Dani Loves Dallas

Publisher: Resplendence Publishing
Tina Holland
ISBN 978-1-60735-288-4
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Dallas Caulfield had a pretty good life until Dani Stewart arrived. She makes him feel things he thought buried and brings about a rivalry with his best friend, Cal Ryder.

Dani is looking for a break from a job where she flies non-stop and Dallas fits the bill nicely. Dani barely has a chance to have any fun when Cal, a one-night stand, gets in the way.

Cal never got over his fascination with Dani. So he agrees to share her with Dallas. As the lovers delve deeper, secrets arise. Cal is willing to risk everything to acquire the woman he loves. There’s only one problem, Dani loves Dallas.

 

 

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Chapter One

 

“Hot Damn!” Dallas Caulfield shifted uncomfortably and swore under his breath. A small girl retrieving her pink luggage from the carousel frowned up at him. Apparently his curse wasn’t quiet enough. His only excuse was his inability to control his reaction to the sexy stewardess he was picking up from the airport. Danielle Stewart, with hair the color of his black bay, porcelain skin and eyes that matched her navy blue outfit, was a walking goddess.

“I sure hope you’re Dallas.” Her voice was breathless as she stared at the sign he gripped, “Because I really don’t have time to deal with a potential stalker.” She grinned wide.

“Uh, yeah.” He looked down at her scrawled name. He knew her the minute she came into his view. He’d seen pictures of her at Buck and Chastity’s in Montana.

“Great. Let’s go to the car, shall we?” Danielle took strides and Dallas couldn’t help but wonder if he’d rather see her coming or going as he admired her assets from behind.

“Where’s the fire?” He managed to catch up with her outside the terminal.

“In there.” She nodded back at the building, “I just did back to back shifts across the fricken’ country. I had to get out before someone grabbed me for another.” She rested on her luggage, crossing her legs.

Dallas swallowed hard as Danielle’s skirt inched up. Were knees supposed to be sexy?

“Sorry. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I really appreciate you putting me up for the week. But right now all I’m interested in is going to bed.” She rubbed the back of her calves.

“Of course.” Dallas knew what she meant, but the way she phrased her exhaustion made him imagine her naked beneath him. Damn! His jeans tightened over his cock. Dallas regretted not wearing khakis; his erection demanded the extra room.

“So where are you parked?” She looked out over the parking ramp.

“Company car, which reminds me…” Dallas took out his phone and dialed his driver. “Roger, you want to pick us up at terminal two, parking ramp H. It’s green.”

“Yep I got it, boss. See you in a few.” Roger’s voice came loudly through the earpiece.

“Great.” Dallas folded the phone shut. “Roger will be here in a few minutes, and then I’ll take you back to the ranch so we can go to bed.”

“Oh. You’re joining me?” She winked a big blue eye at him.

“I mean you can go to bed. I’ll be there but not in bed with you, of course.”

“Darn.” She pouted. He was certain her modest sulk was for effect.

Dallas didn’t have time to banter with her. Roger rounded the corner to park the company car in front of them.

Roger made short work of Danielle’s luggage. He placed the bags in the trunk before quickly opening the door for her.

Dallas was impressed. Roger was an excellent employee, but Dallas doubted the driver ever worked with such energy before.

Once they were seated inside the limo, Danielle kicked off her matching heels and began rubbing her feet over her legs.

Dallas groaned. He leaned back into his seat captivated by her long legs. He wondered what they would feel like wrapped around his flanks as he drove into her. Dallas imagined her heels pressing against his flesh pushing him deeper inside. A groan escaped his mouth.

“Again, I can’t tell you how relieved I am that you are putting me up. Ever since I started taking the airline’s western flights, it’s been harder than heck to get a day off. You have no idea how ruthless they can be; if I stay in the company endorsed hotel, they find me. I prefer going off the grid so to speak.” She continued massaging her feet.

“Why do you wear the heels if they are so uncomfortable?” His curiosity got the best of him.

“They aren’t.”

He nodded straight at Danielle rubbing her feet.

“No really, they aren’t. I’m just glad to be out of them. Besides they make the legs look good.” She stopped.

Dallas didn’t think her legs really needed any help, but he knew better than to say so. He couldn’t help but wonder why she stayed employed with the airlines if she didn’t like it. He knew the economy was tough and most people weren’t as lucky as his family. She just seemed damned unhappy.

Danielle loosened the scarf she tucked beneath her blazer. She pulled the fabric out. Dallas’s mouth watered at the swells revealed beneath. He saw flashes of purple silk and realized only the jacket lay between him and her lingerie. What the hell was the matter with him? He wasn’t some untried youth who’d never laid a woman. Well not a woman like Danielle, all curves and silk underwear. She was overwhelming to all his senses.

“So what do you do, cowboy?” Danielle settled into her seat. Her hair blended into the dark fabric, contrasting sharply with her ivory skin.

“I’m the chief financial officer of Caulfield Cattle and Oil at your service, ma’am.” He tipped his Stetson towards her.

“Sounds like a bunch of cash burning a hole in your pocket.” She whistled.

Dallas was never ashamed of his family’s money, but now he was uncomfortable. He looked at Danielle who continued to rub her feet. In front of him was a woman who worked long stretches without much time off. He originally was inconvenienced at even coming to get her. Now, he was a capital ass; there was no doubt in his mind.

“Are you okay?” She waved at him as if he were stunned. He was. He had no idea how he was supposed to manage his reaction with her. Dallas knew her for nearly thirty minutes and she’d already managed to wreck the steady calm he was known for among his relations.

“I’m fine, just a bit shell-shocked.”

“Oh?” She crossed her legs.

Dallas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Damn hard-on.

“You’re not what I expected.” He hoped Danielle appreciated his honesty.

“Did you expect a blond bimbo with a stacked rack?” Her eyes darkened as she voiced her accusation.

“Of course not, I’ve seen pictures of you. In the flesh, I knew exactly what to expect. However, your directness surprises me.”

“Sorry, I can be a bit nippy.” She visibly relaxed.

“No. Overall, I like it.” He instinctively dropped his gaze to her nipples.

“You like direct women?” Danielle bent forward, giving him a fine view of her ample bust.

“I don’t know. You’re the first I’ve met in a long time.” Dallas didn’t withhold his heated gaze.

Danielle sidled over to his side of the limo.

“That must be very disappointing for you.” She rested her slender hand on his inner thigh, her tapered red nails scraping against his balls.

Dallas couldn’t stop the groan that slipped past his lips.

“Would you like me to touch your bare cock?” her velvet voice whispered. The tiny hairs on his neck stood at attention, just like his shaft straining against the buckle of his jeans.

“Yes.” His voice was strained.

Danielle teased her thumb underneath the waistband until her index and middle fingers rested against his button-fly. First she loosened the belt until the leather was free of the denim loops. Then, Danielle slowly undid each button giving his erection desperately needed freedom.

His shaft already managed to work free of his boxers.

“Hmm. Nice.” Her soft touch grazed his cock, rubbing the underside until there was a rhythm where his hips responded.

He bucked against her capable touch.

“Are you going to cum in my hand, cowboy?” Her voice beckoned him like a siren.

“God. Yes, Danielle,” he cried out her name as if saying her name would give him some sort of power in a scenario where he had none.

“Call me Dani.” She leaned farther forward. Her pink lips getting closer were his undoing.

“Dani,” he groaned as his seed spilled onto her and the purple fabric of her lingerie.