Heart of Dixon(12)

“You wanna go dance?” She whispers in my ear seductively as her nails scratch at my scalp, making my dick twitch against her ass that is sitting nicely on my lap.

I give her hip a gentle squeeze, “Let’s go.” And then I push her off of my lap before standing.

Grabbing my phone, I stuff it back into my back pocket before turning towards the guys who all have girls on their laps too. “I’m headin’ down to the dance floor,” I tell the guys before zig-zagging through the array of bodies filling the upper level of the club. Cece is only a step behind me, clinging to the back of my t-shirt, as I bounce down the staircase and walk onto the dance floor.

There’s barely room to even move so I squeeze into a small open space where Cece slides in front of me and spins around so her ass is pressed against my still semi-hard erection. I slide my hands along her waist and get lost in the music. Before I know it, she has her head down by her feet and her ass is twerking and grinding into my dick so hard, it’s as if she’s trying to find out if it’s possible to make a guy jizz in his fucking jeans from a standing lap dance.

My dick is so hard it’s painful. I need to blow my load now. Tightening my grip on her waist, I force her gyrating to stop, causing her to snap back upright and spin around to face me. Her long, brown wavy hair falls around her face. For a moment, I swear its Brooklyn standing in front of me instead of Cece. But the moment she opens her mouth, my daydream or nightmare...who the fuck knows...turns to smoke and floats away.

“What’s wrong?!?” She shouts at me over the music.

I jerk my head towards the bar and bring my lips to her ear. “I’m done dancing. As you can see, you started something that needs to be finished right-fucking-now.”

Her hands travel along my back as she hugs me to her and continues to sway to the music, teasing my cock with her body.

“Alright. Where do you wanna go?” She asks, looking around the club.

“Follow me,” is all I say to her before I begin maneuvering through the crowd, pushing our way through until we finally break free and find ourselves standing in front of the long bar crowded with a mass of bodies, all waiting for their next drink.

I know Kayden is at the hospital with Savannah, so that means his office is open, which I just so happen to have a key too, since I helped him renovate the entire place a few years back.

We stop in front of the large door, and Cece squeezes my hand, tugging on it, “Are you sure it’s okay to be going in there? I’m on probation—I can’t get in trouble for trespassing no matter how hot you are.” I shake my head. I really know how to pick ‘em. It's a good thing she’ll only be sucking me off. She’ll be pissed off, but by the time she realizes it, she’ll have to find someone else to fuck her tonight as the deed will be done and I will be on my way out the door.

I’m an asshole. But it’s really all Brooklyn’s fault, not mine. She’s the one who’s fucked with my head and made me resort to using this chick as a simple means to an end. I need to do something to get Brooklyn out of my head.

I glance at Cece over my shoulder as I dig my keys out of my pocket. “My cousin owns the place. Believe me, you don’t have anything to be worried about."

Unlocking the door, I go straight to Kayden’s desk and turn on the small lamp sitting in the corner, casting a soft glow throughout the room. The last thing we need is bright lighting filling the room. I feel her behind me the second I flick on the light. Her hands begin roaming over my body. She’s not wasting any time.

Turning to face her, I rest my hands on her shoulders and flash her a cocky grin. “Drop down on your knees and suck me.” My tone lets her know I’m telling, not asking.

“Okay.” She answers eagerly as she gets to work undoing my belt buckle and unzipping my jeans. Just as she’s shimmying them down my thighs, my phone starts going off in my back pocket.

Fuck. I forgot to put it on silent. I decide to ignore it, but Cece has other plans. She actually has the balls to reach into my back pocket that’s resting behind my knees and scoop my phone out!

“Brooklyn?” She says reading the name on my screen.

Shit!

“Don’t answer that!” I shout as I try to snatch the phone from her hands.

She steps back, holding it, and taking advantage of the fact that my pants are down around my fucking knees.

Glaring at me, she slides her finger across the screen, answering the phone and puts it on speaker phone. I immediately hear Brooklyn’s voice echo around the room and my dick springs to life. Fucking dick that has a Goddam obsession with her for some unknown reason.

I glide my fingers through my hair and curse, “Fuck!” under my breath.

“Hi, Brooklyn. This is Cece. I’m sorry, but Dixon is a little tied up at the moment and can’t come to the phone. I can take a message for you if you’d like?” Her voice is sweet, laced with poison...so much for getting my dick sucked off.

“Oh. He’s busy is he? I can just imagine how busy he is. Well, as a matter of fact you can give him a message for me. Tell the nasty piece of shit that my STD tests came back, and sure enough he gave me vaginal warts! Let him know that I’ll be sending the doctor's bill to him. I hope you wrapped it up first sweetie. Ta ta!” Brooklyn shouts through the phone before the line goes dead.

“What the fuck! She’s lying! That evil little fucking bitch!” I spit out as I yank my jeans back up and take long strides towards Cece. Within seconds, I’m in front of her as she leans against the door leading back out to the club. Her face is pale as she shoves my phone at me.

“To think I was going to put—that!” She shrieks as she stares down at the crotch of my pants, “Into my mouth! Then let you have sex with me!”

I cut her off, “Well, actually, I never planned on having sex with you—but that’s not the point. She lied just now. She’s pissed off because you answered my phone, so she sabotaged this...us.” I stammer as I wave my hands between us.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, she turns away from me and whips the door open. “Whatever. I don’t need to deal with crazy ass girlfriends. One thing I don’t do anymore is men with crazy girlfriends or wives. That’s how I ended up on probation. Jail is a real bitch! My ass is not going back there. Go find some other chick to rock your world because I’m outtie.”

Who the fuck says 'outtie'?

“Don’t worry. There’s a club full of women ready to suck my dick!” I shout down the hall at her, but she doesn’t turn around. She gives me the bird and keeps walking.

I grip the edge of the door before slamming it shut and go straight towards Kayden’s mini bar. I grab the bottle of Jack and pour myself a glass filled to the brim and toss it back, welcoming the slow burn as the liquor slides down the back of my throat.

Brooklyn is fucking up everything. I need to distance myself from her once and for all. Her little performance just now only proved how volatile things between us can get if we keep this up. She shouldn’t be sabotaging my hookups. Fuck buddies don’t cock block!

We’re both way too hot-headed and stubborn to do the whole fuck buddies shit. It’s a recipe for disaster. She can go on with her life fucking whoever the hell she wants, but one thing is for certain: It won’t be me anymore.

I don’t know why, but thoughts of her turning to possibly Jax once I make it clear to her we have to keep things platonic for the sake of everyone, causes a sharp pain in my chest. Pouring myself another full glass, I knock back the whole thing again in one gulp, before slamming the glass against the table.

I need to get out of here. Pulling my phone out, I dial up the chauffeur I used from the hotel tonight and let him know I’m ready to go back. Thanks to Brooklyn, I’m now going home to jerk off in my fucking shower to the image from this morning of me fucking her in it.

This is what I get for going against my original plan of avoiding her as soon as I left the hospital. I’m officially the idiot who thought with his dick instead of his brain, and now I have some chick running around the damn club probably telling the world I have a fucking STD.

I’m so past pissed right now. I pound on my screen as I text Brooklyn so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter beneath my thumbs.

Me:

WTF? Have u lost your fucking mind?

By the time I slam the door to Kayden’s office, she replies to my text.

Brooklyn:

;) Yup...I sure did!

Because I stupidly allowed a world class asshole to fuck the brains straight out of me today...

xoxo -B

She has lost her fucking mind all right. She has also just lost the chance ever to have the honor of me fucking her brains out ever again. She doesn’t even apologize. It’s as if she’s proud of herself for the stunt she just pulled!

I shove my way through the club, ignoring everyone who tries to start up a conversation with me, and storm out the club doors into the cool Houston night air. Immediately, I spot the blacked out SUV waiting curbside. I nod at the driver, who opens the door for me as soon as he spots me exiting the club.

Slipping into the back, I sink into the seat, resting my head against the cool leather and shake my head and laugh. It’s all I can do now. Laugh at the fucked up world I am now living thanks to Brooklyn Bennett blowing into my life like a freaking tantalizing tornado.