Page 39 of Below The Surface
“Hey!” I wiggle, then realize I don’t have to walk. I go limp in his arms and swat his butt like a drum a few times just to watch it jiggle so close to my face.
“Don’t distract me. I might drop you headfirst down the stairs.”
“You wouldn’t!” I swat his ass one last time.
“Not on purpose, no. But my butt isn’t a bongo.”
“Could be if you tried hard enough.” I give it two more smacks. “And done.”
Dallas isn’t even struggling. Honestly, I wasn’t struggling. I justreallyhate taking the stairs. Especially if there are a boatload.
“This is your workout for the day, isn’t it?” I ask.
“Probably, but we’ll see. I like to get some weight training in every other day or so.”
“Mmm, same. That’s why I look so good naked. That and the swimming.”
“You don’t really have a swimmer’s body, though. Like a triangle with super broad shoulders.”
“Yeah, dunno.” I shrug. “I weight train, breath train, swim train, run train, get trains run on me.”
Dallas snorts. “You’re impossible.”
“What? I like dick.”
“I can tell.”
“I’m pretty obvious about it. I probably would have sucked Big Mac and Jim off yesterday if you weren’t with me.” I’m only teasing, but he stops moving.
“What if we went exclusive?”
“My ass that good?” I try to wiggle again, but he’s got me in his hold pretty well.
“I think you’re a lot of fun and I’d like to see where thinks could lead.”
I nibble my bottom lip. “Dunno. I go where the wind blows me.” Can I settle for one dick for an experiment? Do I want to try?
“And I usually live by a schedule until you unsettled all that.”
“I think your stalker did that.”
“Maybe, but it led me back to you. Maybe it’s a sign. The stars aligned or some shit.”
“I’ll think about it,” I say. He stops at the final landing and helps me back down to my feet. “Thanks for the ride.” I reach out and squeeze his bicep.
“Anytime.” Dallas’s gaze drops to my lips.
Of course, I grab him by the collar and pull him down to me. Our kiss is electric, heated, full of passion, and I clock the security cameras when he pulls away. I give them a little finger wave, making him shake his head.
“Is this going to be a real think about it, or have you already decided you’re going to reject the question?”
“I’ll think about it for realsies.” But the question still unsettles me. We’ve fucked a couple of times and he already wants to go exclusive? Who does that? DoIwant that? Or am I content bending over for randos that won’t ever give me the time of day again after the initial fuckening?
“Okay, you’re thinking about it way too hard.” Dallas gives me a smile. Like one of those soft smiles you see in some rom com.
“Wait. What do you mean, exclusive?” Just sex, right? That’s all the good I am to guys. That’s all anyone wants from me.
“Kay, I wanna date you.”
