Dallas

by Peyton Banks

  Dallas

  Trust and Honor

  Peyton Banks

  Contents

  Dallas

  Notice

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  A Note From the Author

  About the Author

  Also by Peyton Banks

  Copyright © 2019 by Peyton Banks

  Editor: Emmy Ellis with Studioenp.

  Cover Design by Just Write. Creations.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, businesses, events, and incidents are a figment of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any similarities to real people, businesses, locations, history, and events are a coincidence.

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

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  Dallas

  Trust & Honor

  It wasn't his job to protect her, but there's no way he's leaving her side.

  Dallas McNeil had spent half his life serving his country. War and death had left him cold and hollow. Embracing the darkness of his former life, he wouldn't have much to offer anyone.

  Candi was a beacon of light that made his cold heart beat again. He's always had a sweet tooth, and she was just the treat to satisfy it. She's too good for the likes of him, but he can't stay away—he needed her.

  When danger comes for her, he's more than qualified to keep her safe. This is one mission he refuses to fail. If he does, how would he survive?

  Notice

  This short novella was previously published in the

  Obsessive Temptations Boxset.

  Chapter One

  Black with four sugars.

  That was how he liked his coffee.

  Candi bit her lip to keep from smiling. While waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing, she grabbed a tall paper traveling cup and counted out the sugars.

  The kitchen was bustling with the cooks scurrying around getting ready for the dinner rush. Glancing at her watch, Candi knew he would be arriving for his shift any minute.

  “How is it someone like him is sweet on you but gruff with everyone else?”

  Candi spun slightly to see her friend and coworker, Kay, arrive at her side. Kay Moran was downright gorgeous. Tall, thin, with thick blonde hair, she turned the head of any man with a pulse. When Candi had been hired as a server, the two of them had hit it off and became fast friends.

  Candi rolled her eyes at Kay’s raised eyebrows. Kay didn’t have to say what she was thinking. Candi read her loud and clear.

  “I don’t know.” Candi shrugged. She rotated back to the coffeemaker to find it had finished brewing. “I keep the coffee coming. You should try being nice sometime. You can always win over a bear with honey.”

  Her lips spread into a silly grin. Bear didn’t even begin to describe him.

  Dallas McNeil.

  Just the sound of his name had her wanting to sigh and daydream about the tall, muscular bouncer. Her heart fluttered with the thought of seeing him. Her core always clenched with need at his intense gaze.

  “Yeah, and he’ll bite my damn arm off if I tried,” Kay muttered.

  Candi chuckled and poured Dallas a hefty cup of java. “He’s not that bad.”

  She couldn’t keep the grin from spreading wider. She met Kay’s gaze and laughed.

  Dallas was a bit rough around the edges, but he was protective of her. All the bouncers who worked in the bar ensured the females were safe, but Dallas went a little above and beyond his duty.

  The little hole-in-the-wall, The Commoner was located in Downtown Las Vegas, and the place could get rowdy. Candi had perfected dodging wandering hands, but once in a while one connected with her ample bottom.

  That was when Dallas stepped in.

  The servers were not to be touched in any way. The bar and grill wasn’t that type of place. In Nevada, there were plenty of establishments where men could get anything they wanted from a woman, but The Commoner was not one of them.

  The Downtown Las Vegas scene was up-and-coming, with numerous bars and restaurants within walking distance that attracted the tourists away from the strip. The draw was the good food, drinks, and fun atmosphere that kept the bars packed. The Commoner was a popular pub, and the tips were great.

  “Well, he certainly has his eye on you.” Kay gently shoved her with her elbow.

  “Whatever,” Candi muttered, busying herself by putting the top on the cup. Deep down inside, she knew she had a crush on Dallas, but she didn’t think she could act on it. She had too much baggage and couldn’t ask a man to take any of it on.

  Dallas was a good guy. He moonlighted at The Commoner, but he worked full time for the Las Vegas police department. She’d heard some talk that he had been in the service which she could totally see by his demeanor.

  “Don’t act like you don’t know it.” Kay pushed off the counter and walked past her toward the door that led out to the main room.

  “I’m just taking a cup of coffee to my coworker.” Candi snorted. Her heart raced with the thought of seeing Dallas tonight. She smoothed down her long, dark hair and wiped her hands on her jeans.

  “You look beautiful, as usual.” Kay smirked.

  Candi ignored her friend and tried to will her heart to slow down.

  She grabbed the cup and followed Kay out the door into the main area of the bar. The light was low, and the place was already filling up with customers. She only had a few minutes until her shift started. By the looks of it, she may be jumping in a little early.

  Her gaze roamed the dark interior before landing on the familiar figure.

  Everything faded away.

  She had eyes only for him.

  Gripping the cup tight, she separated from Kay and headed in his direction. Her breaths came fast as she took him in. Like the other bouncers, he wore a black shirt that had the word ‘security’ on the front. His biceps were on display when the short sleeves of the shirt slipped up.

  Candi drank in the tattoos that lined his arms. She would give her left boob to be able to study them up close and personal.

  His dark jeans hugged him perfectly. As if feeling her eyes on him, he turned away from the other bouncer, Tanner. His intense gaze slowly perused her body, and her breath escaped her.

  She ignored the scream of her lungs. Her hips swayed a little more, she held in her tummy—not wanting to show off her slight pudge as much—and kept walking toward him.

  Breathe! a voice screamed.

  She inhaled deeply, and a slight shyness overcame her. What was her problem?

  Biting her lip, she refused to look away. She was playing with fire. She wasn’t ready for anything with a man, but there was something about Dallas.

  He was certainly different from her ex-husband. Just the thought of Lamont had her blinking, snapping her out of the trance Dallas wove over her. It was like having a cold splash of water being thrown on her. Her step faltered slightly, but she kept going.

  What was it about men and their muscles that just drew her to them like a moth to a flame?

  But Dallas was nothing like Lamont.

  In her gut, she knew that.

  Lamont was controlling. Liked to use his fists to show her he was more
powerful than her. That he could make her do what he wanted with his fist.

  But no more.

  She’d finally got the nerve to leave.

  It had taken a while, but she had done it.

  The last time Lamont had put his hands on her, she’d ended up in the hospital with a broken arm.

  That had been the final straw.

  The nurses in the emergency room had been sympathetic and had stayed with her until the police had arrived. She had lost touch with who she was, and a reflection of herself in the bathroom at the hospital had changed everything. The person staring at back at her was a stranger.

  She was tired of living her life in fear. Afraid that one small thing would set Lamont off. Scared that one day she’d be brought to the hospital in a body bag.

  That night, her life had transformed.

  She would take back control. One step at a time.

  When the female police officer had approached her, Candi didn’t wait for her to ask questions.

  “I want to press charges,” she’d whispered.

  The woman had nodded and asked her the vital information she’d needed.

  Snapping out of the past, Candi arrived at Dallas’s side, and all of the fear and worry she’d harbored just dissipated.

  His dark stare took her breath away. His gaze dropped down to the cup in her hands, and his lips tilted up ever so slightly.

  Her fear was completely gone.

  Dallas was different.

  “Hey, Dallas,” she murmured. She held the cup up to him.

  He reached out and took it from her. Their fingers faintly brushed each other. She lingered for a brief second then pulled her hand back.

  “Just the way you like it.”

  “Thanks, Candi.” He took a sip of it, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second before opening again.

  Her heart quivered at the look of contentment on his face.

  “It’s perfect.”

  “Where’s my coffee?” Tanner asked. He feigned as if he was hurt, clutching his chest.

  “It’s still in the kitchen. You can go grab it when you want.” She playfully shrugged her shoulder. It wasn’t Tanner who had captured her eye. He was a nice guy and moonlighted at The Commoner like Dallas. He was handsome and always had women visiting the bar hanging off him.

  “That’s just wrong. Dallas is the meanest son of a—”

  “Watch it, Tanner,” Dallas’s deep voice rumbled, cutting Tanner off.

  It washed over her in waves and sent goosebumps down her arms. His gaze cut to Tanner, who held up his hands in defeat.

  “Did you work today?” she asked.

  He nodded, taking another sip of the coffee. She made a mental note to keep it coming for him. He wasn’t a man of many words that she was aware of. He was more the silent, brooding type who dripped sex appeal.

  “Candi!” a voice called out behind her.

  She glanced over her shoulder. Her boss, Adam, waved her down.

  “I guess duty calls,” she said, turning toward to Dallas and Tanner. She backed away and spun on her heel before she said something crazy.

  Like ask Dallas out for coffee or something when the bar closed.

  Walking toward Adam, she could feel Dallas’s gaze on her. Well, if he was going to watch her, she’d put on a show. She swung her wide hips and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

  “Hey, can you clock in now?” Adam asked once she stopped in front of him. He was already looking frazzled, and the night had barely begun.

  “Sure. I don’t mind,” she said.

  “You’ll take your normal area. Tina called off, and I’m going to try to see if Kate can come in.” He patted her on her shoulder while walking away.

  She glanced back to Dallas and met his gaze from across the room. Her lips curved up in a small smile. She quickly made her way to the bar and grabbed her apron from behind it.

  “Looks like it’s going to be a busy night,” Tony, the bartender, said.

  “Hey, Tony. Guess so. That means good tips.” She laughed, tying the ties of her apron around her. She took straws and stuffed them in the front pockets, preparing herself.

  “It better be. Daddy got bills to pay.” He laughed, too, wiping the counter down. The bar only had a few seats open. The patrons’ attention was on the basketball game.

  “Don’t we all.” She snickered. Grabbing a pen, she headed out into the busy atmosphere and walked toward the table that Jenny, the hostess, had just seated.

  The familiar sensation of being watched filled her. She glanced over toward where Dallas stayed posted and met his gaze. He didn’t act like he was looking anywhere else. He nodded to her, and she knew they were going to have a good night.

  “Hi, I’m Candi,” she greeted the couple at the table with a smile.

  With Dallas there, she’d have no worries.

  Chapter Two

  She always made his coffee just right.

  Strong and sweet.

  It was certainly nothing like the black tar they served down at the precinct.

  Candi Jennings was one of the reasons Dallas continued picking up shifts at The Commoner. She captivated him, and it was hard for him to look away. Just the sight of her walking to him with the gentle sway in her hips had his cock twitching. Her standard uniform of low V-cut t-shirt and jeans did little to hide her body. Her ample bosom and hips that flared out was enough to make a man almost fall to his knees. Her brown skin was flawless except for a small healed cut located just above her left eye.

  Her shyness drew out the beast in him. He didn’t really know her aside from the fact she was a waitress at the bar. She didn’t wear any rings on her fingers that he ever saw, and she was friends with the other server, Kay.

  Deep down, he wanted to get to know her better. Find out what pleased her. What excited her. What she’d look like climaxing. He just knew he needed to see her smile.

  Smile at him.

  Even after working a ten-hour shift and coming here, seeing her plump lips curve up in into a beautiful smile was like a breath of fresh fucking air. Her smooth brown skin called to him. He wanted to explore it all. Strip her out of her clothes and lay her down on his bed so he could study every inch of her.

  Her smile and the swell of her hips were his weakness.

  When they had first met, he’d been dog-shit tired, coming off of a double. He hadn’t wanted to cancel covering The Commoner and leave the guys down a man on a busy Saturday. He had been in one hell of a mood. Irritated and on a short fuse, but that hadn’t seemed to keep her from approaching him.

  A short, brown-skinned woman with long, dark hair and a curvy frame walked up to him. She cocked her head to the side while she stared up at him.

  “How do you take it?” she asked.

  Her voice was husky, and his gaze dropped down to her plump lips. He took in the lady before him and instantly felt a stirring in his pants. She was a beautiful African-American woman with a voluptuous body. He’d first noticed her when he’d strolled in, not recognizing her. Tanner had just been talking about the new server before she’d appeared next to him.

  He paused, not sure what the hell she was asking.

  “Excuse me?” he said. He needed to clarify exactly what she was asking of him. Images of the two of them flashed before his eyes, and if she wanted to know how he’d like to have her, he’d answer truthfully.

  Anyway he could get her.

  She was a knockout.

  Her lips bent up into a smile. A sheepish look appeared on her face as she realized what she had said.

  “Your coffee.” She giggled.

  His dick twitched at her strong, country twang.

  She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and tilted her head back to gaze up at him. “Sweetie, you look like death warmed over. I make a mean pot of coffee. I’ll get you a cup.”

  He relaxed a little bit and ran a hand over his face. He grimaced at the amount of scruff that met his palm. He didn’t think he’d looked t
hat bad, but if she had taken notice, then he must look like shit.

  “Black with sugar.”

  Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose, but she didn’t say a word.

  “Coming right up.”

  “Wait.” He grabbed her wrist. He instantly released her when her body stiffened. It triggered something deep down inside him. He recognized the expression in her face as she turned and met his eyes. Fear. It didn’t sit too well with him. A woman like her didn’t have anything to fear from him. “I didn’t catch your name.”

  The apprehension disappeared from her eyes, and she relaxed. Her lips curled up into a smile. He was a goner.

  “Candi. Yours?”

  “Dallas.”

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dallas,” she drawled. She turned and walked away.

  Candi.

  Well, hell. He always did have a sweet tooth.

  “When are you going to ask her out?” Tanner’s voice broke through Dallas’s thoughts.

  He turned to find his friend leaning back on the wall. The crowd had grown thick. The dance floor was full of people gyrating to the latest popular song. Bodies writhed against each other.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered. His gaze cut to Tanner who smirked at him.

  “Sure. Like you don’t have the hots for her.” Tanner chuckled. “She’s attractive, but none of us is willing to cross you to make a play for her.”

  Dallas released a curse. He had thought he’d been able to hide his interest. He focused his attention back on the crowd. The atmosphere in the bar was electric. For once, everyone was behaving and just having a good time.

  Hell yeah, he was interested in Candi. What red-blooded man wouldn’t be?