“Okay. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight,” I whispered.
“Goodnight, princess.”
The phone call ended. Dallas swallowed hard, his focus immediately on me.
“The moment I pull out of you, it’s going to be a mess.”
I smirked. “I like messes.”
His lips were soft against mine. A groan squeezed from his throat and then he pulled out, his cock slick with our cum. I felt it immediately start to drip out of me.
“Mmm.” He scooped it up and gently pushed it back inside me. “Where it belongs.”
My mouth dropped as he continued to push his cum back inside me. He was so serious about it, his brows drawn together. He looked at my pussy like it was the center of the universe.
For once in my life, I felt perfect.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
June
Rain pelted the windows of my shop. It was the middle of the day, but it felt like it could have been midnight with how dark the storm had turned the sky. Main Street was absolutely dead. Whynot felt empty.
Working on days like this always gave me a quiet sort of joy. I felt like I was in a snow globe. I had my perfect little flower shop with all of my favorite blooms, meanwhile a storm raged outside. Lightning flashed, lighting up the world as it cut in a jagged line across the sky in the distance.
This was when I felt the most content. Even though I had an almost unbearable weight on my shoulders with the amount of orders I needed to fulfill, for a few moments, everything was right in my world.
The weekend had passed in a blink. I was halfway through my work week and still riding the high of so many orgasms in the span of twenty-four hours. That many had nearly taken me out, but god had it been worth it.
I still had a few bruises. Dallas had bit my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and every time I saw it, it turned me on.
I’d left one on him too. The morning after, I’d woken up next to him and found myself tracing it with a sense of pride.
It was easy to ignore the temporary nature of our situation. It was easy to get lost in everything we’d discovered.
I rolled my shoulders, sighing in relief, and took a moment to stretch before arranging bouquets in buckets by the window. I hadn’t put very many out today. More than likely, only a couple would sell, but that was fine.
My focus was on mums.
The cursed corsages. I never wanted to see another mum in my life. Actually, that wasn’t true. I wanted to see them on every single high schooler in Whynot at the homecoming game at the end of the month.
The problem, though, was that my viral video had gotten a second wind and folks had bought so many that I had to stop taking online orders. I couldn’t keep up. It was the best problem to have as a small business owner, but I wasn’t sure what the hell I was going to do. How was I going to balance working this much when my mind was on Madi and Dallas?
Thunder shook the shop, rattling the walls and glass. A contented sigh left me.
We had a few storms rolling through this week, which was my favorite kind of weather to curl up and . . .
Get fucked?
My phone lit up on the counter. I leaned over, peering at the screen.
Madi
They weren’t joking about Texas storms
Dallas
