Heart of Dixon(21)

“Fuck, me. Asshole. Can’t ya miss one fuckin’ shot.” I slur as I pick up the cup and tip it back.

I feel Brooklyn’s hand come to rest on my back. The contact feels like a hot poker on my skin, scorching me through my shirt. “Better slow down, Dixon. Or you’ll find out just how fun it is to barf your brains out after a night of drinking too much.”

Running my hand over my hair that’s still damp from the evening swim I took in the pool before dinner, I let out an aggravated moan, “You’re not my mother or my fuckin’ girlfriend so don’t try to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.” The instant the words leave my mouth, I regret them. Everyone has their eyes on me, making me feel like the world’s biggest dickhead right now.

I turn quickly, snaking my arm around Brooklyn’s waist, pulling her into me. She lifts her eyes up to mine, and the hurt in them is evident. It seems like that’s what I do best lately with her. I’m always pissing her off by doing or saying the wrong thing. The only time we get along is when my dick is buried inside of her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t...I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m drunk...I know it isn’t an excuse...but do you think you can forgive me?” I ask giving her my best ‘You know you want to forgive me’ smile.

A small smile curls up at the corners of her lips as she nods her head yes. “You can be a real jackass when you’re drunk, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve been told that a time or two.”

Kayden, suddenly feeling the need to join in on the conversation, says, “How about nearly every single time Dixon gets drunk, he turns into an arrogant jackass. But we wouldn’t have him any other way. He helps make the nights out interesting.”





Chapter Eleven




The next hour goes a lot smoother. I gladly bow out, admitting I’m too far past ever being able to make a comeback and allow Kayden to take my place to try and battle the undefeated Jax. I noticed that throughout the hour, Brooklyn has been spending a lot more time near me than with Jax, which has had my head spinning. The alcohol I’d consumed wasn’t helping at all with my willpower to resist her advances.

With every little touch or smile, even the slightest glance, I found myself getting hornier by the minute. My dick was screaming at me to pull my head out of my ass and fuck her already. You’d think, with all the alcohol I’d consumed, my dick wouldn’t be able to fully function. Yet, I felt it twitching in my cargo shorts every time Brooklyn bent over to grab another drink from the mini fridge outside. Her short cut off shorts left little to the imagination. Plus, I’ve seen her naked enough times to have the memory of that ass burned in my mind forever.

Finally, after Savannah started to pass out on Kayden’s lap because it was almost three in the morning, we all decided to call it a night. Brooklyn and Jax followed Kayden inside as he carried Savannah since she was already half asleep. “I’m gonna take a piss real quick then I’ll be in,” I yell to Jax, because I know he’ll need to go around locking all the doors making sure the security system is all set before we go to sleep. Jerome had done a walk through earlier before he went to sleep, but knowing Jax, he’ll want to do another walk through to be safe.

When I enter the house, I shut the doors behind me turning the deadbolts before making my way towards the large staircase that leads upstairs. As I round the corner, I spot Jax standing on at the stairway with Brooklyn standing two steps up so that their eyes were level.

“Do you want me to sleep with you in your room tonight?” He asks as he wraps his arms around her waist.

She has her hands laced together behind his head tapping her fingers together nervously. “I’m going to try and sleep alone tonight, but if I decide I need you, I’ll text your phone from my room. Okay?”

I feel like a creeper hanging back here in the dark, eavesdropping. But after hearing from Kayden that Jax has been spending every night with Brooklyn while they’ve been staying at the house, I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about her and Jax sleeping together all of this time...even though I have no room to judge or be jealous.

“Okay. Don’t hesitate to text me no matter what time it is. I want to make sure you feel safe.”

My head feels like it’s about to explode as I watch Jax lean forward and press a chaste kiss to her lips before turning to walk back into the living room. I quickly get my feet moving and pop around the corner before he has a chance to get too far. “Hey, bro. I locked the back doors. Good night.” I clap him on the shoulder and give him a curt nod before tackling the joyful task of climbing the stairs drunk.

After stumbling more than a few times, I hear footsteps coming back down the stairs and glance up, spotting Brooklyn coming back down towards me. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, she comes down the stairs and stands beside me, grabbing my arm to help me up the stairs. “Are you trying to wake the whole damn house or kill yourself?” She bitches as she grunts and tugs my arm hard as we slowly make it up the stairs one at a time.

“It’s not my fault my cousin didn’t invest in a fuckin’ elevator.”

Brooklyn snorts at my response, “Good one, Dixon. You’d think since this was party central before Savannah came along, Mr. Moneybags would’ve invested in an elevator.”

“I think, after tonight, I’ll bring the subject up to him because climbing these stairs drunk is a real bitch.” Her quiet laughter fills the stairway and makes my heart beat fast in my chest.

Fuck. This chick is going to give me a heart attack with all the crazy shit she keeps making my heart do.

As she continues to tug on me, her perfume begins to swarm around me filling my senses. I inhale it and instantly feel my dick growing harder. She smells like a wet dream, covered in sliced fruit, waiting for me to eat every morsel from her body.

I need to think dead puppies or something because my fucking shorts are tenting by the second.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Brooklyn drapes my arm over her shoulder when we get up to the last stair, and she begins the short walk to my bedroom. Her body is pinned against the side of mine with one hand holding mine and the other resting against my back. I can feel her perfect tits bouncing against my chest, making my rock-hard cock practically salute her.

“All right. Let’s get your drunk ass into bed,” She says turning the doorknob and swinging my bedroom door open.

We stumble as we walk towards my bed and within seconds we’re both lying on my bed with her on top of me and my very evident erection poking her in the stomach. I can feel her belly ring rubbing through my shorts as she wiggles to try and get off of me, which only turns me on more. Now all I can think about is running my tongue over her body and tugging on her belly ring as I finger her and watch her face as she comes undone from my touch.

“I’m so sorry,” She says giggling again.

I let out a deep chuckle and reach out for her, running my hands through her long wavy curls, “Two drunks don’t make a very good team, huh? But at least we made it safely up the death trap, also known as Knox’s fancy ass staircase.”

Her eyelids flutter as I brush the pad of my thumb across her cheek that is flushed from the alcohol, and from our close proximity at the moment.

“I was glad to help. Good night, Dixon.”

She starts backing off of the bed and out of my grasp when the words leave my mouth before my brain has a chance to clamp my mouth shut on me, “You’re going to leave without giving me a good night kiss? I assumed you kissed everyone goodnight seeing that you just kissed Jax downstairs.”

Her eyes turn dark, and a fire is burning in them mixing with the moonlight shining in my room. I can tell she’s turned on and pissed off all at the same time. The perfect concoction for Brooklyn and me. Our fights always lead to hot sex afterward.

Fuck. What am I doing? So much for avoiding her. Now here I am telling her I want a fucking kiss!

“You spying on me now?” She spits out with venom evident in her words.

I hold my hands up in defense, “Whoa! I was coming in from taking a fucking piss and just so happened to stumble upon yours and Jax’s little powwow on the stairs. I wasn’t too surprised by it though seeing that y’all have been shacking up every night that you spent at Savannah’s.”

Smacking my thigh as hard as she can, I yell out in pain as my skin begins to sting where her hand connected with my leg. “Be happy I only smacked you on the thigh, Asshole! Instead of junk punching your ass!”

Jumping off the bed, she storms towards the door but stops a few feet away and spins back towards me. Dayum does she look hot when she’s fired up. Resting her hands on her hips she glares at me from across the room. “You know what, I’m done biting my damn tongue around you. Where the hell do you get off talking to me like that? What about you, Dixon? You haven’t been going to bed alone over the last several weeks so don’t you dare try to judge me.”

Taking me by surprise she begins to approach the bed again and all I can do is lie here in my drunken stupor, listening to what she has to say, but not finding the words I want to say back to her. Instead, I decide to not speak at all and allow her to get whatever it is built up inside of her off her chest.