We pull up twenty minutes later to the large steel gates that lead into Kayden’s gated community here in Sugar Land. I check in with the guard. Within seconds, we’re driving past luxurious mansions before coming to a stop in front of Kayden’s gate. He has another security guard stationed at his gate for extra security who buzzes us through with a nod of his head.
I drive my Jeep up the long, winding driveway lined with palm trees before coming to a stop in front of the house. The sun is bright and inviting as I jump out of the jeep with the coffees in tow. I’ll have to drag Savannah out onto the patio to enjoy these so we can take advantage of the unusually warm afternoon.
As soon as I burst through the doors, I spot Savannah coming down the grand staircase with a smile on her face. It makes my smile widen seeing her looking more and more like her old self. I hand Jax Savannah’s coffee and take a long sip from mine before bouncing across the foyer and wrap my arms gently around her. I take extra care to not hurt her ribs or spill my coffee. “Am I not the bestest friend ever?! I went and got you the largest mocha iced coffee they had!” I shriek enthusiastically.
Savannah’s smile touches her eyes as she eagerly reaches out, wiggling her fingers at Jax before taking her coffee from him. “Oh, my God, you are the best! I am in desperate need of caffeine. I slept like shit again last night, and I’m dragging this morning.” We each grab a muffin from the bag Jax was holding and head outside to the patio area to eat and drink our coffee.
As soon as our asses hit the seats, Savannah stares at me with a sly grin on her face, “So...you and Jax? Back to hot and steamy again I see?” She says nonchalantly, popping another chunk of blueberry muffin into her mouth.
I can’t help but roll my eyes. She thinks Jax and I have been hooking up every night because he’s been sleeping in my room. I admit things have gotten a little steamy between us, but it’s stayed PG-13. I’ve played it off as the stress of everything getting to me, so Jax doesn’t think it is him. Because it isn’t. He’s amazing and can rock my world in the bedroom.
It’s just every night I fall asleep and have XXX rated dreams about Dixon and his damn Dixie Stick. It doesn’t feel right to be hooking up with Jax while having Dixon constantly on my mind. I keep trying to push the thoughts of Dixon away and focus on Jax, who is willing to be here with me, not to mention he is an amazing person and an even better lover. I seriously feel like smashing my head on the table to try and knock some sense into myself. I feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t even recognize myself anymore.
“What?! I am curious to know how you manage to juggle three men. How do you not scream out the wrong name as they are pile driving you? I’ve heard you enough times to know you are quite vocal in the bedroom, Brooklyn.”
“Oh, my gawd! You have no shame, do you?” I shout, before letting out a loud sigh. I pick at my muffin as I decide to just get everything out there and let Savannah know exactly what I’m dealing with. Maybe my fucked up love life with be a good distraction for her. “I’m so confused. I go from having no guy in my life to three in a matter of a few freakin’ weeks! I already know Xander has no plans, whatsoever, to settle down. He’s made that perfectly clear. Going as far as to telling me that he hopes I am not expecting him to not hook up with other women while touring!”
“Sooo, you already know he’s just a fun boy-toy that you can rely on for a good lay when he’s in town. What about Dixon and Jax? Have they said anything at all about wanting you all to themselves? I know Dixon is a player with a capital P, but I see the way he looks at you…and then Jax, he has it bad for you. I can tell.”
Shoving the last bite of muffin into my mouth, I chew it slowly and tilt my head back to look up at the sky. My mind is reeling, and it’s overwhelming. I’ve never felt like this, and it’s getting to be too much. Maybe opening up to Savannah will help. She can give me some kind of much-needed advice for my fucked up three-guy situation and help me figure out what the hell to do.
I take a long sip from my coffee and then finally force myself to turn back to Savannah, “Neither has said anything to me. I haven’t kept it a secret that I’m spending time with both of them.” My stomach is in knots as I dwell over everything we’re discussing.
“Well, I just hope it doesn’t cause any issues between Jax and Dixon because it will put Kayden in a tough spot. Jax works for him and is a close friend. Dixon is his family and business partner.”
Standing up quickly, I walk around the table and plop down in the seat next to Savannah. “You’re not mad at me are you? The last thing I want to do is cause trouble for Kayden.”
Savannah slurps down the last of her coffee as her eyes leave mine for a moment and shift toward the house where Kayden is inside before turning her attention back to me. “I don’t think Kayden cares, but we haven’t really talked about it, so it’s hard to say. He hasn’t mentioned anything to me, and he knows what a man whore Dixon can be. I think as long as things with you don’t affect his work or our lives, he’s fine with it. He finds it kind of funny actually.”
Okay. He finds this all funny? I raise my eyebrows up at her and ask, “Funny? Like funny ha ha or weird funny? God, I don’t want your boyfriend thinking I am a nasty skank!” I pray he doesn’t think I’m some nasty ho and a bad influence around Savannah.
Ugh. My life is a total train wreck right now.
Letting out a laugh, Savannah flashes a playful grin at me before shoving my arm. “Kayden doesn’t think you’re a skank! He just thinks you are biting off more than you can chew, is all. Three hot guys and only one of you…it could get ugly.”
“Well, from the looks of things, I don’t see it turning ugly anytime soon. Dixon is so fuckin’ hot and cold. I can’t keep up with him! When we’re alone, he is all over me like he just can’t get enough. Then, when he’s around his friends and stuff, it’s like I’m invisible. Jax and I are just having fun. God, he is smoking hot! Just listening to him talk with that Aussie accent…damn Aussie Adonis...I swear I could have an orgasm just by him talking to me!” This time we are both laughing hysterically. I feel a weight being lifted off of both of us as we sit out here laughing with one another with carefree smiles on our faces.
“We are something else. Combine a hot body, gorgeous face, and an accent, and we’re putty in their hands. I think the best thing for you to do with Dixon is play hard to get. Don’t call him. If he calls you, don’t call him back right away. Let him see that two can play the hot and cold game. Maybe then you will see his true colors. I actually think you both could be good together if you got over your own egos! I think you could actually tame each other; how screwed up does that sound?!?”
I let Savannah’s words sink in as I sit there thinking about what she just said. Maybe it is about time I made Dixon squirm. I’m done running to him whenever he decides to throw me a bone and pay attention to me. It’s really, really not the best thing to do but maybe I’ll use the agreement between Jax and me to my advantage. Jax is amazing and usually always around when Dixon is. I can flirt with Jax and see if it gets a rise out of Dixon.
I don’t know what I want from him. A relationship is the last thing on my mind right now; I’m way too busy. But I know the thought of Dixon being with anyone but me drives me absolutely crazy. Maybe I’ll be able to get him to admit the same if he sees me with someone else and not following him around like a lost little puppy when he comes to visit. I just hope that this doesn’t come back to blow up in my face.
Chapter Eight
Dixon
My truck is jammed packed full of coolers in the bed of the truck with enough food and beer to last us an entire weekend, and we’re only going to be gone for the day. That’s how we roll when we head up to Beaumont Cabin.
I have Tank, Wyatt, and Brantley with me already. Now we’re swinging by Knox’s place to get Jax and him so we can head to the lake. It’s a perfect day for fishing and barbecuing with it being in the low sixties today and barely a breeze blowing.
Kayden has his place held up tighter than Fort Knox right now, which is pretty funny since his last name is Knox. After going through the gates at the end of Kayden’s driveway, we are finally driving up to the house. As we’re rolling through the gates, Wyatt lets out a low grumble, “I can’t believe they haven’t caught that fucker yet. I don’t know how Knox is keepin’ it together. If that were me, I’d be running all over the state of Texas with my fuckin’ shotgun lookin’ for that little punk so I could show him why ya don’t mess with a Texan.”
All the guys nod and say, “Mhmm.” In unison agreeing with Wyatt.
“I’d throw his ass in the swamp, makin’ sure that he was never found,” Brantley says from behind my seat.
Every time this topic gets brought up, everyone gets so fired up that we all end up pissed off. The last thing I want is to get Kayden out of the house and then have him sitting around for hours listening to the same shit he’s thought of a million times.