Heart of Dixon(7)

Me:

Nothing much.

Taking a bubble bath & getting trashed on expensive wine.

I snap a selfie of myself covered in bubbles with only my neck and face visible. My hair is up in a messy bun now with loose strands damp from the water and clinging to my neck. We love sending selfies to one another.

Xander:

Fuck. Me. I am really wishing I was back in Houston right now rather than on a tour bus full of stinky ass men.

I dangle my glass between my index and middle finger and take a long pull from it, savoring the sweet taste of the wine and the light buzz as it makes my mind drift into a state of ease. Setting my glass back on the edge of the tub, I text back,

Me:

I wish u were 2. It has really sucked the last few days. It’s so lonely after I leave the hospital when visiting hrs end.

I can’t wait 4 them 2 finally send Savannah home.

I watch the little gray bubble indicating that Xander is texting back and get lost in thought as I continue to think about everything going on right now. I don’t realize I’m crying until I feel the hot tears running down my cool cheeks. I swipe them away as they fall blinking my eyes as I fight the never ending stream that wants to fall. It’s been such an overwhelming week. It’s as if I were drowning and only inches away from losing my life before being ripped from the rapid waters and revived. Now my body is in a state of shock as it tries to come to grips with what it’s been through. Almost losing my best friend this week, then living in the constant fear that the asshole is still out there, is almost too much to handle. My life right now revolves around being at the hospital and being here at the hotel. I’m going stir crazy but, at the same time, I’m afraid to go out because who knows if that crazy ass Zak will try to hurt me to get back at Savannah. He isn’t thinking rationally, so there’s no telling what he’s capable of doing.

Xander’s text coming through snaps me out of my thoughts. I wipe my tears away with the palm of my hand before grabbing my wine glass again and gulping down the entire glass.

Pull yourself together. Savannah needs her best friend. She needs you to be strong for her while she heals. You can’t be weak because when you’re weak you become vulnerable. The second that happens, all hell can break loose.

I feel better after I have my mental pep talk with myself. I read Xander’s text as I feel my heart rate slowing back down to a normal rate.

Xander:

Well, if I were there I’d find all kinds of ways to distract you…

God, now I’m getting all worked up. Dammit! I’m all over the damn place tonight.

Me:

You can distract me right now…

I feel my heart rate begin to increase again as I slide my hand under the water and rest my fingers over my clit that’s aching to be played with. Since there’s no one here willing to scratch that itch, I’m going to have to settle for virtual Xander and my hand. Within seconds, a picture comes through to me of Xander in his bunk with his dick standing at full attention outside the waistband of his basketball shorts. His piercing is sparkling in the small overhead light above him, and the head of his dick is a dark purple as he fists his shaft, causing the veins running down his length to pop out, looking as if they’ll bust through his skin. He’s so damn hard.

Xander:

Are you touching yourself? I want you to rub that sensitive little bud of yours for me, beautiful. Make yourself come for me…

Setting my phone so it's leaning against my empty wine glass, my phone begins ringing telling me Xander’s FaceTiming me. I click answer with the swipe of my thumb and smile at the screen as I’m welcomed with a close up of the Xander’s perfectly pierced dick before the camera turns to his face.

“Hey, beautiful. I want to make sure I’m not the only one gettin’ myself off right now. Plus I want to watch you come as I do.” I watch as he rolls a condom over his length and begins stroking it nice and slow at the same time I start rubbing my clit in a slow circular motion with my index and middle finger.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this…” I say as a slight moan escapes me. I’m getting so turned on watching him jerk off.

His tongue darts out as he wets his lips, making me crave his tongue between my thighs. “Grab your tits and tweak those nipples just like I would,” he demands. Doing as I’m told, I bring my hand to my breasts, taking turns teasing each one while increasing the speed as I play with my clit, grinding my mound against my fingers. I watch as his grip tightens around his length and begins stroking himself faster, letting out a deep growl.

“That’s it...just like that. Fuck, Brooklyn I’m so hard right now. God, I wish I was there sucking on those perky tits and pounding my dick into your hot, tight cunt.” His voice is low and raspy as he speaks to me. My body tingles and warmth washes over me and my nipples grow so hard they ache as I chase my orgasm.

Tipping my head back, I rest it against the tub and close my eyes as I slip my fingers inside of me and start grinding against my hand. As my orgasm hits me, it’s not Xander I am imagining fucking me in this bathtub. Instead, I’m staring into the crystal blue eyes of Dixon swimming in his pools of aqua as I scream out in ecstasy as my orgasm rocks me to my core.

My eyes pop open in shock as I float back to reality.

What the fuck was that?

Panicking, I turn to the phone where I see Xander knotting the condom he just jerked off into. “Now that was a sight to see. I love watching you come.”

I try to speak, but my throat suddenly feels parched and my stare desperately at my empty wine glass. I lean forward, grabbing the wine bottle beside it, and refill the glass while picking my phone back up.

I flash Xander a sexy little smirk before taking a large gulp. Finally finding my voice, I tell him, “Oh my God. I think I hear Rebecca coming in, and it sounds like she has company. I better go. I’ll text you tomorrow?” I say it more as a question rather than a statement.

“Service will be in and out tomorrow since we’re driving through the Goddamn boondocks, but I’ll text you back as soon your messages come through. Night, Brooklyn.”

“Night.” Is all I say before quickly ending the video call.

“Seriously! What the hell is happening to me?!” I shout out to no one before inhaling a deep breath and sink slowly into the water until I’m completely submerged underwater.

Popping back up, I run my hands over my face and wipe the water from my raccoon eyes. I retrieve a washcloth from the side of the tub and dip it into the water before scrubbing my eyes until they are red but clean. I stare at my reflection in the large mirror beside the tub, not recognizing the girl staring back at me. Dixon has altered something inside of me. I’m terrified that whatever it is he’s doing to me is only going to get worse before it gets better.





Chapter Five





Dixon


It’s been five days since I’ve talked to Brooklyn. Well, really four since it was already after midnight when we landed in Houston. I haven’t seen her since I slipped out of the hospital while she was still asleep. Even though I wanted to, I haven’t been back to the hospital since. It’s been a very long fucking four days. I have tried to avoid her at all costs, and it’s worked, for the most part. That is until tonight.

Kayden returned to Beaumont so I’ve been able to resume my daily routine of working on my construction site, which is where I’d much rather be. But today being Friday, I had to come into the office for a meeting with some investors for the wind energy project we’re working on. Kayden mentioned in passing that on Tuesday, if all goes well, Savannah will finally be discharged, and they’ll be heading to Sugar Land to stay at his ranch while she recuperates.

Which means Brooklyn will only be here for three more nights. It’s been hard, no pun intended, having her only a few feet away from me. So many times I stared at my phone and contemplated texting her asking if she wanted to come down to my suite for a quick fuck, but every time the thought popped into my head I quickly pushed it far into the back of my mind. With her, it can never be just a one-time hook-up. If I give in and sleep with her, I’ll only end up finding myself getting in deeper with her than I already am.

I was doing great with keeping myself distracted from all thoughts of Brooklyn until I walked into the hotel bar just now and spotted her here. Brooklyn and Rebecca are across the room at the bar sipping drinks and talking to some guys. It’s as if she can feel my eyes on her because, within seconds, she’s shifting on her seat and turning her head, locking her eyes with mine.

My heart is pounding in my chest as she flips her long wavy hair that’s falling around her face back over her shoulder and tucks it behind her ear. It’s as if just the sight of her has frozen time. My feet are firmly planted to the floor as I stand here gaping at her like a jealous boyfriend from across the room. The guy beside her keeps casually putting his hand over hers while talking. He takes no notice that all her attention is focused on me.

The sound of my name being yelled breaks me from the Brooklyn trance I was just lost in. I look around the room and spot one of the guys from the Beaumont offices. A lot of them hang out here after work to unwind after a stressful work week. I’m starving since I didn’t get a second to eat anything, so I decide to join a few of the guys when they asked me to stop in for some drinks. My original plan was to order room service then go out to Vertigo. But call me a glutton for punishment…I knew Brooklyn would be here. She’s been in here every night this week since Savannah woke up in the hospital.