Protecting Dallas

by Krista Wolf

  I was soaked all over. Totally filthy and hopelessly wild. This was beyond hot — it shattered the limited scope of every wanton thought or dirty fantasy I’d ever had.

  “Fuck…” Maddox was groaning. “Holy shit that’s so… fucking…”

  I opened my mouth and his cock slipped in. It was wet and slippery, hot and throbbing. I closed my lips and focused on milking it, on dragging my mouth tightly up and down his shaft while Kane drilled me from behind. I was bucking backward now. Embedding him in my ass as his balls slapped against my pussy and Maddox’s balls grazed my chin.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  They were using my body… and I was using theirs. A familiar heat rose inside me as I writhed and twisted and shoved myself back and forth between them.

  “FUCK ME!”

  The words were mine, but they also weren’t. They were foreign. Alien. They belonged to someone else.

  “OH GOD…” I gasped, screwing my eyes shut. “FUCK ME!”

  Kane speared into me, touching all new places, bringing me all new pleasure as Maddox’s thick cock filled my throat. I was lost in euphoria. Completely consumed by lust. I would’ve gone on forever. Done anything…

  “Here,” Kane said, his hands going under my belly. “Get inside her.”

  He lifted me back and upward, as Maddox popped from my mouth. I was pinned tightly against him. My asshole throbbing and convulsing around his cock, as if desperate for still more.

  Then Maddox slid his whole body under mine… and I knew in an instant what they intended to do.

  “Oh God…” I panted, trying to regain my breath. “I don’t know…”

  They held me together, and that made it simple. Positioned my body exactly where they needed it to be, as Maddox’s legs slid through mine.

  “Guys… oh fuck… oh holy sh—”

  My eyes flared wide as Maddox impaled me, entering me smoothly from beneath. His cock slid snugly into my come-soaked pussy. Embedded itself wonderfully in my warm pink flesh, touching that one last spot inside me that hadn’t yet been reached…

  “OH GOD IT’S GOOD,” I smiled, my face split in a rapturous grin. My brain flooded with pleasure, euphoria, relief. “SOOO GOOD!”

  Austin stood over us now, holding me by the chin. Kissing my neck. Chewing my shoulder…

  “OHHHH…”

  Every last ounce of worry drained away. I was right where I needed to be. Exactly where I belonged.

  “OH GOD…”

  I was pinned between my three incredible lovers. One big cock sheathed comfortably in my pussy, the other buried balls-deep in my ass…

  The intensity had me floating on the very edge of consciousness. Austin’s lips rotated against mine, drawing me forward in hedonistic abandon. Down below, my glistening thighs straddled Maddox. I rocked forward and back against his rippled stomach, controlling the angle of penetration. The depth and pressure of having them both inside me…

  “UNNNGGHHHH!”

  My orgasm didn’t just hit, it tore through me like a cyclone. My body twisted between them, my pussy squeezing down hard around one lover while my ass clenched the other so tightly it was only a matter of seconds before I felt him flooding me from within.

  OHHHHHH…

  Kane ravaged me with one final thrust, his cock twitching wildly as it drained itself into my forbidden channel. Again and again it went off, filling my bowels with thick jets of his warm, soothing come.

  My own climax raged on, contraction after exquisite contraction, sending my sex-starved brain on a blinding white tour of heaven. I screamed. I cried. I clawed at Maddox’s chest… running my nails down his perfect pectorals just as his own cock went off in sweltering pussy.

  “Come!” I yelled, only vaguely aware I was even talking. “Oh God, oh baby… come!”

  He pumped himself into me, squeezing my hips with his hands until his balls were dry and empty. I bucked and rolled. Screwed downward, until the sounds and smells of our combined sex permeated my virgin bedroom…

  “Mmmmmm…”

  My sigh of contentment was orgasmic itself; like a runner taking her first deep breath at the end of a marathon. I kept on moving, even after Kane left me. Grinding myself in slow circles against Maddox, while my other two lovers looked on in serene amazement.

  “Fuck…” Kane whispered.

  They were all looking down now, and I could feel it too. My lovers’ come, seeping from my body. Oozing out of my well-fucked holes, as I collapsed forward on Maddox’s chest.

  We were face to face, breath against breath. Since our lips were touching I smiled and kissed him, although I don’t think I had the strength to do anything else.

  In the end I fell sideways, into the warm, oil-soaked blankets. Surrounded on all sides by heat. By muscle. By love.

  “So what do you think?” Maddox asked eventually, when we could all speak again.

  “Of that?” I wanted to punch his arm.

  “No silly. Of your bedroom.”

  I looked up at the ceiling and giggled. “It’s my favorite room in the house so far.”

  “Same here,” Kane grunted. He was screwing the cap off a large bottle of water.

  Maddox was tracing a finger over my chest, drawing lines through the shimmering pools of oil. He circled one of my nipples, teasingly, as Austin played with my tangled hair.

  Three lovers, Dallas. Three sexy Navy SEAL boyfriends.

  It was unreal. Beyond unreal.

  All for you.

  I shook my head in disbelief, like none of this was even possible. Like I was dreaming, and I’d wake up at any moment.

  Holy shit.

  I shook my head… and yet the guys were still there.

  A new life. A new start.

  Memories of Las Vegas drifted to mind. Of my family, my brother. Of my previous life.

  They were all good ones now. All happy memories.

  A brand new beginning.

  Memories I would take with me into the future.

  Kane was standing over me, smirking downward. He offered me some water, and I took it gratefully.

  “So…” I asked innocently, letting the cool liquid slide refreshingly down my throat. “Are we going to do this in every room of the house?”

  Austin laughed out loud, pulling on his boxers. Kane was already half dressed. One of them hit Maddox in the face with a shirt, causing him to finally sit up.

  “After we finish unpacking a hundred damned boxes?” Kane shrugged.

  My lovers’ arms and shoulders were all pumped and full, their skin still glistening with oil. It made them look like a trio of chiseled, Roman gods.

  “I don’t see what in the fucking world could possibly stop us.”

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  Chapter One

  HOLLY

  “So…. I— I didn’t get it.”

  My lip quivered as I told him. It was a humbling admission, a shit end to a very shit day. But I felt better in saying it. Much better now that it was finally out.

  “Oh honey,” Malcolm said, laying his hand over mine. “That really stinks.”

  I took as much comfort as I could from my boyfriend’s touch. The promotion was mine, by every right. Among my team I had seniority, and I was certainly doing the best job. I’d even been working tons of extra hours for it, sitting at my desk late into the evening, un
til my ass was asleep long after I should be.

  “They gave it to Louis,” I sniffed, choking back tears. All the way here, I’d promised myself I wouldn’t cry. “Can you believe that? Fucking Louis…”

  Malcolm nodded sympathetically. It was all he could do — his mouth was already full of another bite of cheeseburger.

  “I—I mean, how the hell do you pick Louis, when he hasn’t even been—”

  “Holly, stop.”

  I looked up at him as Malcolm squeezed my hand. He handed me his napkin, which wasn’t exactly clean. I dabbed the corners of my eyes with it anyway, wondering if anyone else at the greasy little diner was looking at me.

  “Please, give me your keychain.”

  Keychain?

  I blinked rapidly, driving the tears away. What could he possibly want with my—

  Oh my God.

  My heart soared. My whole body started to tingle. Suddenly all that nasty business at work seemed inconsequential.

  He’s going to ask you to move in with him!

  For the first time all day, a smile cracked my lips. I reached into my bag almost reverently, pushing past my phone. The screen was still shattered of course, from when I’d dropped it earlier in the day. But none of that mattered now.

  Malcolm smiled as he took my all-too large keychain from my trembling, outstretched hand.

  “I— I want you to know this means everything to me,” I said, trying once again to keep the tears at bay. But they were tears of joy this time, so I wasn’t trying all that hard. “Especially after the day I’ve had,” I sighed. “Especially after—”

  I watched anxiously, waiting for him to bring it out — the key to his apartment. I’d been staying there three out of four nights a week, anyway. It only made sense for us to move in together.

  Thank God.

  After nearly two years of dating, of living alone in the concrete jungle of New York City, I’d finally have someone to come home to. And to think of all the rent money I’d save! Even after kicking in half with Malcolm, an offer I knew he’d take me up on because he was so frugal, I’d still be coming out ahead each month. Shit, this was even better than a raise.

  More than that though, it was a sign of big progress. The advancement of our relationship. The next logical step in—

  “I’m sorry you didn’t get that promotion Holly,” Malcolm said pityingly. “But if I’m being honest, I didn’t think you would.”

  My eyebrows knit together. It was a cold thing to say. But that was Malcolm: brutally frank about everything, to the point of unflinching honesty. I’d thought it was heartlessness at first, but later on I realized it was only his personality.

  Truth be told, I was used to it by now. Marcus approached life the same way he approached our accounting jobs: everything was all business.

  “It makes this whole thing a little… harder.”

  I watched, trance-like, as he manipulated my keychain. Instead of adding a key to it, he twisted it counter-clockwise and took one off.

  “W—What are you doing?”

  “Taking back the car,” he said simply.

  “My car?”

  My boyfriend suddenly looked uncomfortable. And he never looked uncomfortable.

  “Holly I’m sorry,” he said. “This… this isn’t working out.”

  The words didn’t register, no matter how many times my brain repeated them. I shook my head as if to clear it.

  “What isn’t working out?”

  “This,” he said, motioning casually back and forth. “Us. Our relationship.”

  The realization finally hit me — like a brick being dropped from a 90-story building. The same building we worked at together. The building where we’d met and fallen in love… or at least I thought we’d fallen in love, and—

  “It’s difficult for me to do this on a day you’re already disappointed,” he said.

  “Difficult for you?”

  He nodded, completely oblivious. “Yes. And that’s why I feel so badly. But Holly, please, search your feelings. If you do it honestly, you’ll come to the same realization I did.”

  A hard lump formed in my throat. “And what’s that?”

  Malcolm sighed gently. “This just isn’t worth it anymore.”

  Isn’t. Worth. It. Anymore.

  My heart dropped into my stomach. All of a sudden I felt sick.

  “B—But why are you taking my car?”

  “It isn’t your car,” Malcolm shrugged. “It’s a lease. A lease with my name on it.”

  “Yes, but I’ve been making the payments!”

  He nodded. “You have. And on time too. I appreciate that, but—”

  “You gave me a car for my birthday,” I said, slowly raising my voice, “and you gave me a payment book along with it! Don’t you remember?”

  “Of course.”

  “What kind of a boyfriend gives his girlfriend a fucking payment book?” I practically shouted. “Who the hell does that?”

  Now we did have an audience. Half the diner was staring at us, like the bloodthirsty crowd of a gladiatorial coliseum. Waiting for whatever entertainment came next. Hoping for me to slap him, or throw a drink in his face, or—

  “What do you mean this ‘isn’t working out’?” I yelled. “How long have you known? And you take me here? To the shittiest diner in all of Manhattan?”

  The waitress topping off coffee halted mid-stride. She glared at me angrily, one dirty pot clutched in each of her hands.

  “You break up with me today of all days? And now you’re taking my car?”

  “Not your car,” Malcolm repeated simply. “It’s—”

  “I KNOW WHAT IT IS!”

  A thousand different emotions went surging through me at once. Heartbreak. Rage. Remorse. Stupidity, at not having seen this coming. Embarrassment at having to do it in a room full of strangers.

  Malcolm pushed the keychain back across the table, minus my car key and remote fob. He also pushed something else: a pair of what looked like pamphlets or brochures.

  “What the hell are these?”

  “City bus schedules,” he offered helpfully. “And subway maps, for all the lines near—”

  “You brought me bus schedules?” I growled.

  “Mmm-hmmm,” he said, almost cheerfully. “And subway maps. Look, if you leave your apartment ten minutes earlier each morning, it’s real easy to just…”

  His voice droned on, but I was no longer listening. My shoulders slumped. My head hurt. I couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening.

  Malcolm laid his hand over mine again, but now I was repulsed by it. I jerked it back like I’d just gotten bitten by a snake.

  “Holly, I want you to know—”

  I leapt up and threw my napkin down on the table. The tears were coming again. There was no way to stop them this time, and I didn’t want anyone else to see.

  Especially him.

  The diner’s bathroom was just as tiny as the rest of it. I spent two minutes bawling my eyes out, another minute feeling sorry for myself, and another staring into the dirt-streaked mirror while telling myself to buck up. By the time I finished washing my face and putting drops in my eyes, I was ready to go out there and give that piece of shit a piece of my mind.

  But when I returned to my table there was just one problem with that plan: Malcolm wasn’t there.

  Son of a bitch!

  Silently I kicked myself. I really should’ve known. My boyfriend was never good at conflict; he usually dealt with problems by ducking out and skulking away.

  Like a coward.

  I grabbed my keys, which were the only thing still on the table. They felt much smaller now. Lighter and emptier. Like my life.

  I stomped past the front counter and toward the exit, wondering if my now ex-boyfriend were already on his way to repossess my car. If I knew him he probably was. Or better yet, he’d get someone else to do it. That seemed more like—

  “Miss?”

  The word came halt
ingly, almost meekly, as I pushed on the glass door. I turned around.

  “You still have to… well…”

  I knew the answer before even asking the question.

  “Don’t even tell me he didn’t pay.”

  The man behind the counter shrugged apologetically. “Sort of,” he said, his voice hesitant. “He, uh…”

  “Let me guess,” I offered, with a mad chuckle. “He only paid for himself?”

  “Well… yeah.”

  Fuck you Malcolm.

  I opened my bag mechanically, paying with my last twenty-dollar bill. It should’ve been a good day. I should’ve gotten a raise, a well-deserved promotion. I should be celebrating with a handsome, loving boyfriend at some beautiful restaurant uptown. One who loved me enough to move in with me after nearly two years of dating.

  Instead I was in some greasy diner, crying like a baby, paying my own bill. I’d missed the promotion, and now I didn’t even have a car anymore.

  Oh yeah, and my boyfriend had just dumped me. Right before Christmas.

  Fuck my life.

  I went to look down into my phone’s cracked screen, to see what time it was. But when I pressed the button, all I saw was the darkness of a fully-drained battery.

  Hell, fuck everything.

  I pushed on the door so hard it bounced back and nearly hit me in the chin. My eyes dropped to the big PULL sign. Just as the guy behind me said the word needlessly over my shoulder.

  It was just one of those days. The ones that kicked your ass, and kept on kicking you even after you were down.

  At least it was almost over. At least nothing else could go wrong.

  Right?

  Finally opening the door, I stomped outside… into a cold, freezing rain.

  Two

  HOLLY

  “No calls, no texts… no anything?”

  I shook my head from the other side of the couch. The coffee shop was crowded for a Thursday. This close to Christmas, in New York City? I’m surprised we got a seat at all.

  “Nothing,” I said proudly. “Two whole, beautiful Malcolmless weeks.”