Protecting Dallas

We’d all agreed that what happened had been spontaneous and blameless. Totally unplanned. And yes, maybe even a little screwed up. Especially when we factored Connor into the equation. I mean shit, after all—

“Fuck me…” Dallas moaned, pulling me further inside her. Her fingernails were digging into my ass now, and I didn’t mind a single bit. “Go harder, honey. Please…”

I picked up the pace, matching her stroke for stroke until her head lolled back with a sigh. With her eyes closed and her full lips parted she looked like a goddess. She had the perfect features of a Greek statue come to life; pink flesh from sculpted stone.

We all need to be okay with this. Every one of us.

My words again, stern and commanding. Even though I was talking mostly to myself.

All of us or none of us.

Kane had agreed right away, with a grunt and a nod. He’d wanted her for so long there was no way he could ever go back. Austin had been a bit more reluctant, but only in that he was still shocked by what happened. Once we talked it out… discussed the rules and the reasons behind them…

It’s more natural than it sounds, the inner voice in my head assured me. For the three of you, anyway. Nothing more than an extension of a thousand other things you’ve shared together as soldiers. As brothers-in-arms…

Yes, that might be true. But this was a person. A person with emotions, a person with feelings.

We go only as far as she’s comfortable, and not an inch further, I remembered saying. Hell, she could end it immediately. She could pretend it never even happened.

It was a risk for sure. An obvious out. If Dallas wanted that, she’d have it — no hard feelings, no questions asked.

And if she does that, we have to respect it. It’s over immediately… for all three of us.

Four actually, but who was counting? The important part was making Dallas comfortable. Chalking up our lewd little act to just that: a single night of one-time debauchery. A curiosity fulfilled. Perhaps even a fantasy, satisfied.

Except she enjoyed it. Faced and embraced it, even.

And she wanted to do it again.

“MmmmMMmMMMMMM!”

I stared back into her eyes, at the penultimate moment of her climax. Dallas’s legs quivered violently. Her back arched, her mouth opened, and suddenly she was coming.

Unfuckingbelievable.

It was, truly. She was so tight, so breathtakingly beautiful, I couldn’t help but finish at the same time. Her pussy contracted around me, squeezing me like a vice as I drove myself home one final time. Then I was coming too — shooting and spurting, painting her from the inside out with jet after jet of my hot, runny seed.

Four pulses… five… six…

Every beat was pure white ecstasy. Every throb sent a new surge of pleasure rocketing through my endorphin-rattled brain.

I cried out, then began plunging in and out of her again. I kept fucking her… kissing her… crushing her beneath my hard chest while pushing her legs so wide I thought she might split in two.

Only she didn’t. Dallas Winters took everything I gave her, crying and whimpering and clutching me back. She never stopped screwing for even a single second, squeezing me against her body until every last drop of me had been drained inside her.

Christ, I want this.

I knew it back then, the first time we’d been together. Hell, somehow I knew it even before that.

The others had better be on the same page, I thought to myself grimly. Because… Well, because…

“Holy fuck…” Dallas choked as we collapsed together. Our bodies remained wonderfully tangled. The whole room reeked of sex. “That… that was…”

“Life altering?”

A cute little laugh escaped her pretty throat. She nodded.

“I was going to say a religious experience.”