If You Need Me (The Toronto Terror Series)

“You really didn’t need to do this. I could have called a car or waited it out.” Wills buckles her seat belt.

It started raining half an hour ago, so I decided to pick her up from work. My timing was perfect, seeing as it’s turned into a torrential downpour. “I don’t mind.” Besides, it gives me time to prepare for dinner with her family tomorrow night.

She checks her phone and sighs before shoving it back in her purse.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. No. Just my family inundating me with messages about this weekend. My moms were pissed about missing the proposal. Then there’s been some shit with the rink schedules.” Her head falls back, and she sighs. “I could really use some stress relief, but now that we’re a thing, that isn’t going to happen. It’s making me salty.”

“Why can’t you get stress relief? Just schedule a massage. Or I can give you one.” That’s a brilliant fucking idea. I would love to get my hands on Wills.

She gives me a look. “I’m not looking for a massage, Dallas.”

“What are you looking for, Wills?” I glance at her as I wait my turn at the stop sign.

She arches a brow.

I arch one back.

She sighs. “I have a friend.”

“A friend? What kind of friend?”

Her expression tells me everything I need to know.

Jealousy makes my spine hot. “Like a fuck buddy?”

“Do not be judgmental. Women are allowed to have casual sex just like men.”

“I’m not—you’re not fucking him now, are you?” The steering wheel groans under my grip. I would like to lay out any person who ever touched her before me, but that’s irrational and ridiculous.

“No. Of course not. We’re engaged.” She makes air quotes around the word engaged. “But typically when I’m feeling…exceptionally stressed, I’ll reach out. If he’s in town, we see each other. Get naked, get off, and get out. It’s no strings, no feelings, all chemistry.”

“No feelings at all?” This mystifies me. All my feelings are tied up in this siren of a woman.

“None. We’re not relationship compatible. I want a long-term partner, and he doesn’t. But he’s hot, and he’s good in bed.”

I point to myself. “I’m hot and good in bed.” What I would do for her if she gave me the chance. She would never need her hookup buddy again once I got on my knees for her.

“Seriously, Dallas, your ego needs a break.” She crosses and uncrosses her legs.

I stop at the light. Traffic is stupid because of the rain. Normally the drive to her place takes five minutes, but we’re crawling today. “I’m your fiancé. If you have needs, I will meet them.”

“Oh my God, just stop.” She crosses her arms. “We’re not actually together.”

“I’m serious, Wills. You need to get off, I will make that happen for you. However you want it to happen. You want me to finger fuck you to orgasm? My hands are yours. Wanna sit on my face? My tongue is ready. You want to ride my cock? I’m already hard.” I point at my crotch.

She shakes her head. “You’ve lost your mind. I’m not going to have sex with you.”

I make a right into her parking garage.

“What are you doing?”

“Parking.” I pull into a visitor spot. “I got you into this mess. You can’t see this fuck-buddy guy.” Who I want to destroy for having her in ways I never will. Unless she takes me up on my offer. “Use me.”

Her eyes move over me in a way that jacks me right up. I shift and stretch my arm across the back of her seat. “Please.” I wet my bottom lip. “Let me be the one to make it better.”

“You’re actually serious,” she murmurs.

“A thousand percent.”

Her eyes roll up to the ceiling and she mutters, “I can’t believe I’m entertaining this.”

“Is that a yes? Can I get you off right now?” I slide my hand into her hair.

She bats it away. “Not here. There are cameras in the parking garage.”

“Your roommate is on afternoons this week. We can go up to your apartment.” I unbuckle my seat belt and hop out of the car, rearranging my hard-on as I round the trunk and open Willy’s door.

“Why do you know my roommate’s work schedule, Dallas?”

I shrug. “I just remember that shit.” And I keep track of when she’s home alone at night.

I grab her hand and tug her toward the elevator. We’re not alone on the way up, so I behave myself. But the second we’re inside her apartment, I take her face in my hands.

She covers my mouth with her palm. “We need to set some ground rules.”

I back off. “Right. Lay them on me.”

“No kissing.”

I frown. “Why no kissing?” I must think about the two kisses we’ve shared at least a hundred times a day.

“Because I said no kissing. This is only about orgasms.”

“Okay.” I’ll give up kissing for orgasms. For now. “What else?”

“Uh…” She runs her hand through her hair. “When I’m done you have to leave.”

“Got it. Orgasms, then out. Anything else?”

Her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip. “I think that’s it. For now.”

“Cool.” I step forward, and she steps back, bumping into the kitchen island. She grips the edge of the counter as I move into her personal space. “I can make you come now?”

It’s all I want. I never thought I’d have the opportunity to propose getting her off, let alone be the one to touch her. I’ve dreamed of her pussy since I was fifteen. I have to concentrate to keep my hands from shaking.

“You can try.”

I stroke her cheek, one corner of my mouth tipping up as I work a knee between her thighs. “Oh honey, I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than try. I’ll have you screaming my name before we’re done.” I drop my head and kiss the edge of her jaw.

“No kissing.”

“I’m not even close to your lips. I need to get you worked up first.” I push her hair over her shoulders and ghost my lips along the column of her throat.

“I’m already worked up,” she mutters.

“Should I find out if that’s true?” I trail my fingers over her collarbones and cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples through layers of fabric. No one has better tits than Wills. So damn perfect.

“If you want to make this better for me, you should take your shirt off.” She slides her hand under my T-shirt and runs her nails up my chest.

I reluctantly stop kissing her neck and lose my shirt, tossing it on the island. “Better?”

She sighs as her eyes move over me. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

“And you’re stunning. I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.” I grab her by the waist and lift her onto the counter. “Make you come all over my fingers.” She looks incredible in her dress today. Professional, but so damn sexy. I slide my hands up her strong thighs, pushing them apart. I want to get her naked and worship every inch of her, but a bigger part of me wants all the things I missed out on with her in high school—like third base fully clothed. I resume kissing her neck, fingers gliding along the edge of her panties. They’re satin and lace. Probably pretty and sexy. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Wills.”

“Stop talking and start doing.” She shimmies out of her panties and drops them on the floor, then grabs my hand and guides it between her thighs.

“So fucking bossy.” I bite the edge of her jaw. “I love it.”

I brush my fingers over her sex and slip one between her folds, skimming her swollen clit. “So wet.” I slide my other hand into her hair and curl my fingers. Then I lean back, lips hovering an inch away from her mouth as I ease a single finger inside her. “So soft. So perfect.”

Her eyes flutter shut on a sigh.

I withdraw my finger and circle her clit as I tug her hair. “Open your eyes, honey. I want them on me when I’m making you come.”

“Less talking, more finger-fucking, Dallas.”

“You mean like this?” I slide two fingers inside her and pump.

“Oh God.” She grips my wrist. “More of that.”

I curl again as she moves the fabric of her skirt out of the way. Her gaze drops to where my fingers disappear inside her.

“Such a pretty little pussy. You look so fucking good stretched around my fingers.”

“The shit that comes out of your mouth.” Her eyes roll up as I curl my fingers again.

“I bet you taste like honey, honey. Next time I’m going to fuck this sweet, tight pussy with my tongue.”

She gives me a look that doesn’t quite land since she also moans and rolls her hips. “Oh my God, stop running your mouth.”

I shake my head. “I can’t. You feel too good. So soft, and hot, and wet. I’m going to make this pussy weep for me.” My fingers make a liquid sound on the next curl. “I love that sound.”

“Seriously, Dallas.” Her legs are shaking and she tightens around my fingers. “Your mouth is a problem.”

“I think you like my dirty mouth more than you want to admit. But if you really want me to shut up, you have two options. You can let me taste this pretty pussy, or you can let me kiss your smart mouth.” I add a third finger. “The choice is yours, honey.”

She grabs the back of my neck, nails biting into my skin. “Oh God, that’s it.”

“Am I hitting the spot? You gonna let me see you fall apart?” I smirk at her annoyed expression. “I want my name on your lips when you’re creaming all over my hand.”

“Fuck it.” She tugs on the back of my neck.

I let her pull me forward until my lips almost touch hers. “You breaking your own rules?”

She growls. I slant my mouth over hers. She parts for me on the softest mewl. Her hips roll as my tongue pushes past her lips. I kiss her to the same rhythm as my fingers moving inside her. She’s perfect. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and right now she’s mine. Her pussy contracts around my fingers. I break the kiss so I can watch her unravel.

“So damn gorgeous, coming all over my fingers like a goddess.”

She quakes and shudders, eyes fluttering, nails biting into my skin as my name tumbles from her parted lips. She’s glorious, and now I’ll have this memory—skin flushed, surrounded by the scent of her, and the knowledge that I did this, I made her feel this way, made her moan my name, made her come, gave her what she needs.

She sags and softens, chest heaving. I wait until she opens her eyes before I withdraw my fingers, and I hold her gaze as I suck them clean. “So fucking good.” I groan.

Wills gapes at me. “Good God, Dallas, you’re depraved.”

“Next time, you’re sitting on my face.” I kiss her cheek. “I’ll see myself out. See you tomorrow night.” I wink, adjust my hard-on, and leave her in the kitchen, looking sated—and like she’s not opposed to the idea of my return.