by Peyton Banks
Dalton kicked open the door to his bedroom and strode through it. He carried Anya as if she were a little child. She knew how much she weighed, and she was no small girl. She was slightly overweight, but the way he marched with her in his arms had her feeling tiny and petite.
He laid her down on the bed and sat on the edge. She watched him turn the light on, then he focused his attention on her.
He reached for her and cupped her cheek in his hand. “You are so beautiful.”
“It took you long enough to notice.” She snorted.
He leaned in close, his lips barely brushing hers. “You were a kid then.”
“I’m all woman now,” she whispered.
She was mesmerized by the way his hair fell into his eyes. He brushed it back and gave her one of his sexy grins.
“Oh, I know. Now come here.” He untucked her towel from around her and pulled. “It’s time for round two.”
“Already?” she gasped.
Dalton stood from the bed, and her gaze dropped down to the erection tenting his towel.
“Cheese and crackers,” she whispered to herself.
Even when she and Glenn had been on good terms, he was never ready to go immediately.
She bit her lip, the pain reminding her that she should not be thinking of her ex while she had Dalton removing his towel in front of her.
She couldn’t help but stare at his cock.
It was a magnificent one, long, thick, and currently hard.
She ran a shaky hand through her hair.
“You’ve already made me climax twice. I don’t think I can,” Anya whimpered. That in itself was an accomplishment. She had always thought herself as a one-orgasm-at-a-time girl, but Dalton blew through that theory.
“Issuing a challenge, are we?” Dalton pushed his hair back from his face and grinned.
“I’m just saying, in the past—”
“I don’t want to hear about the past,” he growled. He rounded the bed and knelt on it. The mattress dipped from his weight.
She turned and watched him wrap his hand around her ankles and pull her down on the bed.
“Open your legs, Anya.”
“But, Dalton, I seriously don’t think—”
“Open. Them.”
Her stomach quivered. What if she couldn’t come again? She didn’t want to be a disappointment in his eyes that she couldn’t keep up with him sexually.
His strong hands coasted up her calves. He was a man who worked with his hands, making them callused. A shiver worked its way down her spine at the sensation of his rough hands along her smooth skin.
Her legs automatically fell apart, leaving her open to him.
She would have felt exposed, but for some reason, with Dalton it felt natural—as if he belonged there.
Her heart pounded as his hands slid farther up her thighs. He knelt between her legs while he ran a hand along her skin.
Dalton was the epitome of sexiness.
And he was currently hers.
He stroked his hand down her thighs. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her soft belly. Apparently, he didn’t care about her pudge.
Her core clenched.
He pressed another kiss lower on her mons, and her breath caught in her throat.
Desire for him built.
He ran a finger amid her folds and found her clitoris.
This was one man who didn’t have any trouble finding it.
She cried out as he stroked her. He pushed a finger inside her. He pulled back and introduced another one, stretching her out.
“Your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he growled, his eyes meeting hers.
“Dalton,” she moaned. She didn’t know what to say. The only thing she could focus on was the man bringing her a tremendous amount of pleasure.
He rolled her clit between his fingers. She gasped, arching off the bed. She shot her hands out and grabbed on to the covers, needing something to hold on to.
He lowered his dark head and gave her one long lick.
He used his tongue to flick her sensitive bud, alternating that motion and sucking on it.
Her body writhed on the bed.
She didn’t care how she looked.
Dalton was taking everything from her.
He feasted on her.
Consumed her.
Had her body shaking in a mindless pool.
She reached down and entwined her fingers in his hair while he continued to pleasure her.
She felt her control slipping.
His fingers thrust back inside her while he continued to torture her clit with his mouth. Her hips pushed toward him.
“Dalton,” she cried out. Her hips lifted off the bed while she reached her climax.
Again.
Dalton gave her one last lick and pushed up off the bed. Her breaths were coming too fast. She opened her eyes and found him propped over her with a cocky grin on his lips.
“Stick with me, baby. I got you,” he mused. He lifted her leg and propped it over his arm, opening her to him.
He stroked himself, and she wiggled her bottom. She needed to feel him stretch her again.
Stick with me, baby.
He didn’t know what he was in for.
She was hooked.
He covered her body with his. He probed her entrance with the head of his cock.
She gasped as he thrust deep inside her.
“Yes,” she hissed. There was a slight burn in her core, but she welcomed it. Dalton was a large man, and her channel quickly adjusted to having him invade her.
There was no rhythm or sweetness.
Just downright good ol’ fucking.
Anya held on to Dalton’s strong shoulders as he pounded into her. His long length pushed farther inside her, hitting her cervix.
She met him stroke for stroke.
The sound of skin slapping filled the air.
Her eyes fluttered closed while she rode the sensation of Dalton having his way with her.
The feel of his muscular body braced over her while he pushed inside her was one that she didn’t ever want to forget.
“Anya,” he ground out.
Her eyes flashed open just in time to see his head swoop down. He covered her mouth with his, taking control of her in all facets. Anya wrapped her arms around him, holding him as close to her as she could.
Their kiss was just as frantic as their movements. Neither of them paid any attention to the headboard slamming against the wall.
Dalton tore his mouth from hers. She watched, enthralled, and he threw his head back and roared. His hips paused, his cock buried deep inside her once he reached his climax.
He was a beautiful sight.
The veins in Dalton’s neck bulged, and his muscles grew taut. A warm sensation filled her as she accepted his gift.
Dalton fell down on her, his breaths tickling her neck. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and held on tight.
She didn’t want to let this go. The feeling of him inside her and all around her made her feel whole.
Deep inside, she knew just that quick, she had fallen head over heels in love with Dalton.
Dalton stirred. He tried to stretch, but something was laying on his arm, keeping it pressed down on the bed.
He cracked open an eye and found Anya snuggled into the crook of his arm.
A small smile graced his lips while he took her in. Her smooth brown skin was flawless. He loved the way it looked lying next to his deeply tanned skin. Her dark hair was laid out on his pillow.
She had a tiny button nose and luscious lips that had traveled the entire length of his body. Her full breasts were crushed against his side. He licked his lips, thinking of their taste.
His dick jerked.
Calm down.
He had to give her a rest. When she’d tried to mention sex in the past, something inside him had roared to life. He wanted to erase any other previous man who had touched her.
He gently brushed her hair away from h
er face, content to just watch her sleep. The sunbeams floating through his window appeared to highlight her beauty.
Her face contorted into a frown. Dalton watched her breathing go from slow to almost haphazard.
Was she having a nightmare?
She sprang forward in the bed, gasping for air.
“You’re safe,” he murmured. He pushed up on his elbow and touched Anya’s shoulder.
She glanced over at him with wide eyes.
Whatever she had dreamed about, scared her.
“I’m… I’m okay,” she muttered. She tucked her hair behind her ear and breathed out a deep sigh.
She was lying. Dalton could tell by the hitch in her voice and the tremor in her hand.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked softly. Dalton reached up and rubbed her back. “I’m here if you need me.”
She turned to him with a small smile. “I’m okay now.”
She laid back down on her pillows facing him. He ran his fingers along her cheekbone and jawline.
He couldn’t stop touching her.
“Whatever you were dreaming about must have really bothered you.”
“Can we just drop it, please?” Anya asked. Her hand settled on his wrist.
He paused, staring deep into her eyes, sensing small hints of fear in them. She blinked, and what he had seen was now gone.
“Sure.” He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling back. He didn’t know what she was hiding, but he didn’t like the thought of a dream causing her fear. “Do you have any plans for today?”
He was hoping she didn’t. The thought of staying in bed with Anya throughout all of his off day sounded perfect.
“Actually, I do have something to do today. Can you take me back to my parents’ house?” She sat up and leaned back against the plush pillows. She kept the blanket pulled up over her breasts.
He wrestled to get the blanket off her. She giggled as she tried to keep it covered.
“You shouldn’t hide perfection,” he grumbled, pushing the blanket away from her.
She tried to fold her arms over her breasts, but he was having none of that.
“Oh no. After everything we’ve done, you are not turning shy on me.”
He reached out and gripped her by her waist and tickled her. She screamed, her legs flailing on the bed. He rolled them over to where he was hovering above her. Her breasts came into view, and he couldn’t help but lean down and give one of her nipples a kiss.
“Dalton,” she breathed. Her fingers threaded themselves in his hair.
He gently sucked the bud into his mouth.
“I have to leave. I have to go to the courthouse to fill out some papers.”
He released her nipple and lifted his head to meet her eyes. “For what?” He was curious. Why would she need to go to the courthouse? Was there a different reason she was staying with her parents than what she’d told him?
“Business-related, that’s all.”
“Want me to take you?” he offered.
“No!” she practically shouted. “I mean, no, you don’t have to do that. It will be boring.”
He sat back, suspicious about her reaction to his suggestion. She was hiding something, and he wanted to know what it was.
But he would wait. Obviously, it was something Anya didn’t want to share.
“Okay, then,” he murmured. He lowered his head and gave that beaded nipple another lick. He just couldn’t stop tasting her breasts. They were absolutely delicious.
She pulled his head up then down to her. He covered her lips in a gentle kiss that soon turned passionate.
“Promise to call me as soon as you’re done?” he asked. He brushed his lips against hers again.
“Sure.” Her lips spread out into a wide grin. “Please take me to my parents’ now?”
She took advantage of their closeness and rubbed her breasts along his chest.
He bit back a groan and pushed off her. He rolled away and stood from the bed. His cock was already hard and ready for her. Her gaze dropped down to it, and he chuckled.
“Let’s go, and you better call me later, or I’m going to think you just used me for my body,” he muttered.
Her musical laughter filled the air.
He bit back a smile and walked over to his dresser. He pulled it open to grab a pair of clean boxers. His breath caught in his throat.
Condoms.
Well, shit.
How the hell did he forget them?
He was a grown man, not some silly, wet-behind-the-ears kid.
He ran a hand along his face and turned back to Anya. He didn’t want to kill the mood, but they needed to have a little chat.
10
Anya guided her mother’s car into the parking lot of the police station and found a spot. She glanced down at her hands and saw a slight tremor. She gripped the steering wheel tight and tried to will her nerves to calm down.
Glenn was arrested.
He can’t hurt you right now.
Anya straightened up and grabbed her purse. She killed the engine and got out of the car. She pressed her hand along the handle to lock the door.
Modern technology was amazing.
She still couldn’t get over the fact her mother’s car switched on with a push of a button. The keys were still in her purse. Her old clunker was old-fashioned and would only start once a key was placed in the ignition and turned.
She walked up to the front door of the police station, and her heart raced.
Now or never.
She entered the building and made her way to the counter.
A woman in a blue police uniform stood at the counter. Her gray hair was ushered up into a ponytail, and she had a no-nonsense look on her face.
“Can I help you?”
The woman’s badge read Officer Loot.
“Hello. Officer Cain asked for me to come down here to fill out some papers—”
“Does he know you were coming?” Officer Loot pulled a pen from her ponytail. She pressed the pen down on a piece of paper on a clipboard before her and paused.
“He asked me to come down here. But I didn’t call him and say I was coming now.” Anya fidgeted under the woman’s glare.
“Let me see if he’s here.” She picked up the phone and placed it on her ear. She turned to her computer, blatantly ignoring Anya. “Hey, some woman is here for Cain. Is he here?”
Anya stood still and tried her best to keep the smile on her lips. On the inside, Anya’s body was screaming for her to run out of there fast.
“All right. I’ll bring the girl back. What am I, an escort?” The sour woman slammed the phone down and waved for Anya to follow her. “Come on. Cain is at his desk.”
“Thank you,” Anya replied, but all the woman did was offer a grunt.
She walked behind the counter and took in the scene. It was like something off a television movie. She marched down a hallway that ended with one great room. There were rows of desks everywhere with people in suits and uniforms working. A few people were in handcuffs, too. She tightened her grip on her purse and followed Officer Loot over to where Officer Cain was sitting.
He banged his hand on the computer monitor, muttering a curse.
“Here’s your guest, Cain,” Loot snapped.
His head swiveled toward her. “Thanks, Loot. Miss Graham, please have a seat.” He motioned to the chair next to his desk.
“Whatever,” Loot mumbled while walking away.
“Pleasant woman,” Anya murmured, easing into the chair.
“Don’t worry about Officer Loot. She’s been here for a hundred years. She’s more bark than bite.” He pulled open a drawer and took some papers out.
“So, what do you need me to fill out?” she asked. She glanced around, uncomfortable being in the station.
All the memories of being in a familiar building in Atlanta came to mind.
“Well, I thought you were going to come yesterday,” Cain began.
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bsp; “I was slightly busy with work,” she fibbed. She played with the straps on her purse and prayed Cain wouldn’t know she had just told a little white lie.
“Okay, well, you can still sign what I need you to sign. Unfortunately, Mr. Willis was released last night.”
“Released?” she gasped. She sat up straighter. “Why? How?”
“He posted bail. He’ll have his day in court. Have you filed the paperwork I suggested to you?” He leaned back and clasped his hands together.
“No, I’m going there when I leave here,” she admitted. Anxiety rose in her chest. If Glenn was out, then she’d definitely wasn’t returning to her apartment.
He would blame her for being arrested.
“You see that you do. I have a bad feeling about Mr. Willis, and I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you.”
Anya offered a stiff smile. Officer Cain slid the papers in front of her and handed her a pen. She glanced briefly over the report that described the events that had taken place at her home. Her stomach flipped at the mention of the police observing Glenn push buttons on the intercom to get someone to buzz him in.
How dimwitted were the people who lived in the building? Who would grant entrance to someone they didn’t know?
“Initial here and then sign here.” Cain pointed on the paper.
She signed the papers and pushed them back to him. She stood from the chair and hefted her purse strap onto her shoulder.
“Thank you for everything, Officer Cain.” She held out her hand.
He stood and took hers in a firm shake. “Please be careful out there, Miss Graham. Make sure you don’t answer the door if you don’t know who it is—”
“I’ve actually been staying at my parents’ house since that night.” A tremor worked its way through her body. She didn’t know if she would ever want to go back to her apartment. She felt violated having Glenn in her home.
“Well, good. Let me show you the way out of here.”
“Anya?” a deep baritone voice called out behind her.
She turned, and the color drained from her face.
Dallas.
She hadn’t seen him in years. He stalked through the bullpen. He looked the same but was mature and seemed hardened. She was sure his time in the service wasn’t a walk in the park. Instead of the tall skinny kid, he was older and filled out.