Lose Control

Chapter 6

I'd never known Dally's dark eyes to be so expressive, but in that short time I saw them light up with excitement, widen slightly in surprise, darken with something I couldn't quite yet recognize, and finally liquify and heat with desire. I'd only just identified that last emotion when he pounced, grasping me around the waist and attacking my mouth. My hands dove into his dark hair and pulled slightly, eliciting a deep, sexy growl from him.

It was like his passion was contagious; in a matter of seconds, he was pushing me beneath him and I was pulling him on top of me, and before I knew it I was flat on my back with Dally hovering above me. I tore my shaking hands from his thick hair to caress the contours of his chest and abs, and down to the growing bulge between his legs.

Suddenly it was a race; I fumbled with with the button on his worn jeans while he toyed with the elastic of my shorts. I won, snapping the copper button free from its hole and watching him lean up long enough to shuck off his jeans revealing the black boxers underneath. Just as I was making an attempt to shimmy my shorts down my legs (which I had thankfully shaved in the shower that morning), he stopped me. He firmly grasped my shoulders, pulling me up so we were sitting together, me on his lap. He leaned down and dropped his head into his hands, groaning deeply.

I laughed softly, "You know I've never heard Dallas Winston turn down easy sex," I half-joked, but soon my nervousness bled through, "Did I-Did I do something wrong?" His head shot up and he looked me in the eyes, "You? You did nothing wrong, Doll," he grasped my shoulders and barked out a harsh laugh, "It damn near killed me to pull away. But you're not just a lay for me. You're worth more. I don't know how to describe it but with you, I just want more than cheap sex."

He stroked his calloused hands up and down my arms and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of exhaustion, I looked up, "Dally I'm really tired..."I trailed off and his eyes widened, "Oh! Of course. I'll just head out then. Goodnight, Doll." With one last kiss planted on my forehead, he stood up and headed to the door, grabbing his pants on the way and pulling them on as he walked. Wait, he's leaving? I didn't want him to go, not tonight, not after everything.

"Wait!" His head snapped in my direction, eyes wide and curious, and maybe even the tiniest bit hopeful, "You know," I stammered, "You can stay. For tonight, you know. I mean it's dark, and cold and it's a long walk to Buck's place..." Ahh shit. I was rambling again. Dally laughed slightly, his brown eyes glowing with mirth, "I'd love to stay Doll." He shucked off his pants again and stalked over, picking me up bridal style and fixing the sheets before laying me down and stretching out beside me. His arms snaked around my middle, pulling my back to his hard front and intertwining our legs. The feeling of his hard abs pressed against the skin of my lower back was indescribable. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be cuddled up in bed with Dallas Winston. Now to tackle the issue of how to tell the gang, and especially Darry. But I had a while to figure that out, right now I just wanted a few hours of restful sleep in Dallas' strong arms.

I'm sorry, I know it sucks haha I had a really good draft but it got deleted. If anyone has suggestions on how Darry finds out, PLEASE let me know! I'm sort of stuck lol.
~B