Page 37 of The Stallion
“I have a wedding gift for you,” I hummed, attempting to bridge this gap that had formed between us—an olive branch.
This marriage would be hell for both of us if she didn’t come around anytime soon.
“I hope it’s not your dick in a box, because I’m not sleeping with you.” Bria clipped, her eyes never leaving her phone.
Well, fuck. There goes that plan.
“That’s not what I—”
“You’re a man who thinks with the object hanging between his legs. It’s exactly what you were thinking, and right now, I don’t have the patience to deal with whatever trip you’re trying to send me on. Whether it’s for power or pleasure…”Why was her attitude so fucking hot—at least she thought I was large enough to hang.“Separate rooms, separate beds.”
“Only if you tell me what happened back there.” I arched my brow in challenge, and with her lips parted for a comeback, Bria froze.
Whatever she had planned to say next died in her throat.
“I—You—Christ—”
“Dallas.” I reminded her with a bold grin that I couldn’t resist holding back.Oh, how I loved teasing her.“I’ll take that as ano,then? So, same room, same bed,wifey.”
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
“Suityourself, sweet girl.”
Bria growled with deep-seated agitation as I antagonized her for the last thirty minutes of our drive.
I take back what I said about leaving her alone.
Bria was too much fun not to piss off.
Chapter 14
Bria
Dallaswasfuckinginfuriating,and so was my goddamn body.
One minute, my thighs wanted to straddle him and take him for a ride; the next, I wanted to punch him in his pretty face until he bled.
I had to have lost my fucking mind for agreeing so quickly to go with him and to be married to the man for real—but I had my reasons.
While I wasn’t entirely against sharing a bed with someone like Dallas, I knew that if I were within arm’s reach all night, every night, I wouldn’t be able to control myself from doing more than simply sleeping next to him.
The temptation alone from just sitting this close to him was more than I could bear. I had needs, and Dallas could fulfill everysingle one of them if last night were any indication of exactly what he was capable of—endless screaming orgasms.
Asher and I texted back and forth the entire drive as I attempted to avoid any and all forms of interaction with him.
He needed to keep his dick in his pants, and I needed to keep my ovaries from bursting at the seams.
This is what happens when you finally have one solid fuck after several years of being turned down, wondering what the fuck was wrong with you…
If you had lost your sex appeal entirely—that you were no longer the object of their obsession and desire—a woman’s worst nightmare.
Before I could explain to Asher what had happened with Dallas last night—his proposition—she interrupted me by stating that she had been in contact with Connor’s parents. Concerned about his sudden radio silence—it had been almost four days, and still not a single word from him.
I loved the girl to death, but sometimes she just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Even from that very first night we’d met, she was the one who convinced me to let Connor in—claiming that he wastoo good to pass up.
While her intentions were good, he certainly wasn’t, and I never found the courage to speak up and admit the truth of what we had become.
Connor and I were through, as far as I was concerned. I didn’t want to hear or even see his name from now until his obituary was shared across social media.
