Authors: Em Petrova
Dallas Nights (3 page)
With her clothes righted and the
fire between her legs worse than before her release, she obeyed Dallas and climbed into her truck. He gave her a lingering look that she couldn’t read, especially in the darkness.
He wants me
out of his hair.
He slashed the air with a hand. “
Wait till I start pulling with my truck, then give it a little gas. If you floor it, you’ll only sink in deeper.”
Too late.
I’m sunk.
She nodded, glad it was night and her face wasn
’t an open book for him to scour. Still shaking, she waited for him to get into his big truck. At the lurch of her vehicle, she pressed on the gas pedal. The tires spun, and her truck jerked. The spray of mud sounded, and she let up, just as Dallas did.
He slammed his door and app
eared at her window. “No use. I don’t want to bury it. I’ll get the tractor tomorrow and we’ll haul it out of here, but for tonight, I’ll take you home.”
Disappointment flooded her.
Part of her wanted him to take her back to his ranch. Standing in his kitchen had filled her with longing. She wanted that cracked linoleum and the old-fashioned phone to be hers.
She stared at him through her window. He stomped a
heel into the dirt and shook his head. “I’m sorry for what happened tonight, Ellie.”
They rode to h
er house in charged silence. She couldn’t look at his hands without shivering from the feel of his long, powerful fingers thrusting into her. She wanted more, but apparently the mistakes of a stupid young woman would shadow her forever.
He
stopped in front of her house to drop her off, just as he had when they were in high school. Dogs circled his truck, barking. When she didn’t get out, Dallas reached across her and pulled the door handle.
Pain ricocheted around the walls of her heart.
“So you can’t forgive me.”
H
e eyed her, wariness scrawled all over his handsome features. Lines cut around his mouth. Instead of answering her, he said, “I’ll be by to pick you up at nine. We’ll get your truck out then.”
Bobbing her head, she slipped
out and stood in the night, alone. But as he drove away, she saw him lift his fingers to his nose—the same fingers that had filled her only a short time ago.
Chapter Two
So fucking swift. Coming in my pants like a teenager.
How stupid could he be—touching her that way? Of course he couldn’t maintain control. He’d spent six long years dreaming of Ellie’s legs wrapped around him and her sweet juices flooding his fingers, his mouth, his cock.
Six years waiting to look into her e
yes—the windows to her soul.
Damn her for coming back and stripping him bare
this way again.
He tore through his barn chores like a Texas tornado. Not that he was eager to go pick her up or anything.
He spent some time grooming his horses, running the brush over their soft coats in hopes of gaining precious calm.
Because in minutes,
I’ll be at war again.
Through
the vents high in the barn, light flooded the space. The first time he’d kissed Ellie, he’d pushed her into a shaft of light in his father’s barn and watched her green eyes sparkle like emeralds before lowering his mouth to hers.
Dallas shook himself. He
’d hardened himself against her for a reason. Trusting her ever again would be impossible.
By the time he pulled up in front of her family home,
his pulse pounded in his temples, and his cock was as hard as a ball bat. It rode along his inner thigh, throbbing in time to his heart.
He poised the heel of his hand over the horn, but she emerged from the pristine ranch house before he could honk.
His breath caught. Her hair floated in luxurious waves around her shoulders, and she wore another pair of shorty shorts, frayed at the hems, and black this time. Her top was spring green, corset-shaped, and hugging her breasts like a lover.
He let his gaze trav
el down her legs to the battered cowboy boots he recognized as her favorite from years ago.
Tearing his gaze away, he tapped a rhythm on the steering wheel. She hopped in and slammed the door.
A gush of delicious vanilla body wash flooded the truck.
“
Hey, Dallas. I’m sorry again about this.”
He slid the truck into gear. “
Don’t worry about it.”
She reached across and wrapped her fingers around his forearm. He stared at her silky digits, and his cock battered his jeans to get at that soft hand.
Shifting his gaze to her, he steeled himself. However, no matter how much he prepared himself, when he met her gaze, he couldn’t breathe.
She made a face, eyes rolled up and tongue out. A rumble of laughter burst from him.
Without thought, he tweaked her nose.
That loo
k of vulnerability transformed her features, and once more, she was his own Ellie girl.
“
C’mon, Scooter. Let’s get your truck out of the mud.”
She collapsed against the seat, smiling and relaxed. “
I forgot you called me that.”
The nickname went back all th
e way to eighth grade, when they’d challenged each other to a scooter race in gym class and she’d purposely run over his toes to reach the finish line first.
“
So tell me why you’re in town.” He tried to pry his gaze off her supple thighs but failed. Twice. Three times. Any more gawking and he’d run off the road and get stuck too.
She crossed her legs deliberately, aware of his stare. “
Thought it was time to own up to my roots.”
He shot her a look. “
You’ve been running for a while.”
“
From who I am, yeah.” She shook her head. “You know I didn’t want to be bogged down in country life.”
Which is why you chose
Nathan Rafferty.
He set his molars together and clamped off his smartass comment.
“I didn’t want cowboys or horses or smelly barns.”
His heart panged.
I’m a cowboy, and horses and smelly barns are all I have to offer.
So, she was out of reach again. So stupid of him to fall for her a second time.
When he didn’t reply, she realized her error and backtracked, tripping over herself by talking about other people who weren’t her type of people—not Dallas. Never Dallas.
“’
Course not,” he murmured.
They rode in silence for a few more miles while he stewed
over her words. Finally, he couldn’t restrain himself another moment. Jerking the truck off the country lane, he pulled into the high weeds.
Last night, he
’d missed out on some major fun. It wouldn’t happen a second time.
“
What are you doing?”
He slammed
the gearshift into park and turned to her. “Listen, Ellie, I’m done dancin’ with you. You don’t want a cowboy, yet you threw yourself at one last night. You don’t want country life, but you went out of your way to come home and even to visit Hart’s Pond. What is your game?”
Emotion passed over her face, flitting from joy to fear to mortification in a blink. She shook her head. “
No game, Dallas. I… haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
His voice raised a notch. “
You think I have?” Then rose again. “
Damn
you, Ellie Lannigan! You want me to give you a calendar marked with all the days I wanted you, even after seeing you in that dipshit’s arms? Fuck.” He doffed his hat and jammed his fingers through his hair.
“
I made a mistake. I was young and stupid—”
“
Yeah, and you’re not going to make it again. Get your ass over here.” He pointed to his lap.
Her eyes widened, showcasing the dark fringe of lashes.
When she hesitated, he hardened his resolve. “Here. Now,” he bit off.
They stared at each other, electricity snappin
g. Deep in her eyes, he saw her desire to listen to him. And he wanted her to choose him this time.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid across the console into his lap. Her round ass
fitted perfectly to his thighs. His hard shaft nudged her heat.
“
Put your arms around me and don’t let go,” he said, fixated on her lips.
“
Never,” she breathed.
He claimed her mouth. No gentle teasing
but down and dirty, mauling kisses. He bent her over his arm and ravaged her mouth. Short gasps escaped her, followed by moans that made his balls clench with need.
She tasted of toothpaste and…
“Since when did you start drinking coffee?”
“
When did you start chewing cinnamon gum?” Her eyes were fogged with pleasure.
He attac
ked her again. Chasing her tongue around her mouth, he pinched her nipples until they were two sharp nubs poking her top. Cupping the back of her head, he closed his eyes at the silken feel of her hair between his fingers. With a twist, he tugged it.
She cried out and kissed with more fervor. His grin
interrupted the kiss, and she returned it.
Several heartbeats later, he tore away. He shoved the door open and toppled out with her in his arms. She opened her mouth, but he silenced her with a hard stamp of his mouth.
“Bend over that seat and don’t think about disobeying me.”
She squawked, but he spun her and planted a hand on her lower back to press her down. Her firm ass
was inches from his cock. For a dizzying moment, he thought he’d blow early again.
Clenching his jaw, he tried to think of anything but plunging
into her tight, wet pussy.
Hoof rot.
Ventriloquist shows
.
Algebra.
Drawing deep breaths through his nose, he gained a semblance of control. He reached around her and cupped her breasts, kneading them until she arched. Then gliding his hands down her narrow waist to the flare of her hips, he found the soft indentations above her pelvis bones.
Digging his thumbs in, he tugged her ass against his cock.
Damn, had there ever been another woman for him?
“
Ohhh, Dallas.”
He jerked her ass into him again and again,
dry-grinding on the strip of denim that covered her pussy.
When he thought she was good and needy, he dipped his fingertip between her thighs, under that denim, and found she wasn
’t wearing panties.
“
Sweet fucking hell.” He drowned in her slick, bare folds for a moment. Impulsively, he dropped to his knees, shoved aside the denim, and tongued her.
She cried out
.
Her honey coated his lips, and he burrowed deeper, seeking more. He fumbled with her button and zipper and dropped her shorts to her ankles. She
’d raised her upper body, but he pressed her back down, letting his fingers linger on her bare skin.
“
Don’t get up.” He licked a path from her clit to her ass, then down again. Dragging his tongue through her soaked folds, he concentrated on her flavors. As he moved up again, her flesh quivered under his tongue.
Moaning with a new hunger, he swirled his tongue around her netherhole while finger-fucking her. When he felt her body tense and the release building, he withdrew.
In a few tugs, he stripped her shorts down to her ankles.
Sitting back on his heels, he stared at the glory of her bare ass and tanned thighs. Hell, she was going to kill him.
She started to straighten.
“
Don’t you dare disobey me. I’m calling the shots here.”
She quivered. “
Ok-kay.”
He ran h
is hand over the front of his jeans, aching to get his cock out and thrust into her. Instead, he ran his free fingers down her slit. Her pussy lips glistened with cream, and her muscles contracted, very slowly. And again.
She was so close
—clinging to the precipice, about to fall over the cliff of ecstasy.
* * * * *
“Not yet.” He stood and fumbled off his jeans and boots, quivering like a schoolboy. He ripped away his shirt and then hers. Her bra followed. When he blanketed her nude back with his chest, she hissed at the contact.
“
Dallas, I need you. Want you. For years, I’ve wanted you.”
He clamped his mouth over her nape and sucked. She writhed under his
roving hands and lips. When she felt the flesh of her neck grow warm, her blood rising to the surface, he pulled back.
“
You marked me,” she whispered.