Heart of Dixon(22)

“You’re fantastic in bed but other than that you have nothing else going for you. You’re a complete jackass to me ninety-nine percent of the time. The only time you’re actually nice to me, Dixon, is when you’re either trying to get into my pants or when we’re fucking! Other than that you’re usually rubbing every other girl, in fucking Houston, in my face! At least with Jax, he is amazing no matter if we’re sleeping together or not. If I were you, I’d take some pointers from him because you sure could use some.”

Folding my arms across my chest I ask, “Are you done?”

Huffing out a loud puff of air she swats at a loose strand of hair that has fallen in front of her face, “Yes. I’m done. Good night, Dixon.” She starts to spin around to beeline it for the door but somehow my drunk ass manages to move off of the bed and catch her before she goes.

I grab her from behind, wrap my arms around her waist, and nuzzle my face into her neck, “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. You’re right; I’m being a jerk. It can’t help it. I hate seeing you with him. It’d be different if it was a stranger, but it’s Jax. I hate it. Every time I see him now all I think about is him being with you.”

Her body, which was ridged a moment ago, softens against me. Like me, she is unable to resist the pull we have to each other. It’s scaring the shit out of me because I’ve felt it since the first day we met. Slowly, I feel like I’m falling in love with her, and that is the last thing that can happen. My mind and my body are constantly at war with one another and it’s becoming exhausting.

“Dixon...please.” Her words come out breathy and laced with need and pain, all at the same time, as my hands travel over her stomach sliding beneath her tank top.

“Just one kiss, Brooklyn. Then you can go.” I’m fooling myself if I think I can keep saying one more kiss. One more fuck. Then we’ll be done.

I don’t think there’s any way this will ever end unless I make it end. The only way that’ll happen is by making Brooklyn hate me. The thought of hurting her kills me, but it’s better to do it now before we get in any deeper.

“Okay. One kiss and then your drunk ass is getting back in bed. Hopefully, you’re so drunk you don’t remember any of this in the morning.” She fists my shirt and starts walking me backwards towards the bed until my knees hit the mattress, and my body falls back onto the bed.

I never was graceful when I’m intoxicated. It’s deja vu as she tumbles on top of me once again. “Oops.” I chuckle, as I cup her face and pull her lips down to mine.

“Oops.” She says, mockingly before sliding her fingers through my hair and licking her lips seductively as our mouths inch closer and closer together. I feel a feather of a kiss brush against my lips, and then Brooklyn tries to pull away.

I’m not settling for that kiss. When I kiss her, I have to consume her. Taste every inch of her mouth. Especially since, if all goes as planned, this will be the last time I’m ever with her like this. I fist her hair and crash her lips to mine before rolling her on the bed beneath me. Instinctively, her lips part, giving me access to her mouth which tastes intoxicating as I lick the inside of her mouth and tangle my tongue with hers. She tastes like sweet liquor, instantly making my buzz intensify.

She moans into my mouth as my erection presses into her sweet spot. I feel her body stiffening beneath me, and I know she’s only a second away from an orgasm. She’s wound up tighter than a fucking yo-yo. I tug on the mess of hair tangled in my hand and suck gently on her tongue while grinding myself hard into her. Within seconds, she’s moaning into my mouth as I feel her body jolting beneath me before going limp.

Her breathing is hard and fast as she slowly pulls herself back together. I stare down at her taking in her soft features. She blinks a few times and just like that her expression goes from relaxed and content to furious.

Is she pissed at me for taking our kisses further than intended or pissed at herself for enjoying it as much as I did?

“Fuck, Dixon. Since when does a good night kiss include an orgasm on the side?” She’s gasping to catch her breath as she pushes against my chest, rolling me off of her and climbing off of the bed.

“Hey. You seemed a little wound up, so I helped resolve the situation.”

“You’re crazy. Now look at you. You’re about two seconds away from busting through your shorts. That has to be painful.” She looks as if she’s enjoying my painful situation I’m in right now as a smirk plays on her now red and slightly swollen lips.

I tilt my head, pressing my chin to my chest as I peer down at my bulging dick that’s ready to break through my zipper. “Umm, yup. Pretty painful. You think you could help me fix this situation?” I ask, lifting my eyes back up to her and grinning like the Cheshire cat. I so want her to rectify this situation. I’m a complete and total fucking idiot. I think I’m going to get ‘Just One More Time’ tattooed on my fucking forearm seeing that it’s turned into my motto with Brooklyn.

Shaking her head, she laughs down at me before leaning over the bed, resting her hands on my thighs, making my dick only throb harder. “If you would’ve asked me an hour ago, the answer would’ve been, hell-freakin-yeah. But, now? I’m thinking maybe for once, Dixon, I’m gonna leave you hanging like you’ve left me one too many times while you ditched me for silicone Barbie. And let’s not forget the infamous Cece, who you decided to try and hook up with just hours after you were with me. If you want me on your dick ever again, I suggest you step up your game, Playa. Because you just got played.”

I think my jaw is officially dislocated from my mouth, and I may have jizzed in my shorts.

Fuck. She is hot when she is pissed off. But, dammit, why does she have to take it out on my dick? It’s never done anything to her but make her come harder than she’s ever come in her entire fucking life. This is the thanks and appreciation it gets? Fan-fuckin'-tastic!

Of course, it’s exactly like I’ve thought all along. She’s keeping score, remembering every little thing I do when I’m not with her. Bed buddies don’t do that shit! We just fuck when there’s no one else around. How does she forget the golden rule?

Propping myself up on my elbows I narrow my brows up at her, “Seriously? You’re gonna make me suffer from blue-fuckin-balls right now because I was out partying with other girls? Last I checked we’re just fuck buddies, Brooklyn. We never agreed on being exclusive. That wasn’t part of the deal. Which from where I’m laying, you are the pot calling the kettle fuckin’ black. Your pussy is getting a lot of action from more than just my dick.”

Brooklyn glares at me, pressing her lips together, before pushing herself off of my thighs and stomping towards the bedroom door again. “You know what? Ughh! Go fuck yourself, Dixon!” Before I can say anything, she’s storming out of the room slamming the door making me flinch.

Well. That didn’t go as planned. And, as a matter of fact, I plan on fuckin’ myself thanks to you leaving me sitting here with a fucking raging hard on! Why couldn’t I get that out before she slammed the fucking door?!

Rolling off of the bed I drag my drunk as into the bathroom, strip out of my clothes and crank up the shower. I don’t know whether to be pissed off or turned by what just happened back there. Brooklyn has fucked with my head to the point where I think I’m actually losing my fucking mind.

She did me a favor tonight turning me down, because what little will power I had flew out the window after she walked through my bedroom door. At least now I won’t be waking up regretting anything. One of us had to put a stop to this because you can only crash and burn so many times before there’s nothing left to salvage. Hopefully, since it was Brooklyn who walked away tonight, we can stop this merry-go-round we’ve been trapped on for the last several weeks and finally walk away from one another for good.

Stepping under the spray of the shower, I roll my head trying to loosen up the tension in my neck. My dick is throbbing as I fist it in my hand. I prop one arm against the shower wall while I work the other up and down my length. I tighten my abdomen as I work towards my orgasm. Closing my eyes, I try to picture anyone but Brooklyn. But as I jerk myself harder and faster, feeling my balls tighten in anticipation of coming all over the shower floor, it’s Brooklyn I see: naked, dragging her nails down my chest as she rides my dick like the fucking sex goddess she is. I come hard as I let out a loud groan and rest my head against the tiled wall, jerking every last drop of cum out as memories— that look more like the hottest porno I’ve ever seen—flash behind my eyes.

I’m so fucked.





Chapter Twelve





Brooklyn


To say that things have been awkward between Dixon and me since our fight at 3:00 a.m. would be putting it lightly. I’ve tried my best to pretend it never happened because the last thing I want to do is have Savannah or Kayden realize something happened between us and then have to explain it all.

I woke up praying that Dixon drank so much that he’d forget the whole thing. But judging by the way he avoided me this morning, he remembered it all. The good, the bad and the ugly. Of course, Kayden planned a super sweet getaway this afternoon for Savannah with all of us tagging along to go swim with dolphins. Savannah and I were left in the dark about where we were going, but Kayden, Jax, and Dixon knew all along.