𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|TEN|💥

I WASN'T EXPECTING to sleep with Dallas. I really hadn't planned to, but it happened. I was just so angry. At myself, my older brother, more at myself right now than Darry. Yeah, what he did was wrong, but I wasn't in the right either, instead of talking it through I stormed off and fucked Dally. I hated that I enjoyed it, more than enjoyed it. I would have had sex with Dally again last night if I wasn't so sore.

I also wasn't expecting to wake up straddling Dally with my head on his chest and his hand resting on my bare back. Dallas Winston doesn't cuddle. He doesn't show affection or let you touch him really. But I am and again, I'm enjoying it.

I let my head rest on Dally's chest as I stared up at his face. He was always scowling, even when he was happy he was scowling. He wasn't now. His face was clear of all tension, and his watchful, intense eyes were closed and for the first since I'd met him, he looked peaceful.

I never realized how beautiful Dallas truly was. I hadn't allowed myself to look at him longer than 5 seconds. But now that I looked at him, really looked at him, I saw how beautiful he was. His nose was perfectly straight, despite being broken so many times over the years. His eyelashes are long and his lips are a plump, bubblegum color.

My eyes landed on a scar that I hadn't noticed. On his right temple is a jagged scar, small but still there. I suddenly wondered how he had gotten it. Maybe from his time in New York or in jail, I knew he hadn't gotten it while he was here. I would've cleaned it up for him or at least heard about it. I knew barely anything about Dallas despite knowing him since we were children.

I lay my head back on his chest and let out a quiet, content sigh as I listened to the steady beat of Dally's heart.

My body tenses when I feel Dally's hand stir to life, now drawing small circles on my lower back with his thumb. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. "I know you're awake, Darlin'." Dally hums, his voice is deeper than it usually is. If I wasn't straddling Dally's lap I would've squeezed my legs together.

"Angela." Dally drawls my name out with a teasing voice, his hand travels down to my bare ass, squeezing the flesh in his large hand. I squeal and jump up wrapping the thin sheet that lay on top of me around my body to shield me from Dally's intense stare.

"Why'd you do that?" I say, biting back a grin as he sits up. He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to him, squeezing my hips. Jesus this man is gonna kill me.

"You have a nice ass, I couldn't help it." He hums. This time I smile instead of grin as I hit his chest playfully. He hums and connects our lips. It was anything but what I expected, not hasty or lustful. It was the kind of kiss that you see in movies, the slow ones that the two main characters share after realizing their love for each other. Dallas Winston doesn't kiss like that. So why with me?

We pull away, and Dally's hands never leave my hips. I smile gently "Quite the charmer you are, Mr. Winston." I hum softly.

"I am when I want to be." He responds with a hum.

"Yeah?" I say.

Dally leans his face closer to mine, he presses soft kisses to my jaw "Yeah." He confirms.

He trails one of his hands up my body and cradles the back of my head with it. His fingers tangle in my hair and pull lightly so my head falls back, giving him access to my neck. I let out a soft breath as he swipes his tongue along my sweet spot sucking at the sensitive skin.

I let my hands rest on his chest, moving them lower to feel the hard muscles of his abs. Dally groans and rolls to I'm beneath him. His mouth moves lower, nibbling lightly at my collarbone.

I wrap my legs around his middle, tangling my hands in his chocolate locks and pulling lightly. Dally picks his head up "You drive me crazy when you do that." He whispers.

"What this?" I hum innocently as I pull at his roots.

"What a tease you are." He chuckles. He moved lower so my legs were on his shoulders instead of around his middle. He was now on his knees at the edge of the bed and his hand starts at my knee. His thumb rubs rough circles on my inner thigh, slowly inching up as he holds eye contact.

"Dally," I say in a warning tone.

"What?" He hums innocently, his hand still moving up.

I grin with an eye roll and swat his hand off my thigh. He frowns at this. "Not now," I tell him.

He huffs "Fine." He says getting to his feet, he stretches and I shamelessly watch his muscles flex. My eyes wandered along his body, his bare chest and jean-cladded legs had me biting back a smile. "If you keep looking at me like that I'm not gonna be able to stop myself," Dally warns tauntingly as he walks over to his dresser.

Dally digs through his middle drawer pulling out a T-shirt "Seems like a you problem." I shrug as he pulls it over his head.

He turns to me, his eyebrow raised. "Seems like a me problem?" He repeats, walking towards the bed which I lay on.

I hold the sheet closer to me as I smile "Yep."

I squeal as he yanks me to the edge of the bed by my ankle. He puts his hand beside my face, leaning on it to support his weight as he hovers over me, his hand that was wrapped around my ankle slowly trails up. Goosebumps rise when his hand travels up to my hip.

"Careful what you say, Darlin'. Because I have no shame in tongue fucking you so good that you'll forget your own name." He warns me.

I bite my lip in response. I subconsciously squeeze my legs together, my legs pressing against Dally instead of each other because of how he practically lay between them.

He smirks at my reaction and stands to his full height. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I let out a quiet exhale. Dally looks me up and down before finally speaking "You haven't smiled like that in a while." He comments before turning back to his dresser, running his fingers through his tousled hair to get the knots out.

I freeze in my spot. Because Dally is right, as much as I hate to admit it. For the first time since my parents' death, my smile was genuine. I felt different too. All that pressure on my chest from all the stress suddenly didn't feel so heavy anymore. I felt lighter in a way. Not physically, but mentally. I felt good. Genuinely and utterly good. What is this man doing to me?

"Get rid of that bedhead and get dressed, we're going to Betsy's Diner," Dally announces.