FieldofPlay

by Frances Stockton

  “I love you, baby,” he whispered. “So much it scares me, but I know everything’s going to be right for us. Just relax now, let me move. I’ll make it good.”

  Grace breathed in and out, in and out. Dallas kissed her shoulder, nipping the skin as he almost withdrew and then thrust into her as far as she could take. “OH! Ohmigod, Dallas, yes, it’s good!” Oh god, he felt huge, incredibly foreign, but real and significant.

  “Holy fuck, you’re so damn tight.” She heard his voice, felt his slow, measured thrusts. In this position she couldn’t move much. She didn’t have to, didn’t want to. She let him keep her on a razor thin edge of pleasure that would have been painful if he stroked in and out too hard or too fast.

  He adjusted his rhythm, drawing back until he almost fell out of her, but caught himself and slowly pushed back inside her. Scorching heat, the smell of sex and the gentleness of his embrace threatened to break her in half if she didn’t come soon.

  “Dallas, my pussy is so empty. I need you, something, anything, please help me,” she said, even though she knew his big cock was buried in her ass. The naughty, erotic thrill of it was beyond any fantasy she’d ever imagined.

  “Hold on, baby. You’ll have more of me in a second,” he promised, letting go of her breasts to get something from the bed.

  Grace’s eyes were opened. She saw the room, the sofa, even the dog sleeping soundly on his bed. All she really comprehended was the fact that nothing had ever felt this erotic or beautiful. Especially when she realized he’d grabbed the bigger dildo that was made to look exactly like his cock.

  Dallas brought it between her thighs, resting the heavy, warm toy against her stomach. “Part your legs a little more,” he said into her ear, kissing and sucking her sensitive lobe.

  He smoothed the dildo down her stomach, slipping it between her legs. Shifting his hand, he fitted it to her vulva, the head notching inside her pussy. He shifted his hips, his cock slipping backward until she feared he’d leave her ass.

  “No,” she refused, clenching her muscles to trap him there.

  “It’s okay. I’m here. See?” His arm moved and the dildo speared deep into her pussy, his cock head remaining just inside of her stretched asshole. Then he rocked into her, propelling his penis into her as deeply as before, his balls slapping against her.

  “Yes, fuck me with both,” she cried out as he began fucking her with his cock and the dildo.

  Oh god, she loved it, loved having him drive the dildo in and out of her pussy the way she liked to be fucked, hard and fast. Yet he took her ass with such sweet tenderness it brought tears to her eyes. Each surge, each withdraw, was slow, patient and gentle. But Grace didn’t want gentle. She wanted to feel everything, the pleasure, the pain and the erotic thrill of being mastered by two cocks at once.

  Incredibly, Dallas fucked her ass a little harder, forging even deeper. The edgy pleasure-pain was made even more significant because it was Dallas’ cock filling her up. His arm moved faster, his hand driving the thick dildo faster, harder and deeper. He surged and fucked, thrust and withdrew, claiming her. The tension deep down inside her body clamped down until it almost hurt and finally sprang open again, pleasure washing over her in waves of blissful surrender.

  Dallas wasn’t done. He kept fucking her, kept thrusting his dildo into her, deeper and stronger than anything she’d experienced with him so far. Cream flooded from her vagina, soaking the dildo, her thighs and the bed as he drove her right back to the precipice of climax. She hovered there, waiting for an erotic push. Just then she dove, freefalling into the purest, sweetest orgasm she’d ever known.

  Suddenly, he lost rhythm. She felt his cock swell impossibly bigger. His whole body tensed as he cried out, “Gracie, I’m coming!” She came again in a shocking rush, the inner muscles of her ass gripping his pulsing cock and her pussy clamping down on the dildo that felt almost like him.

  Now she knew what it was like to be fucked with two cocks, but she was glad she’d only made love with one man. She’d never want to be fucked by anyone but Dallas McKay from now on. Fantasy was one thing. Reality was so much better.

  “I love you,” she whispered when they collapsed, neither really able to move.

  He was still inside her, still partially erect. He pulled the dildo out, cast it aside and wrapped her close, holding her. His heart pounded against her back. Hers was racing as if they’d just done a decathlon. Her muscles had surely turned as useless as pudding. But Grace was wide awake, with little hums of pleasure still shimmering through her.

  “I love you too, baby,” he murmured, kissing the back of her head. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “No, god, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I love your wild side, McKay.”

  “Good damn thing. When we recover, we’ll wash again. The next time I fuck you, it’ll be with my bare cock in your pussy.”

  Grace half turned toward him. “No more anal sex? Did I disappoint you?”

  “No way, baby. Nothing has ever felt that good, ever. But you’re still new to it.” He nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck, kissing her and making pulse skip. “Too much too soon and I really will hurt you. I’ll give your sweet little ass a break for the rest of the weekend, okay?”

  She nodded, almost crying when he carefully withdrew from her body. Letting him lead her back to the bathroom, he removed the condom and tossed it in the small trashcan. She cherished the way he kept one arm around her. Her nipples ached, the rings keeping her on the brink of desire, like she’d only need the slightest touch to reignite. Thinking of the way he’d put them on, of how beautiful he’d made her feel, she knew he was declaring his love with every sapphire and strand of silver.

  Instead of a bath, he took Grace into the shower. Turning the handheld shower on, he fiddled with the faucets until warm water rained over her shoulders. He was extremely gentle, caring. Her skin felt inflamed, her clit was incredibly sensitive as if another orgasm hovered very close, but she was really too sore to be touched. The warm water felt wonderful, cleaning her intimately and soothing her all over.

  As soon as she was clean, Dallas turned the spray onto his body, washing away the sweaty and musky smell of sex and lubricant with soap and water. After they were done, he assisted her out of the shower and helped dry her off.

  “We never had that brandy,” she said.

  “We will. I’m not done with you tonight, Gracie.” He tossed the damp towel and took her into his arms.

  He kissed her softly, his lips coaxing hers apart for his tongue. Slowly, his tongue filled her mouth, tasting her, letting her taste him. His hands came to either side of her jaw, framing her face while he kissed her. They kissed until Grace’s pulse danced and her clit pulsed with renewed arousal.

  “I’m going to take you back to bed and make love to you as soon as I’m hard again. I bet you’re a little sore and I promise to be really gentle,” he said, hoisting her up into his arms and carrying her out of the bathroom.

  “You’re an incredibly good man, Dallas McKay,” she said.

  “With you I am, Gracie.”

  Just as he promised, he lowered her to the mattress, coming down on top of her and kissing her gently. Their mouths fused, their bodies entwined. They’d spent about fifteen minutes in the shower. Incredibly, she felt his hardening cock against her inner thigh already. Yet he did not push.

  Grace loved how he wanted to be patient. When he’d had his fill of her kiss, he moved to rest against the headboard. Taking her with him, he brought her to sit between his legs, her legs stretched out and her back against his chest. They stayed like that for a while, deciding to talk about visiting Grace’s family Saturday. As they made plans, he reached for the brandy and offered it to her. Grace took a little taste. It was smooth and hot, both thrilling and relaxing.

  How long they talked, she wasn’t really sure. It was very late by the time they’d emptied the snifter and he turned the lights out with the remote. They heard Max whimper across th
e room. They knew he’d attempt to get on the bed when they fell asleep.

  They both knew they’d let the dog do what he wanted. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Dallas took Grace down to the bed, climbing on top of her, kissing her. Patiently, gently, he made love to her from head to toe, exactly as he’d promised.

  Much, much later, they fell asleep entwined, with Dallas’ cock still buried in her pussy, his cum and her cream drying on their bodies. But they were too exhausted to care.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Between work, snowstorms and football practices and games, Grace and Dallas didn’t see much of Phalen Maddox for two weeks. When Phalen had gone to Minneapolis to track down Thomas Warring, who they believed to be Dr. Joseph Mathews, he’d learned that Thomas Warring was on vacation.

  The doctor’s staff wouldn’t tell Phalen where the other man had gone, so he’d waited a few days to see if the doctor would return and a terrible snowstorm blanketed Minnesota. Once the airport opened again, he opted to fly to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to speak with Kohana Blackstone, and then he’d track down the police officer who’d actually found Dallas in the station twenty-two years ago.

  The officer, Ransom Smith, was long retired from the force and now lived outside of Deadwood, South Dakota. According to Phalen’s short phone messages and texts, he’d found Ransom Smith made a modest living selling trinkets and memorabilia about Deadwood, as well as authentic Black Hills gold jewelry made by locals.

  Phalen was scheduled to contact Grace soon. His ability to track down people, even in the middle of winter, was incredible and a little scary. But both Grace and Dallas believed that she’d been right to bring in the other man. As far as Grace was concerned, the sooner they closed Dallas’ case, the sooner he could move on with the rest of his life. They’d been dating for a month, but in her heart she knew they were heading toward a lifetime together.

  Between the investigation and football, Dallas met her family. He fit right in with her father when they met, the two talking for hours about Native American history, primarily Sioux and Apache. Her mother made Dallas a home-cooked meal of pot roast with potatoes and carrots. Her brother’s and sister’s families all joined them for Sunday dinner.

  Grace was supposed to meet Dallas’ family, but the snowy weather nixed their visit. Dallas was disappointed. He obviously missed his parents and wanted to let keep them informed of her investigation. Because he still wanted the search to be kept secret until he was ready to go public with it, Grace was very careful with how she conducted her research. To protect Dallas’ information, she’d had Phalen work some computer magic to make sure no one was phishing or hacking her computer. Nothing was completely foolproof, but he was the best security she had.

  The fact that Brant showed up in her life only a few days after Grace and Dallas started dating really bothered her. She was glad Dallas had made sure Phalen would keep an eye on her at first, but then Phalen got stuck in Minneapolis and circumstances kept him away when Dallas traveled for another out of town game. She didn’t hear from Brant. She just kept feeling as though he wasn’t done causing trouble.

  Now it was Saturday and the Griffins were due back from their final away game of the season. The team was to make their way to Griffins Nest Stadium, where a celebration was scheduled because they’d made it into the playoffs. The team would have the rest of the weekend off. Practices for the playoff hunt would begin on Monday.

  Grace was anxious to see Dallas again and celebrate with him. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t just anxious, she wanted to jump him and fuck him and anything else he might want when they were alone. His necklace strands and nipple rings were almost always on her body, removed only when she really needed a break from the constant nipple stimulation. They served to remind her that she belonged to Dallas McKay. Perhaps it was a little fast to accept such a claim on her body, but the pleasure and the rightness of it made her feel loved, not owned.

  With that in mind, Grace dressed that morning in her black knee-high boots, a navy blue skirt and a matching blue sweater. There was a deep vee neckline and anyone could see the chains around her neck. But unless she was naked, no one would know that the silver and sapphire strands were attached to nipple rings. Her bra was excellent at hiding her constantly erect flesh. She’d chosen her outfit because it was pretty and made her feel feminine. She wanted to make sure she looked nice in front of Dallas’ teammates.

  She’d been hugely disappointed that she couldn’t go to San Diego to witness the Griffins earn their way into the playoffs. But she wanted to work on his case and had watched the game at the Blacks’ house. Anna had been advised by her doctor not to fly and invited some of the players’ wives and girlfriends to enjoy the game on her big screen television. Grace went back to Dallas’ after the game ended. When her man was away, she took care of Max at night. The housekeeper came by during the day. She didn’t spend much time at her own apartment anyway, only long enough to grab some clothes or a shower once in awhile, but she far preferred the huge cabin. She’d begun to think about talking to Dallas about the lease, but then, she didn’t want to pressure him the way Robyn had done.

  “Come on, Max, one more time outside,” she called to the big dog.

  Max pounded down the hall to the great room, following Grace to the sliding back door. It had snowed during the week, but it was only two inches and it didn’t sleet afterward. She let the dog out, watching him from the deck. Max returned a few minutes later, all covered in snow.

  “Look at you. You could be a harlequin Yeti!” He looked like a snow monster, and he was adorable. “Shake off before you get into the house.”

  Max shook, sending snow flying. Grace had to duck for cover, receiving a light dusting before she got back into the house. The dog finally cleaned himself off and trotted into the house and over to one of his many dog beds. He picked up a big, stuffed chew toy that had once been a fluffy rabbit and settled down.

  With the dog taken care of, Grace put on her winter coat and grabbed her purse. Her briefcase was on the table, her laptop opened, but she’d only used it to check her emails. She’d hoped to hear from Phalen before she left for the stadium. She was a little worried. The last she’d heard from him, he was getting set to meet Ransom Smith. That was yesterday morning.

  Grace was on her way out of the house, heading to her Camaro, when her cell phone jingled, indicating a text. Phalen Maddox, it had to be him. She fumbled around in her purse, found the phone and touched the screen to unlock it and read the message.

  Landing at BWI. Found them both. Be in touch soon on where to meet.

  Grace texted back. Driving to GNS. Will wait there to hear from you. She hoped he’d know that GNS meant Griffins Nest Stadium.

  She slid into the driver’s seat, loving the feel of the leather interior. Dallas had given her a garage door opener and she punched the button. The door went up and she started the car, backing up. As soon as she was away from the garage, she did a k-turn and headed up the driveway.

  Concentrating on driving safely, she headed toward the Griffins celebration. The skies looked a bit ominous, with heavy gray clouds and the smell of snow. Grace sure hoped it wouldn’t snow. The forecast earlier that morning had predicted a forty percent chance of snow. Judging by the icy temps outside and a strong wind, she suspected that a storm was brewing. The party at the stadium would break up early if it did start to snow, or perhaps go to Coach Cahill’s or Derek Billings’ house to weather the storm.

  Traffic wasn’t terribly heavy for a Saturday and she kept to the back roads until it was necessary to hop onto the highway. She made it to the stadium fifteen minutes later. Three enormous luxury team buses crowded the private lot. Grace parked in one of two spaces reserved for Dallas’ use. His big F-150 sat idle in the other spot. He’d driven to the stadium on Wednesday, as most of the players did, and took the transportation provided for the team to the airport.

  She got out of her car and her phone went off, the ringto
ne belonging to Phalen.

  Grace paused to answer it. “Hey, Phalen, what’s up?” she greeted.

  “I’ve got some major answers to the puzzle, Grace,” he answered. “I’m in my rental car heading to Alexandria. I should be there soon. Let Dallas know that I booked another flight for the three of us back Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I tried to get a flight out of National, but that wasn’t happening today. We need to get him to Deadwood by tomorrow.”

  Curious as to what Phalen discovered, she gripped the phone. “The doctor’s a relative?”

  “Actually, Dr. Joseph Mathews, also known as Thomas Warring, and Chayton Akecheta, the police officer who found Dallas at the station are his grandfathers. Chayton changed his name to Ransom Smith and quit the force to open his tourist shop in Deadwood.”

  “Oh my god, no wonder it was difficult tracing him. Ransom isn’t a common name, but Smith certainly is,” Grace whispered. “I thought there was something strange in how little we could find on the investigation.”

  “It’s complicated. They’re willing to come clean and arrange for Dallas to meet his birth parents if he comes to Deadwood to talk to them.” Phalen was breathless as he spoke. Grace didn’t want him to drive and talk on the cell phone.

  “Okay, I’ll let Dallas know. The Griffins are in the playoffs and there’s a huge celebration. We might have to change flights or something. I’m sure he’ll want to go tonight.”

  “All right, I’ll be there soon, darlin’.” Phalen ended the call. Grace went on to Griffin’s private entrance to the stadium.

  She flashed the security pass that Dallas had given her at a guard at the back door. He nodded and let her inside. Already she could hear echoes of celebration and laughter coming from the Griffins’ locker room. The hall was long and looped around before coming to the entrance to the locker room, but the noise echoed all over the place, deafening her quick-paced booted footsteps. As she went by the cheerleaders’ locker room and the mascot changing room, her heart skipped frantically at seeing Dallas very soon now.