Heart of Dixon(19)

Chapter Ten




With the help of Jerome and Jax, we got all of our bags up to our rooms. I out freaked the minute I stepped into my room. It is simply breathtaking with large French doors that lead out onto a balcony overlooking the bright aqua waters below. I can’t wait to sit out there in the morning with my coffee. This place is paradise all the way. I don’t know why Kayden doesn’t come here more because you are completely cut off from the outside world. No press to harass you, no drama dudes and divas lurking in the shadows waiting to stir up trouble. I, for one, am going to have to be dragged back to the airplane, kicking and screaming, come Sunday.

Right now, we’re all getting ready to head down to the water to soak up some rays and play around on the jet skis. Slipping into my tiny, two-piece animal print Victoria’s Secret bikini that leaves little to the imagination, I tie a wrap around my waist, slip on my aviators and grab my beach tote tossing my phone and sunscreen in it before heading downstairs. I find everyone hanging out in the kitchen where one of Kayden’s staff is mixing us up some drinks.

“We’re mixing up some Hurricanes. You want one?” Savannah asks popping a chunk of pineapple into her mouth.

Kayden and Dixon are sipping on Coronas talking amongst themselves while Jax and Jerome, who I spot through the window, are gassing up the jet skis.

I pad across the tile floor over to Savannah and prop myself up against the countertop beside Dixon, turning my back to him. “Of course. When in the Bahamas you need to drink nothing but yummy, fruity cocktails. Can you do mine with blended ice though.”

My skin is tingling from head to toe as I feel Dixon’s fingers begin gliding down the curve of my shoulder. A shiver works its way down my spine and explodes at my core making my girly parts come alive as his warm breath, which smells of Corona, caresses my skin, “What happened to tanning in the nude?” He asks before fingering the strings of my bikini bottoms that are dangling from my hips.

Shrugging my shoulders, I push off of the counter and move as far away from Dixon as possible. “I’m only going to go topless for now, but maybe I’ll skinny dip once the sun goes down.” I wink at him before walking over to the other side of Savannah to grab my drink. If I’m going to stand my ground, I need to keep some distance between us. It’s hard to think straight once he puts his hands on me. I scoop my drink up off of the counter taking a long sip from the straw and moaning as the flavor explodes in my mouth, and the ice instantly cools my flushed body.

“Oh, wow! Now that is amazing. Thank you, Juliana.” I say, giving her a warm smile. She has her jet black hair pulled back in a tight bun and is wearing an all-white uniform that looks more like an outfit for the country club rather than for working in a beachside Mansion. It makes her skin glow even more with the deep contrast from her outfit.

I shift my eyes back to Dixon as I seductively slide my tongue over the top of my straw before wrapping my lips back around, having another sip of my drink.

Dixon clears his throat before bringing his bottle up to his lips, taking a long pull from his beer, dangling the neck of his beer between his index and middle finger. His eyes stayed locked on me, watching my hand as I rest it on my hip where Dixon’s fingers just were and play with the two strings that are holding on my bottoms.

His eyes slowly slide over me causing my body to flush red hot once again and the air to suddenly feel very thick, making it hard to breathe. I take one more sip, moaning one more time before licking my lips, savoring the fruity concoction. Dixon’s eyes dilate as they settle on my lips. I hear a loan growl escape him as he repositions himself in his board shorts. I can’t help but giggle at his reaction. I quickly bite my lip trying to stop my laughter.

“Ready to head down to the beach?” I ask Savannah, turning away from Dixon. I won’t be able to keep a straight face if I stay in this kitchen with him any longer. I’m enjoying torturing him way too much. If he wants to keep bragging about going out to find random chicks when I’m right here, then I’ll torture him until he has the worst case of blue balls in his entire life. I will not give in to him so easily anymore. I’m over the whole hot and cold act.

“I’m all set. Let’s go.” Savannah is glowing with excitement as we leave the kitchen. In a matter of thirty minutes, I’ve seen her smile more than she has in two weeks. A little fun in the sun will only make her feel more like her old self.

I follow Savannah out of the house and down to the beach. There’s a small wooden Cabana built over the water attached to a long pier where the guys' jet skis are parked. With our towels in tow, we walk a little further down the secluded beach until we find a spot that’s perfect for working on our tans.

Laying my towel out on my lounger, I plop down on it and get to work applying sunscreen all over my body. Jerome passes by nodding courteously down at us before jogging up the wooden stairs back up into the house. At the same time, Kayden and Dixon came barreling down the stairs onto the beach. They’re both sporting nothing but Aviators and board shorts as they strut through the white sand walking past us towards the jet skis.

God, Dixon looks so damn hot it’s practically burning my damn eyes looking at him.

“Y’all sure you don’t wanna hop on and go for a ride with us?” Kayden asks stopping and peering down at us through his shades.

Savannah falls back on her elbows and shakes her head, “We’re sure. Maybe after we lay out for a bit, we’ll change our minds.”

Reaching behind my back, I pull on my strings, undo my top, and let it dangle from my neck before reaching up and untying the strings around my neck. The breeze is warm, and the salt air feels amazing on my skin as small waves roll onto the shore. Dixon’s mouth hangs open slightly as I toss my top into the sand beside me, and I roll onto my stomach. Looking up at him over my shoulder, I don’t bother hiding the smile playing on my lips. “Yeah, I agree. We’ll probably wanna ride later,” I drop my eyes to Dixon’s crotch as the last words leave my mouth.

“Okay, well, let us know whenever and we’ll come into shore and pick y’all up,” Dixon says before sprinting down the beach and climbing onto to his jet ski. I burst out laughing as I look over at Savannah, who has Kayden leaning over her.

“Aren’t you gonna go topless too, baby?” He asks running his fingers up the sides of her stomach as he kneels down in the sand in front of her.

Her eyes get big as she shakes her head, “No. Way!”

Before she can react, Kayden is reaching around her and unhooking her tube top, stuffing it in his board shorts pocket.

“Hey! Give me back my top! I don’t want Jax and Dixon to see my boobs!” She shrieks wrapping her right around across her chest while holding her left hand up at Kayden.

“Nope. Sorry, baby. We’re in the Bahamas. It’s time to let loose. Let those tities breathe and get nice and tan. If the guys come by just roll over like Brooklyn. Plus you have nothing to worry about, they know I’d drown their asses if they stared at your tits.”

Savannah finally gives in and lets out a sigh of defeat before rolling onto her stomach and furrowing her brows at me, “If my nipples get sunburnt, I swear to God, Brooklyn.”

“Whoa! What the hell did I do? Did I force Kayden to steal your top? He did that all on his own.” There’s no way I’m letting her blame this on me. Just because I want to let my girls hang out doesn’t mean it’s my fault Kayden stole her top...although it was priceless seeing her face when he did.

Rolling her eyes, she reaches into her beach bag pulling out her sunscreen and starts rubbing it over her breasts. “Brooklyn, don’t play the ‘what did I do?’ innocent act. You know you could get a monk to drop his damn robe with the bat of your lashes.”

I burst out laughing at that one because she’s probably right. “True. But, come on, Kayden’s right. We’re on a private island. Take advantage of it! Plus, he has a point. If Jax or Dixon ogled your rack, he’d beat their asses, and then I would finish the job when he was done.”



Before we know it, an hour has passed, and our glasses are empty. I need this dilemma fixed as soon as possible because the only way I’m getting through this weekend is with lots and lots of alcohol.

Turning to Savannah, I blurt out, “I think I’m going to have to be drunk twenty-four-seven to get through this weekend.”

Of course Savannah finds my situation hilarious, me not so much. If all goes as planned, I’ll drive Dixon so crazy that he’ll be saying Bahama babes, who? And finally see what the hell is right in front of him. I don’t understand why he is so all over the place. One minute I think things are going amazingly well between us and the next he’s being an asshole again.

“All I know is, tonight I will not stop until I have Dixon in my bed. That piece of shit owes me a good fuck after the way he’s treated me since we came back from LA after your accident.” Savannah chokes on the last sip of her drink as my brazen words fly from my mouth.

I don’t care. I tell it how it is. The whole I want you, then I don’t want you shit is getting to be too much. He owes me an amazing weekend in paradise to make up for all the women he’s been flaunting around in front of me since I’ve come back to Houston.