Page 33 of The Stallion
My exceptionally attractive one-night stand was now standing right behind me, with his beautiful, dirty blonde hair that begged to be tugged, hands casually placed in the pockets of his jeans, and a smug smile that could set ovaries on fire.
Why did he have to be so fucking hot?
“It’s not stalking if you wanted me to find you.”
“Bold statement coming from a man who somehow managed to show up on a random college campus football field in the middle of Arizona. What are the odds that you’d know exactly where I’d be this afternoon?” I pushed as much sarcasm into my words as possible, and all Dallas did in response was shrug, as if he had found me by happy fucking coincidence.
Dallas stalked across the running track to where I was standing, and immediately, my breath hitched—my lower belly aching for him.
“Well, since I live and work in Vegas, I think it’s safe to say that Lady Luck is always on my side when I need her.”
The heavy eye roll I sent him in response almost threw me off balance.
This man was fucking full of himself.
“I’m so glad you two are well acquainted. You should take her back to Vegas with you. I’m sure she’s already missing your bed.”
“I’d rather take you instead. Finish what we started? Fuck around some more?” Dallas leaned over my shoulder, his breath caressing my ear with his half-murmured words.
I sucked in a sharp breath, swallowing down my urge to moan with desire.
A man I had just met—who danced provocatively on a stage in front of thousands of women every night—drove five hours to Phoenix…for me?
My insides were beginning to melt like ice on scorching hot pavement—that silver tongue of his setting my soul ablaze.
Jesus Christ, was I ovulating?What the fuck was in that energy drink…
“As if finishing inside of me once wasn’t enough for you? Thanks for the offer, but I’m fully booked.” I cleared my throat and stepped out of his reach, feeling the urgent need to cool off as my face flushed with burning need.
“Then I guess I should look for a hotel nearby because I’m not leaving Phoenix without you.”
Umm… excuse me?
Why would be the better question to ask here, but—
“You sound incredibly clingy. Does that usually go over well with all the women you chase?” I furrowed my brows and pursed my lips while my eyes inspected every gorgeous inch of him.
It was hard not to seem interested when I couldn’t find a single fucking flaw on his incredibly toned and chiseled body.
You’re riding that fine line, Bria. Stop now before you start something you don’t want to finish—like riding him harder than the line itself.
“I don’t chase women, only my gorgeous wife when she decides to leave the city without informing me first.”
“Your—Wait, your—Your what?” I gawked at him, dumbfounded as to whether I had heard him correctly.
Did he just call me his wife? No… I couldn’t possibly—
“Did you forget our eventful night already? I know you had a lot of fun, but I didn’t think you’d forget the most important part. The one where you and I exchanged vows, and then you signed your name… right here.”
Dallas carefully removed and unfolded the piece of paper from inside his denim jacket and presented it to me.
The first thing that caught my attention was the embossed seal, emphasized by the setting sun:State of Nevada.
Holy fuck...I did not…
“You sure did, sweet girl—”Shit, I just said that out loud.“Or would you prefer if I called youwifeyinstead? Mrs. Ryan, perhaps?” Dallas’s tone was mocking and so infuriatingly proud. “Beautiful handwriting, I might add.”
I can’t believe I got fucking married last night—
