Page 43 of The Stallion
I dropped my phone back onto the floor, my arm dangling over the edge of the couch, and I groaned as if I were in pain.
This will all work out in the end.
It had to.
Chapter 16
Bria
Wakinguptofindmyself alone in a massive bed was a pleasant surprise. But after realizing that Dallas’s side was cold and undisturbed, I couldn’t help but feel a little…
Wait—Was I disappointed?
Why didn’t he try to sleep with me last night?
Did I do something wrong?
I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head and rubbing my face into it for comfort. His heavenly scent of leather and teakwood flooded my senses like a tidal wave—crashing into me and drowning me beneath its heavenly surface.
No strings…
No feelings, no strings, remember? Fuck.
I fell for a man the same way once before, and look where that landed me. I explicitly told myself going into this that I wouldn’t let Dallas in.
My heart wasn’t nearly ready to be taken by another. And yet, here I was, all snuggled up in his bed, bothered by the fact that he wasn’t holding me when I opened my eyes.
Maybe Dallas wasn’t actually interested in me for anything more than my body, just like Connor.Fucking men…
That’s probably why he didn’t even bother to cuddle after sex. He had gotten what he wanted and then left…
Shit, what the fuck am I doing?
Throwing the covers off my body, I dragged my ass out of bed and started searching for my clothes. To my surprise, they were no longer on the floor, and my suitcase was also missing from where I had dropped it last night.
Great. He put away my things, and I’m fucking naked…
The cool air bit at my skin, sending a shiver up my spine as I searched for something besides a bed sheet to wear.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted one of his plain black T-shirts lying on the floor across the room, and I scurried over to pick it up and pulled it over my head.
The hem landed just a few inches below where my ass met my thighs, and for once, I was thankful for being short.
Satisfied that I was covered enough, I gently pushed open the bedroom door and peeked into the hall to see if Dallas was on the other side, waiting to greet me like the bright ray of sunshine that he was.
When I didn’t see or hear him, I silently crept down the short hall, taking a right into the main living area.
Sure enough, there was Dallas, passed out on the couch with an arm draped over his face and—Holy fuck he’s hard…
His grey sweatpants left absolutely nothing to the imagination as I stood in the hallway, staring directly at the one thing I couldn’t resist.God, he was fucking huge…
I was never one to compare one man’s dick size to another but Dallas… I didn’t know the male anatomy came in such a large package until now. It kind of made me feel sorry for Connor, if I were being brutally, unapologetically honest.
Dallas groaned, his free hand sliding under the waistband of his pants as I watched intently until his hand, followed by his wrist, disappeared completely.
I flinched, suddenly realizing what I was about to witness, and I couldn’t think of what to fucking do with myself.Oh fuck.
Clearing my throat as loudly as possible, almost choking on my spit, I quickly skirted around the far edge of the room and into the kitchen, where the back of the couch blocked his body from view.
