Protecting Dallas

The three musclebound military men, slamfucking you into oblivion…

Yeah, that too. Definitely that.

The whole thing had been so dirty, so naughty, so unexpected. And it had been slutty, too. But slutty in a gloriously powerful way.

They worshiped you. Treated you like a goddess.

They had, really. All three of them had been dominating yet caring. Strong and insistent, yet gentle where it mattered. They’d taken care of me. Made sure I was alright, all throughout our filthy little act, and they’d brought me off at least four separate times that I could count, to boot.

I dropped the loofah and let my hand slip beneath the water. It slid down my stomach, my breath catching in my throat as it wandered into the tender valley between my thighs.

You fucked all three of them.

Yes, I had. And it was incredible.

One by one. Two at a time…

I closed my eyes, picturing how I must’ve looked. Wishing there had been a mirror in Kane’s room, so I could’ve watched myself writhing between them. I wanted a better visual of their bodies clenching and pumping. I needed to see myself being screwed hotly from both ends.

Lazily I dragged my middle finger up and down my warm slit. Yes, maybe it was slutty. But slutty in all the best ways.

“Mmmmm…”

My slow purr of satisfaction echoed against the white-tiled walls. I continued exploring myself, delving deeper. My breathing growing more rapid as the heel of my thumb bumped tortuously against my aching clit…

BEEP BEEP!

I sat up at the distant chime of the front door. The double-beep indicating that

someone had come in after successfully entering the alarm code.

“Dallas?”

“Up here!”

Maddox’s voice was preceded by his heavy footfalls on the staircase. Or bootfalls. Or whatever they were.

“Oh, there you are.”

I’d left the bathroom door open intentionally. No need for modesty, really. Not anymore. Not after last night.

Hell, walking around the house in my underwear was back on the menu too.

My back was to the doorway when I felt his presence. I craned my neck over the edge of the tub and smiled at him upside-down.

“What’s up?”

He paused awkwardly, trying not to stare. Then he realized he could stare, and I saw his eyes begin to wander.

“We uh… we need you downstairs. To talk about stuff.”

Shit.

“Is this about last night?” I asked hesitantly. I was hoping against hope they hadn’t changed their minds.

Maddox thought for a moment, then his whole expression changed. “Oh no, no! Not about that,” he said hastily. “We wanted to talk you about other stuff.”

“Other stuff…”