Locked in Silence_Pelican Bay [Book 1]

by Sloane Kennedy

  He let out a little moan of surprise and then his legs were wrapping around me. The move put him a little higher than me and he took full advantage. His fingers clasped my face as he took complete control of my mouth. I let my hands skim over his ass and reveled in the feeling of his erection pressing against my belly.

  My lust spiked exponentially with every kiss and every rub of his body against mine.

  “Dallas,” he whispered between kisses, his voice carrying a note of awe. “Is this really happening?” he asked. I knew he wasn’t expecting an answer, but I gave him one anyway when I pulled back so he could see my eyes. The light from the truck’s headlights was bright enough that I had no doubt that he could see exactly what I couldn’t speak out loud.

  Do you want it to happen, Nolan?

  Chapter Seven

  Nolan

  I didn’t give myself time to think, because I didn’t need to.

  I’d been dreaming of this moment for weeks now, years if I was being honest with myself. And now that it was here, I didn’t want to play it smart and question what it would mean, or think about how it would change things. Hell, I didn’t even want to know how it was possible that a man I’d always thought was straight clearly wasn’t.

  All I wanted was more.

  Of his mouth.

  His touch.

  His strength.

  Him.

  I didn’t care that I was still smarting from the knowledge that he believed me so incapable of taking care of myself that he’d been spying on me at work and following me home for days at least, if not more.

  Whatever this was between us right now – it had nothing to do with pity or judgement.

  He wanted me.

  I didn’t need to feel his dick pressing against me to recognize that.

  And I didn’t need words to tell him what he was waiting to hear. I didn’t even have to nod. I saw it the moment he saw my answer.

  Because his eyes filled with relief and the softest, sweetest smile stole across his lips.

  Lips I couldn’t get enough of.

  I fitted my mouth over his and greeted his seeking tongue. He carried me around to the driver’s side of the truck but bypassed the driver’s door for the backseat door. I couldn’t stop kissing him long enough to let him open the door, but he managed it anyway. The soft cushion of the bench seat met my back. I finally stopped kissing him long enough for him to climb into the back seat and close the door, then he was on me again. I barely noticed him shoving his coveralls to the floor. The cab of the truck was chilly, but I didn’t care because Dallas settled his big, warm body on top of me. I opened my legs so he could fit between them, then I was wrapping myself around him as he practically assaulted my mouth. His work-roughened hands skimmed down my sides as his mouth latched onto my neck. He sucked hard and I automatically smiled. Dallas must have noticed because he paused and looked at me, his eyes going soft. He tilted his head and brought his thumb up to trace my mouth. I understood the unspoken question. He wanted to know what had put the smile there.

  “Dallas Kent just gave me a hickey,” I murmured. I reached up to stroke his face. “Do you have any idea how many times I wished for that to happen when we were kids?”

  I’d expected him to smile, but he didn’t. There was an odd sadness to him as he studied me, and I regretted saying anything at all. I pulled him back down for another searing kiss. He let me control it, which was something I wouldn’t have expected from a guy like him. We kissed for several long minutes before Dallas began making his way down my body. His big hands pushed my jacket off my shoulders, but he seemed too impatient to work it or my shirt off my body. Instead, he shoved the shirt up and then his mouth latched onto one of my nipples. I let out a hoarse shout and grabbed his head to keep him there, but he easily broke free and sought out the other nipple. His mouth blazed a trail down my chest and over my belly. At some point I’d closed my eyes, but when his hand closed over my cock through my pants, I couldn’t not look at him.

  His eyes met mine as he rubbed my dick teasingly over and over, then he was reaching for the button of my jeans. I bit my lip to keep from telling him to hurry up as he carefully opened my pants. I waited with bated breath for him to pull my dick out of my underwear, but all he did was palm me through the fabric.

  “Dallas, please,” I begged, even as I arched my back and bucked my hips up to try to get more of his touch. His heavy hand settled on my belly as he held me down, then he dropped his head and began nuzzling me through the fabric. I was writhing with need by the time he finally pulled my underwear aside enough to release my bouncing, leaking cock.

  And he gave me absolutely no warning before sucking it into his mouth and to the back of his throat.

  “Fuck, yes!” I cried out as I clutched his head in my hands and shoved my hips up. I felt instantly bad when he gagged, but when I tried to pull back, his hands grabbed my ass to urge me on. It was all the permission I needed.

  I could have fucked his mouth all night, but within a matter of minutes, he was releasing my still-pulsing dick with a pop and then his mouth was on mine. I could taste my pre-cum on his tongue, and I suddenly found myself eager to return the favor so I could see how different he tasted from me.

  But Dallas had other ideas because he reared up onto his knees, then flipped me over. He yanked me to my hands and knees and then shoved my pants and underwear down. I sat up long enough to work my coat all the way off, but when I went for my shirt, Dallas merely shoved me back down onto my hands and knees, then took it a step further and pressed my shoulders down against the seat. The show of dominance had my lust ratcheting up to a whole new level, and when Dallas began bumping his still-clothed crotch against my bare ass, I moaned and reached for my dick. But Dallas’s hand quickly covered mine and he pulled my arm behind my back and held it there so I couldn’t touch myself.

  “God, Dallas, hurry,” I ground out. I managed to look over my shoulder at him while maintaining the position he’d put me in. His face was twisted into a mask of fiery need and he was staring at my ass like a starving man. When his eyes met mine, I felt a zap of energy fire through my body and I wondered if I could come just from that. The pressure in my balls was saying “hell yeah” to that question.

  Dallas finally released his hold on my hip and the arm he’d folded behind my back as he shrugged off his coat. The jangle of his belt had me sucking in deep breaths, because I knew I was in for a down and dirty fuck.

  And I couldn’t wait.

  I dropped my head to the seat and tried to think of anything that would keep me from blowing as Dallas got his zipper undone. I closed my eyes when I felt his bare dick pressing against my ass. His flesh was hot and hard, and if I hadn’t been so desperate to feel it filling me up, I’d have turned around and swallowed him down like he had me.

  The sound of foil tearing followed, and then cold lube was being swiped over my hole by a greedy finger. The pad of Dallas’s thumb massaged my opening for several seconds before a thick finger finally began to push into me. I bit my arm to keep from crying out as pain flashed through me, followed by a white-hot burning sensation. I expected Dallas to either finger-fuck me to loosen me, or add another finger, but instead, he held his finger where it was and carefully leaned over me. His mouth searched out mine over my shoulder and he began kissing me slow and deep. I got so lost in his tongue mating with mine, that I barely felt him pushing his digit the rest of the way into me. When he slid it out and then back in, I moaned into his mouth.

  He never stopped kissing me.

  Not as he fucked me with one finger.

  Not even when he added a second.

  It wasn’t until his dick began pressing into me that he reared back, presumably so he could watch himself disappear into my body. I pushed my shoulders up and locked my arms so I was once again on all fours, but as tempted as I was to reach for my dick again, I didn’t.

  Despite my desperate need to come, I wanted Dallas with me when it happened.
r />   Dallas was slow to work himself into my body, choosing to fuck me with shallow thrusts instead of just sinking into me all at once. The move worked because it was me who began pushing back against him hard and harder to get more of him inside of me. When he bottomed out, I let out a cry of relief.

  Dallas’s heavy hands closed around my hips to hold me in place as he began fucking into me with slow, deep thrusts that had me seeing stars. The pace didn’t last, though, because within a minute, he was pushing into me more frantically, and his fingers pressed into my skin hard enough to likely leave bruises. I could barely hear his heavy breaths and grunts over my own, but God, did I love the sound. My orgasm was hovering just on the edge and I knew Dallas wasn’t far behind me, because he began pumping into me at an unfathomable pace. The pressure, heat, and nearly unbearable friction had me calling out, “Yes, Dallas, please, yes!”

  I was about to reach for my dick when Dallas’s arm wrapped around my upper body and he dragged me upward so I was just on my knees. His mouth covered mine over my shoulder as he pounded into me. The new position had him hitting my prostate on every pass, which brought my orgasm closer and closer to the surface with every thrust of his dick. Skin slapped against skin as our sweat-covered bodies slid against one another. I screamed into Dallas’s mouth when his calloused hand closed around my dick and began pumping me hard and fast. Between him hitting my gland and the expert hand job, I was a goner within seconds, and I bit down on the arm he had lashed across my upper chest as the orgasm ripped through me. Dallas let out a loud grunt as he slammed into me once, twice, three times and then held there as his release began filling the condom. His pulsing dick caused a violent aftershock to rock through me. I could feel his breath against the back of my neck as he clung to me, his hips involuntarily jerking against my ass as he continued to thrust into me.

  The high seemed to go on forever, but when it finally did ease, Dallas’s weight pushed me down onto the seat. His hand was still wrapped around my dick, but he either didn’t care that it and now his seat were covered in my cum, or he didn’t notice. I was too tired to really worry about it either way.

  I reveled in his weight pinning me and his half-hard cock still buried deep inside of me. I couldn’t say how long we lay there for, but my breathing had almost returned to normal when he finally shifted off me and carefully withdrew from my body.

  As the after-effects of the orgasm waned, reality came crashing down. I managed to pull my pants up as I sat up. Dallas handed me a wad of fabric, presumably to clean the cum off my belly. Ironically, it was the bandana he typically wore around his neck – the one he’d stopped wearing around me.

  I cleaned myself as best I could and then tucked myself back in my pants. My ass stung as I shifted my weight so I could pull my jeans all the way up and fasten them.

  There were a million things I wanted to say to Dallas, but I could sense the distance he was already putting between us, so I kept my mouth shut. He didn’t need to be able to speak for me to know what he was going to say.

  It had been a mistake.

  All the post-coital bliss evaporated just like that, and I quickly reached down to find my coat. “I should go,” I said. “It’s late.”

  I reached for the door handle on my side of the seat, but Dallas’s hand closed over my arm. He reached forward to the console between the front seats and grabbed his phone. As badly as I wanted to escape, I couldn’t just leave him without letting him have his say.

  But if I’d expected his words to somehow miraculously fix the ever-widening rift between us, I was gravely mistaken.

  I’m sorry.

  I stared at the two words on his phone screen for a long time before I nodded. “Goodbye, Dallas,” was all I managed to get out before I stumbled out of the truck. I managed not to run to my own car, despite wanting to. Once inside the car, I murmured, “Please, please,” to the piece of shit car. I’d fucking die if the damn thing chose this moment to take its last breath. Fortunately, it turned over on the second try. The driveway wasn’t wide enough to turn around in, so I had to back out, which was a good thing since I didn’t want to risk looking at Dallas even for a second.

  I had no clue if Dallas followed me home or not, nor did I really care at that point. The humiliation I’d been feeling earlier in the evening returned in full force. It was just after six, early by anyone’s standards, but the second I walked in the door, I shook my head when my mother asked if I was hungry and went straight to my bathroom. I showered long enough to clean the remnants of my cum off my body and then crawled into bed. My eyes instantly fell on the stack of bills on the nightstand.

  I felt tears sting my eyes as the realization hit me.

  Not only had I fucked the object of my obsession, and in the back seat of his truck no less, I’d quit my job.

  I’d let my pride rule my head and now I was totally fucked. The money from my first paycheck was already gone, and I’d earmarked the money I’d be earning from my second paycheck to pay the bills that were still several months overdue.

  I let the tears flow because I knew what I needed to do tomorrow.

  I needed to go back to Dallas and beg him to give me my job back.

  So what if he thought I was weak and incapable? My pride wasn’t going to pay the damn bills.

  I was about to turn out the lights and try to lose myself in sleep when my phone buzzed. I didn’t recognize the number for the text, but I didn’t need to since the text took care of that for me.

  Nolan, it’s me, Dallas. Can I talk to you?

  I sat up and stared at the phone. My heart clenched as I remembered how good his mouth had felt on mine. How his hot breath had washed over my skin as he’d pounded into me. He’d held me so damn tight…like he wasn’t ever going to let me go.

  I typed out a simple response. Okay.

  I’m out front.

  I stilled at that for all of two seconds, then jumped out of bed and went to the window overlooking the front yard. Sure enough, Dallas’s darkened pickup was sitting on the curb in front of my parents’ house.

  I swallowed hard at the realization that, despite needing his phone to communicate with me, he’d still driven all the way to my house to actually do it.

  Why?

  Why did he need to be around me to talk to me?

  I highly doubted he was interested in fucking me again, and certainly not on my parents’ quiet, suburban street.

  I typed him a message that I’d be right out and then grabbed my coat and slipped on my shoes. My parents were in the living room, so it was easy to slip out of the house unnoticed, though I wasn’t sure why it mattered since I was a grown man and had the right to come and go as I pleased.

  Dallas had parked his truck just short of the street lamp overhead, so it was dark in the cab. When I climbed into the vehicle, the interior lights didn’t come on. I didn’t like that I couldn’t see him, but I didn’t ask him to turn the lights on, either.

  Maybe it was better that this conversation happen in the dark.

  I could only think of one reason he’d come to my house to talk. He was going to make sure I knew I wasn’t welcome back at the center. It was the only thing that made sense. He was giving me the kiss-off in person because he was a decent guy and he wanted to make sure little Nolan Grainger was okay after getting his pathetic ass fired.

  “Look, Dallas, you don’t have to-”

  Dallas’s hand shot out to cover my arm and I immediately fell silent. His hold on me was gentle, but firm.

  He needed it to be his turn to talk.

  He didn’t look at me as he typed out his message. My phone buzzed in my hand a few moments later and I felt my heart pounding frantically in my throat. I reminded myself that no matter what, I wouldn’t cry in front of him.

  Not again.

  I turned my phone over and unlocked it.

  Nolan, I’m sorry about what happened tonight. It shouldn’t have.

  Before I could respond, another message came
through.

  I’m your boss. It was a line I never should have crossed.

  There was a slight pause, then came, Did I hurt you?

  He was my boss? Present tense? Did that mean…?

  I was almost too afraid to consider what it meant. If he wasn’t firing me, it meant maybe I hadn’t screwed up so badly that things couldn’t be fixed.

  Dallas tapped on my arm to get my attention. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell he was looking at me, and I remembered his last question.

  “No, no, you didn’t hurt me,” I said quickly. To my surprise, his body sagged a bit like he was relieved. “It was…good,” I said lamely. Dallas paused for a beat before returning his attention to his phone, but I stopped him with a tap on his arm. I waited until he was looking at me. “It was perfect, actually.”

  My eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough that I could see his lips pull into a slight smile, but he quickly dipped his head.

  If you come back, I promise it won’t happen again.

  Come back?

  “What?” I squeaked. “You want me to come back?”

  Dallas nodded and then typed something else.

  You’ve been doing an amazing job, Nolan. I’d like you to reconsider quitting. You’re really good with the animals and you’re one of the hardest workers I’ve ever met.

  I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I wanted to, but I just couldn’t.

  “Dallas, you kept checking on me, even after I’d figured out how to do everything.”

  I kept checking on you because I was worried about you. Not because I didn’t think you weren’t doing a good job, but because I was afraid you were too cold and I know how physically hard that kind of work is, even for someone who’s used to doing it. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t pushing yourself too hard trying to impress me or prove something to me.

  I hated the flurry of warmth that went through me. “But you followed me home,” I said.