starting to hand over the razor.
“Legs, underarms and your bush,” he answered.
“I don’t want to be completely nude there,” she said.
“Okay,” he agreed, taking the razor.
He squirted some shaving cream into his palm, set aside the can, and moved close to Gra
ce. Revealing her trust, she raised her left arm so he could lather her underarm with cream. There was only a small amount of stubble. Dallas was extremely gentle when he swiped the razor over her tender skin. He rinsed her and then turned to do her right arm. Again, she raised her arm, letting him shave her.
Aware that he was falling fast and hard, he couldn’t fight it. He didn’t even want to. Instead, he made sure he remained gentle when he lathered her right leg and had her brace her foot on his thigh. As gently as he’d been with her underarms, he bent and slid the razor over her leg, slowly removing all traces of cream.
“You’re hired as my personal aesthetician,” she teased, giggling softly.
“It’s a pleasure to take care of what’s mine.”
“Oh, good, that means you won’t be doing this for some other blonde, hmm?” She froze. “I didn’t mean to sound jealous or anything.”
Rinsing her leg, he helped her lower it back down until she was steady again. He tapped her left leg, bringing her foot up to his other thigh. “You can sound anyway you want, Grace. I was jealous as fuck when you called Maddox.”
“I’m not interested in him, Dallas.”
“I know. I trust you, so it’s okay. I’m over it.”
“I won’t do anything like Robyn did, you know?”
“Yeah, I do,” he answered, and lathered up her left leg. “I’m not going to stray either, baby.”
“If, at any point, you want to call a halt to whatever we have here, just say the word,” she said.
“I can’t see that happening,” he said. “You’re part of me now, Gracie. I don’t want that to change.”
“I’m glad,” she whispered, looking a little shy. “You missed a spot.”
She pointed to the line of shaving cream on her knee and he deftly swiped it away. Soon her left leg was shaved and he was able to concentrate on her muff. Shaving her a little should make her more sensitive.
Lathering her triangle with cream, he knelt down before her. He set the razor against her tender flesh. Slowly, he shaved her, leaving a very narrow strip of pubic hair from the center of her mons to her slit. As soon as he rinsed her, he smiled.
“Holy fuck, you look amazingly hot,” he praised, leaning in to give her a soft kiss.
“If you do anything more than kiss me, I’m going to do something about that growing erection.”
Already semi-hard, Dallas had to ignore it. Standing up, he set aside the razor and kissed her mouth. “We’ll hold off on that until a little later, okay?” he asked against her lips.
“Sounds good to me, I can smell the lasagna cooking downstairs. And I’m starving.”
Taking the hint, Dallas let her out of the shower to dry off. He followed soon after and they both returned to the bedroom. He pulled two pairs of boxers from his dresser and went to his closet for a couple of shirts. When he returned, Grace was sitting on the bed brushing her hair.
It was so right seeing her in his room that he damn near asked her to move in with him right then. He knew it was crazy, but he’d been thinking long term the moment he asked her to come home with him last night.
Telling himself to play it cool and slow the fuck down, he handed Grace a flannel button-down shirt and a pair of boxers. She did look mighty fine in his clothes. “Here you go, baby. If you need socks, I can scrounge up a pair.”
“It’s pretty warm in here,” she said, standing to get dressed in what he’d given her. “The floors are wonderful too.”
“Radiant heating,” Dallas said. “One of the best choices I made when my brother drew up the blueprint.”
“I love the way you’ve worked in your personal taste and your culture. It’s in everything.”
She started buttoning the shirt and Dallas thought it was a crime to cover up her gorgeous curves. Before she could button too much, he stopped her. “No more than three buttons, from the bottom,” he told her.
“Bossy much?” she teased.
“Only when I know my woman likes it,” he answered.
She smiled and buttoned the shirt the way he wanted. “The quilt on your bed is lovely. Where’d you find it?”
Dallas looked at the quilt. “It was a gift from my mom. It’s Lakota.”
“I know I haven’t met them officially, but I really like your parents.”
“They’ll like you too,” he said. “Let’s go rescue dinner.”
“Sounds good and smells even better,” she agreed, walking beside him.
They found Max camped out near the oven, with a small puddle of drool where he’d placed his head. Dallas cleaned it up, washed his hands and then checked the lasagna. It was perfect.
“I’ll set the table,” Grace said. She went over to the cabinets and pulled out two big plates while Dallas turned the oven off.
He got a hot mitt, pulled out the disposable pan and set it on the stovetop. By the time Grace finished setting the table, he’d found a knife and cut the lasagna in four squares. They worked together quietly. It was nice, easy, something Dallas hadn’t known with Robyn or any woman before.
Instead of setting the plates on the table, she brought them over to him. He dished out two generous portions and she took them to the table. Dallas went to the fridge and got a pitcher of sweet tea. It was chilled, but he added ice cubes to the pitcher before taking it to the table. He poured her glass first and sat down before pouring his own.
“This is nice,” she said. “I think the snow’s slowing down some.”
“Yeah, I noticed. It’s switching over to mainly sleet.”
“I hate ice,” she admitted, wrinkling her nose. Damn, she was pretty when she did that.
“Let’s hope the roads are cleared by tomorrow,” he said.
She looked up from her lasagna. “What are your plans for Sunday?”
“Nothing major at the moment,” he answered. “This is the first major snowfall of the season. The Griffins have this thing where a teammate has an after-snow gathering at his house if there’s no practice. Being tomorrow’s Sunday, it’s possible there will be one.”
“When will you know?”
“In the morning, but it’ll depend on the roads.” He grabbed his fork and cut a wedge of pasta, sauce and ricotta cheese. “Would you like to go if there’s one?”
“I, um, am I allowed?” She scooped up a forkful of food, holding it as she spoke.
“Of course you are, baby,” he assured. “Everyone brings a date or their significant other, even my agent joins in. It’s usually just a bunch of us sitting around watching football and eating lots of food.”
“Which one am I?” she asked, taking a bite. Then she must have realized what she asked, her eyes widened and her cheeks blazed red. “I’m so sorry. It’s way too early to answer that, I know.”
Dallas set down his fork and grabbed Grace’s hand. “Gracie, don’t worry about saying the wrong thing. The way I see it, you’re my woman. That makes you more than a date or a significant other.”
“It does?” she whispered, staring at him.
“Yeah,” he said, squeezing her hand before letting go.
“Well then, if the Griffins have their annual after-snow gathering, then I’m happy to go with you, McKay.” She dug into her dinner with more enthusiasm.
“What kind of progress did you make on my case?” he asked, taking a gulp of tea.
“Honestly, I primarily read your file. I wanted to see what articles had been written and what the police had done to try to find your mother,” she answered. “My netbook is great and light, but I prefer my desktop at my office when it comes to background searches. I may need to fly to South Dakota and see what records the police department must have kept.”
“Do you have any hunches other than the doctor’s role?”
“Well, when I look at the photo, I keep thinking that your mother was simply too young and scared to be able to handle raising a baby. I think she wanted to do the right thing for you, but didn’t know where to turn. Maybe that’s where the doctor c
ame in, maybe he’s a relative. I’m not sure yet, but I think if Phalen finds Dr. Mathews, we’ll find your birth parents.”
“How long do you think it’ll take to know more?”
“Monday, when I’m at the office, I’ll have better access to my resources. I should have a clearer picture of what I need to do then. At this point, I’d say two or three weeks, since a lot of what I’m going to do is legwork and interviews. Thirty-two years ago files wouldn’t be digital, so internet research will be basic, no matter what I do.”
“Is there a chance that cold case files like my mother’s or the doctor’s would be transferred to digital?” Dallas asked.
“It’s possible. I’d like to find out of South Dakota has Safe Haven laws that may have been applied to your case retroactively. I don’t even know if that’s possible, so that’s just speculation,” she said. “That’s what I’ll check first. If I fly out there, I’ll be able to talk with locals and read physical records and files.”
Dallas ate another bite, enjoying the lasagna but a little concerned for Grace’s safety. “I don’t want you to fly out there alone. If you do have to go, let me make arrangements to join you.”
Grace sipped some tea. “That’s nice of you. But you’re in the middle of football season. I can’t see your coach being happy about a sudden trip to South Dakota, unless it’s absolutely necessary. When’s your next away game?”
“Friday,” he answered. “The team will fly out to Vegas on Wednesday.”
“See? That settles it. I won’t go anywhere unless I have to, but you need to stick to your schedule. Otherwise, you could tip off some nosy reporter or something.”
“Damn, you’re right.”
“There’s also the possibility that Phalen could go out there,” Grace suggested. “His brother’s a Boston PD cop, recently made detective from what Anna told me. Maybe Phalen would have better luck talking to the police in South Dakota if his brother can make some calls and find out who to talk to.”
Dallas liked that idea a lot. “Let’s hope that’s the better solution. If either you or Maddox has to go there, I’ll pay for the ticket and lodging.”
“Fair deal,” Grace agreed. “We’ll see what he thinks when he gets here. He hasn’t called back yet. I don’t expect him to get here until after you’re in Vegas, especially given that this snowstorm is going to snarl air traffic for a few days.”
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