The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(104)

I needed more.

I pulled my face back, scanning her eyes.

Who the fuck are you?

And how the hell are you making me feel this way?

Her eyes didn’t give me that answer.

But what I did notice was that she was just as breathless as me.

My hands sunk into her hair for just a second, and I ravished her mouth again, moving to cinch her curves, allowing myself to get a real feel of them. I then lowered to her stomach, circling the flatness there before I rose to her face once more.

“Fuck me,” I growled as I separated us.

The need was something I could no longer control.

The desire was something I couldn’t push away.

Hannah was going to be mine.

Tonight.

“I want you.”

Her thumb grazed my hard-on. “Yes, you do.” Her lips tugged into a grin as she added, “Does that mean you’re going against your word and you’re taking me home?”

Home felt like a million miles away.

I couldn’t wait that long to have her.

“I’m not taking back those words,” I said. “I’m just … shifting my defense.”

“How?”

I clasped her hand. “I’ll show you.” I halted. “But first, I need to know if you’re up for a little adventure?”

“Always.”

That was my kind of girl.

I led her out of the hallway and through the bar until we were outside.

The front seat of my Maserati wasn’t large enough and there was no backseat.

That left only one option.

I brought her around the building to the alley, a section I knew existed because my college roommate had been notorious for bringing women here. It was an area where the streetlights didn’t reach, where it was closed off from the sidewalk. Where we had complete privacy unless someone decided to walk back here.

I moved her against the brick of the building and lifted her arms over her head, holding them there while I claimed her mouth. “This spot right here is a place you’re never going to forget,” I said once I pulled away.

“Why is that?”

I placed my mouth above hers and hissed, “Because I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

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Sneak Peek of When Ashes Fall





Alix - Present Day





“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” I said into the headset as I stared at the computer screen.

While I waited for a response, I sucked in a deep breath and rested my fingers on the keyboard, my thumb gently tapping the space bar but not hard enough to actually press it down. My body tensed. The tips of my toes ground into the bottom of my shoes.

It was a ritual.

One I repeated every time I answered a call.

“I’m at the Public Garden,” the woman said. “And a man just fell off one of the benches. He’s on the ground, screaming. You can probably hear him in the background. It looks like he hurt his arm or something.”

Once I processed her description, my chest loosened.

The air I’d been holding in slowly made its way through my lips.

The tapping stopped.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Why do you need that?”

“It’s for our records and also so I know what to call you.”

“I’m not comfortable with giving you my last name, but my first name is Rachel.”

“Rachel,” I repeated as I typed it into the system, “do you know the man’s name?”

“I don’t know him. I was just walking by with my boyfriend, and I saw it happen.”

“Are you able to get close to him and ask if he’s okay?”

“Look, I’m just calling out of courtesy. I don’t have time to go over and assess the man.”

Before I could respond, Rachel disconnected the call.

So, I finished typing up my notes and dispatched the emergency response team to the Public Garden. Before they even left the firehouse, they’d know the man could be suffering from a broken arm, shoulder, or even head trauma and that no other symptoms had been reported.

Once I finished all the coding, I logged off and removed the headset. Then, I took out my bag from the bottom drawer and reached inside for my cell. I found Rose’s last text and started typing.

Me: I’m not going to make it. I’m exhausted.

Rose: If you don’t show up, I’m going to walk to your townhouse and drag your ass out. It’s your choice.

Me: I’m leaving work right now. See you in 15.

Rose: I got us a table outside, right in front. You can’t miss me.





I put the phone back in my bag and stood from the desk, making my way through the call center. This was where most of the emergency and non-emergency calls were answered for each district of Boston. Where we worked eight-hour shifts and handled over a thousand calls a day.

I wondered if I’d have the same ritual tomorrow.

Or if I’d have a different one.

Or maybe I wouldn’t have one at all.

That thought was interrupted when I heard, “Alix,” as I walked by Marla’s office.