If You Need Me (The Toronto Terror Series)
If You Need Me: Chapter 34

“Ican’t believe training camp starts next month. Where did the summer go?” Hollis shakes his head as he loads up the squat rack.

It’s already closing in on the end of August. This summer has turned out to be the best one of my life. So far.

“I know, man.” Tristan grunts from the incline bench where he’s doing sit-ups. “Bea is starting courses in a few weeks, and she’s a mix of excitement and nerves.” He’s the only one who calls Rix this.

“Is she still stressed about not having a full paycheck?” Flip asks between one-armed pushups.

“Yeah. She’s been making spreadsheets for monthly expenses. I keep telling her it’s fine, and I’ve got this, but this is one of her hang-ups, so I’m letting her do what she needs to do.”

“She’ll get comfortable eventually,” Flip assures him.

“I hope so. She’s been seeing her therapist more, so that’s been helpful,” Tristan agrees, looking over at me. “How are things with you and Hemi?”

“Amazing.” I choose a plate for a chest press and lie on one of the benches. “It’s been nice not having to hide how I feel about her.” She’s been spending more nights with me lately. And she’s been leaving clothes, too. It makes sense for her to stay at my place, where she doesn’t have to worry about being quiet or someone interrupting when we’re making out on the couch. Did I mention it’s been the best summer of my life?

“I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming,” Flip gripes.

“The rest of us did,” Ash mutters, then frowns at his phone. “Shit. Give me a minute.”

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Shilps was feeling off this morning. I hope she’s not coming down with something.” He steps into the hallway to take the call.

“I hope she’s okay.” I watch the gym door close behind him.

We have a double date tonight. I love having Wills all to myself, but it’s been nice doing couple things with Ash and Shilpa. Sometimes Rix and Tristan, and Hollis and Hammer join us too. It’s the first time I’ve had a girlfriend since I came to Toronto, and the fact that it’s Wills… It’s like my life is complete. I have everything I want—great friends, a fantastic family, an awesome job, and the girl of my dreams. It doesn’t hurt that she’s adventurous in bed and the power balance is addictive as hell.

“She didn’t feel well the other morning in the office, either,” Roman says.

“Hopefully she doesn’t pass whatever she has to Wills.” Those two spend a lot of time together. And with Hammer and Tally working in the office, too, half our group could come down with something, if they’re not careful.

Ash returns a minute later.

“She okay?” I ask.

“Yup. All good.” He gives us the thumbs-up, but he still looks a little worried.

Ash and I finish our workout, grab a bite with the guys, and head home.

“Do you need to postpone the double date?” I ask as we drive the short distance. Ash and Shilpa live in the building across the street from mine.

“It’s nothing serious. She’s just a little disappointed that the crimson tide came in. All the talk about starting a family led to a lot of practicing last month, and we stopped birth control. We know it won’t necessarily happen right away, but she was a couple of days late and started to get excited. Going out tonight will be good for her.”

“I didn’t realize you were jumping in with both feet,” I say.

“We weren’t, but we planted the seed, and now she wants me to plant my seed.” He rubs his bottom lip. “Anyway, you and Hemi seem to know a little something about jumping in with both feet.”

“It’s been the best summer of my life.” I rap on the armrest.

“But…” he presses.

I sigh. “It’s more of an I wish than a but. Everything’s kind of backwards.”

“Because of the engagement?” he asks.

I rub my chin. “Yeah. It’s this thing that just sort of looms. I want her to want this the way I do.”

“She’ll get there.” He pats me on the shoulder. “You’ve had a lot more time with your feelings than she has.”

“I hope so.” He’s right. I’ve loved her for years. She’s hardly had time to like me. But my feelings for her are like ivy, spreading, growing, and I worry she’ll never have enough time to catch up.

“You’re sleeping over tonight,” I say later that evening as the elevator climbs to the penthouse floor. Wills is wearing a wrap dress that does an unbelievable job of highlighting her curves. One tug on the bow at her hip, and everything I want is at my fingertips.

She regards me with a half smile. “That sounds more like an order than a request.” She fingers the end of my tie, bottom lip sliding through her teeth.

“So you want it quick and dirty?” I nip the edge of her jaw.

“You mean as opposed to torturing me with foreplay and keeping me on the edge?” She pokes me in the chest.

“Admit it. You fucking love it, Wilhelmina.” I work my knee between her thighs and take her lobe between my teeth.

She makes a noise that’s neither confirmation nor denial.

“You can always make it easy on yourself.” I hover my lips over hers.

“How’s that?” She tips her chin up, a silent request to kiss her.

I pull back an inch. “Be a good girl and let me have control this time.” I stroke her cheek with gentle fingers. “I won’t keep you on the edge. As soon as we walk through the door, I’ll get on my knees for you. We both know I can make you come in two minutes.”

She groans. “You’re playing dirty, Dallas.”

“Is that a yes, then?” I run my hand down her side and curve my hand around her ass, pulling her tight against my thigh.

She makes an annoyed sound.

“Last chance to get what you want without a fight. I’ll do that thing with my tongue. I won’t even make you beg for it.”

She sighs. “Fine. Yes.” She shoves her hands in my hair and tries to pull my mouth to hers.

“Yes what?”

She narrows her eyes.

“Say the words, honey.”

“You can have control.”

I grin.

She growls.

The elevator door dings, and I step back, lacing our fingers. Wills tugs on my hand, trying to make me walk faster. She rummages in her purse for the key fob I gave her weeks ago—as soon as she agreed to be my girlfriend. “Where is it?” she grumbles.

I pull mine from my jacket pocket and swipe it over the sensor. She gives me another withering look, grabs my tie, and pulls me inside along with her.

The second we’re inside my penthouse, she starts undressing me. I lace my fingers with hers and crowd her until her back meets the door, pinning her hands over her head.

“You said you weren’t going to torture me,” she gripes.

“I’m not.”

“I want you naked.”

“That’s nice.” I capture her lips and stroke inside. She moans and arches against me, fingernails digging into the backs of my hands. My knee replaces its way between her thighs again, and she rolls her hips. “But you gave me control, so I’ll get naked when I’m good and ready.” I kiss the end of her nose and smile when she makes an irritated sound.

I pull the bow at her waist and one side of her dress falls open. Next, I pull the tie on the inside and push the dress over her shoulders. I catch it before it falls to the floor and hang it on the hook beside the door. She’s wearing a royal blue lace bra and matching panties.

“God, you’re sexy, and you’re all mine.”

I kiss her again as I reach behind her and flick open the clasp on her bra. It slides down her arms, and her bare nipples brush my chest. On nights like these, when Wilhelmina hands me the reins, I want to worship every inch of her. I cup her breasts, thumbs sweeping over her nipples as I kiss along her collarbones. I stop to suck her nipples as I sink to my knees, and then I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drag them down her tanned thighs.

I press a kiss and inhale deeply. “All night long, Wilhelmina, I’ve been thinking about getting on my knees for you.” I curve a hand around the back of her calf and bring it over my shoulder, opening her for me. “How long do you think it’ll take to bring you to yours?” I lick up the length of her on a groan.

“Oh my fuck.” She grips the doorknob with one hand and my shoulder with the other as the toes beside my knee curl.

She slides her fingers into my hair and rolls her hips in time to the swirl of my tongue. Her soft moans grow deeper, her nails press into my scalp, and her legs start to tremble. A minute later, a low keening sound tumbles from her lips, along with my name, and her knee buckles.

I rise in a rush, grip her ass, and lift her. She’s uncoordinated as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, but she holds tight as I carry her to the bedroom.

I deposit her on my bed and stand at the edge while she kneels and struggles to get me out of my clothes, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. But the second her palms connect with my chest, she sighs, like there’s relief in finally being able to touch me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she murmurs, fingers tracing the dips and curves as they trail down my stomach. She unclasps my belt, then unbuttons my pants. As soon as I’m naked, she gives me the coyest, sweetest smile. “Will you fuck me now?”

“Soon.” I take her face between my palms and kiss her, then climb up on the bed with her and settle between her thighs. She tips her hips up, sighing once again as my cock slides over slick skin, but I don’t make a move to push inside, don’t give her the thing we’re both so desperate for.

I push up on one arm, hovering over her, the head of my cock resting on her lower abdomen.

She frowns. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in me.”

“I will be soon.” I lean down to kiss her. “On your stomach for me, honey.”

Her eyes light up, and she flips over. I drop my hips, and my cock slides between her ass cheeks. Transferring my weight to one arm, I move her hair over her shoulder, exposing her back and the delicate curve of her neck. She turns her head, and I press my lips to her cheek as my weight settles on top of her.

She hums and wiggles under me, pushing her ass up as I shift my hips back. The head slides low, nudging her entrance.

Wilhelmina reaches back, her fingers pressing against the outside of my thigh. “Go bare for a minute, please, Dallas.”

We’ve had the protection conversation. She’s on the pill and has been for years. She has an alarm set on her phone and takes it at the same time every single day. Before her, it had been an incredibly long time since I’d slept with anyone. It was hard to engage in meaningless sex when the woman of my dreams was right in front of me.

I kiss her shoulder. “For a minute.” I shift forward, sheathing myself in her.

“Oh fuck, thank God,” Wilhelmina groans.

I press my face against the side of her neck, lips parting and teeth sinking gently into her skin as I work to control my desire to just thrust. Fuck. Claim. Own.

Her fingers replace my hair, and she twists her head, lips seeking mine. “Please, Dallas.”

I slip a palm under her cheek and cover her mouth with mine, meeting her lust-drenched gaze. I love every side of her, but this one is my favorite. She’s always poised and in control. She’s the master of her own domain, and she’s unapologetically herself. But it’s a rare and special gift to see her give herself over, relinquishing control. “Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Such a good girl.” I pull my hips back and push in again. “Such nice manners.”

“Oh God, yes.” Her fingers curl in my hair, gripping tightly as I give her what she wants. What we both want.

But I’m bare, and as much as I’d like to finish inside her, it’s not a risk I’m willing to take. Not now. An unplanned pregnancy on top of a fake engagement isn’t something I want to put on her.

I pull out, and she groans her displeasure. I kiss her shoulder. “I’ll be back inside you soon. Just need a condom.”

I grab one from the nightstand and fold back on my knees. I can’t help myself, I slap her ass, then knead the spot before I press my cock between her cheeks and fuck the divide for a few strokes before I roll the condom down my length. I straddle her thighs as I push back in.

“Oh my God, thank you.” She moans.

I keep kneading her ass as I kiss between her shoulder blades and roll my hips, staying deep. When it’s not enough for either of us, I edge my knees between her thighs. “On all fours for me,” I command as I grip her hips and pull her up with me.

I start fucking her again, long hard strokes that wring gasps and moans from her. I run my thumb along the length of my cock as I pull out, gathering wetness as I press against her puckered hole.

She looks over her shoulder, eyes alight with anticipation. “Yes, please,” she pants.

I ease my thumb into her ass, and her head drops on a low expletive. She repositions herself, bracing her weight on one arm so she can reach between her thighs. Her fingers graze my cock as I pull out and push back in, sliding my thumb deeper into her ass. She strums her clit while I drive into her.

Sweat trickles down my spine, and I glance to the right, where the mirror above my dresser gives me a perfect view of her swaying breasts and my cock sliding in and out of her slick, tight pussy.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants as she spasms around me.

I slide my thumb out and grip her hip, using my free hand to wind her hair around my fist. I pull her up, her back to my chest, and twist her head so my mouth is at her ear. “Look at you.” I incline my head toward our reflection, bodies slick with sweat, her soft curves pressed against me, hair damp at the temples, cheeks flushed, nipples peaked. “Such a goddess.” I bite the edge of her jaw. “So damn beautiful when you’re coming on my cock.”

“You’re so good to me.” She moans and reaches up to thread her fingers through my hair. “You feel so good inside me.”

I slip my hand between her thighs and circle her clit as I continue fucking her, staying deep, lips at her ear, other hand still fisting her hair. “You’re going to let me in this sweet ass with more than my fingers soon.”

Her nails bite into my skin as she comes again. I stop holding back, taking her down to the mattress as I drive into her and replace my own release. It gets better every time. It doesn’t matter which of us is in control—being with her, being inside her, making her come, watching her at her most vulnerable—all of it is breathtaking. I can’t get enough.

I pepper kisses along her shoulder and cheek. Then I roll to the side to lie next to her, removing the condom and tying it off before I wrap it in a tissue and drop it on the floor. I fold one arm behind my head and turn toward her. “Hey. How are you doing?”

She nuzzles my arm. “I am beyond good. Thank you for fucking me like you mean it.”

“I noticed you didn’t say no or try to bite me when I suggested anal.” I’ve been obsessed with Wilhelmina’s ass since high school. Pretty much any time she hands over control, I get her on all fours. Another favorite is reverse cowgirl.

She props her cheek on her fist. “I’ll let you fuck my ass if you let me fuck yours first.”

I blink, and blink again. She doesn’t appear to be joking. The image of her dressed in black lace, wearing a strap-on pops into my head. Yeah. I’m definitely not opposed. “Okay.”

Her eyes flare. “Wait, what?”

I let my gaze trace her naked body. “Do you have any idea how hot you are? The idea of you fucking me…” I roll on top of her and fit myself between her thighs. “Yeah. I’m into it.”