For the Love of Dixie (12 page)

“I’m not kissing her—”

I plant my foot on his back and shove. His head hits the ground with a loud thud. “What? I couldn’t hear you.”

He glances up at me with fire in his eyes and a rapidly forming goose egg on his forehead.

Please come at me, boy.
“Kiss. Her. Feet.”

He grits his teeth and bends down, kissing the toe of her right heel.

“Both of them. Make the noise. I want to make sure she feels you’ve made every effort to make amends.”

He does it and the crowd explodes in ooh’s. His days of pretending to be bad ass in this town are over or numbered.

“Now, get the fuck away from her and stay away. If I hear someone you know so much as breathed in her personal space, girls included, I’ll come back and give you the ass whopping you narrowly missed. You get me?” I ask.

He looks up at me and gives a curt nod.

“Let’s go, Dixie Rose, we’re through.” Not a word is spoken until she climbs onto the back behind me and I hand her my helmet. “From now on, I got your back. Anything happens you come to me first, understand?”

“Why?” Her voice is low and full of an uncertainty that bothers me.

“Because this is the way it should’ve been all along.”

“You expect me to believe that?” she asks.

“No, I plan on showing you. Hold on tight, ain’t got no sissy seat on the back of my bike.” I start up my lady and rev the engine to drown out her response. Nothing I say can change her opinion. I learned early on, actions say what matters.

Dixie Rose

I lean back against the headboard. I found out from Dad the boys would roll in tonight, and I’d spent a good portion of the day sexifying Echo’s room. I can’t in good conscience shack up with him yet, but I can do this. He wasn’t the only one feeling lonely on those long nights.

The door opens and his saddlebags hit the floor.

“Welcome home, Echo,” I say.

His eyes widen.

I smile. “Surprise.”

He takes in the room and a grin breaks out on his face. Then he stares at my shirt. “I can’t believe you still have that.”

I run my hand down the worn and faded Kings of Chaos tank top. “Found it in my old dresser when I first got here. Little did I know, I’d have a cause to use it.”

“I remember when you claimed that for yours,” he said, stalking over to me. “The first time I took that sweet little pussy of yours and made it mine.”

My face flushes at the memory. He’d been so patient and thorough. No man had ever known my body better, or made me come so hard.

“Does your body still remember who it belongs to, D’Rose?”

I bite my bottom lip and look up. “Does yours?”

“You laying claim on me now, baby?”

“It’s only fair, right?” I push up from the bed. “But first, we need to get rid of that road dust.” I grab the edge of his cut, relishing in the fact that he allows me to. “Let’s get you clean, so we can both get fucking filthy.”

He moans. “Shit. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me, girl.”

I lean forward and flick his lips with my tongue. “I know. Tonight is all about you, Daddy.”

He growls.

His quirks and perversions are my own, because sexually, this man built me from the ground up, tailor made me to fit him. I had a freedom with him I never managed to accomplish with anyone else. I could never trust them entirely.

“You know what I like, don’t you, little girl?”

“I remember everything you ever taught me.”

“Oh, yeah?” He reaches down and cups a handful of my bare ass. “Show me.” His teeth nip at the sensitive flesh on my neck.

Instantly, my breasts grow heavy. My pussy slicks and I struggle to focus on him. I pull away. “Unh-ah, not your turn for control yet.” I dance away from his arms and point to the toilet. “Sit, and let me draw you a bath.” He sits and I bend over, giving him a nice view of my ass as I run the water, testing the temperature. The thing I love most about Echo was that no one trumped the other in the relationship. We catered to each other. His hands caress my cheeks and I can’t help but wind my hips.

“Keep wiggling that ass and I’m going to take you right now,” Echo says.

I stand and move over to him, slowly pushing his cut down his arms. Taking the worn leather, I carefully fold it and walk out to set it on his dresser. I step back and stop in the doorframe to admire the way his muscles flex in his back and his ass as he slips into the tub. After gathering his clothes I take them to the laundry bin. Echo has faults, but tidiness has never been one of them.

Perched on the tub, I turn off the water then grab the sandalwood soap and a black washcloth. I dip them both into the water and get a good lather going.

His eyes are glued to me as he leans against the back of the basin.

I start as his neck, enjoying the strong chords there. The boy has become a man, twice as big, and even firmer. My thighs are slick with my desire, and my body is humming.

He remains still, allowing me to care for him.

No words are needed between us. I can see all I need to know in his eyes.

He’s tired and angry. The roads can be rough. The stress combined with the distance and the drama that usually goes along with it wears on a man. Couple that with the shit going on with his family who were along for the trip and it’s a recipe for disaster.

I lean forward and bite his bottom lip, stopping just shy of drawing blood.

He purrs like a jungle cat. The sound vibrates in his massive chest.

I move the cloth lower, washing his pecs in slow circles. I work on eroding the tension from his muscles as I continue to bite at his flesh, marking him. He needs to feel like he belongs to me fully and I to him. It’s a desire I understand well. I trace his rock hard abs and linger on his even harder cock.

“You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I’m hoping you’ll burn me,” I say with a wink. I stroke up and down, increasing my speed and adding a twist of my wrist. “I want to be your good girl. I have to make sure and get you nice and clean. I don’t want to miss an inch.”

He rests his arms along the sides of the tub, skimming my thighs with his wet fingers.

The droplets of water roll across my skin and down my legs. I shiver. My senses are so heightened every extra stimulation is foreplay.

“You’re so beautiful when you please me.”

His words fill me with happiness and strengthen my resolve to make this work. We pair well. “You know I like to please you, Daddy.”

“And tonight you will. I’ve been too long without my sweet girl.”

I want to curl up beside the tub and let him stroke my hair. I didn’t understand my inclination when I was younger, but I do now. I like to feel safe and controlled while retaining my power. In our relationship, I set the rules and boundaries. Echo’s job is to follow that blueprint, and push me to stretch outside myself. It helped me grow and cope when I was younger. Now, it sets my body on fire and challenges my mind. It’s a body and soul connection that makes me feel complete. I’m not submissive in any other area, so handing over that control is a relief. For the moments of play, I’m relieved and euphoric. I’ve craved this. Other than light kink and bondage, it’s been a secret stored in my closet from the men I’ve had in my life.

I release his twitching member and work my way down his legs, taking special care with his muscles. Their legs get so tense on long rides.

He groans and leans his head back. The look of pure enjoyment and trust are a work of art on this hardened man’s face.

I complete the bath, and lean back on my knees awaiting instructions. This isn’t a lifestyle for us, but I know the rules. It’s a world we like to explore in the bedroom, and we’re both the type of people who’ll do it right, if we do it at all.

I stare at the floor, waiting. My heart beat increases. My skin prickles with anticipation.

“Give me those eyes, D’Rose. I want to know you’re feeling this the same way I am.”

I glance up and he leans over and trails his knuckles down the side of my face. He cups my chin and applies slight pressure.

I lean my head back.

“You want me to show you who you belong to tonight?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

His eyes glint. “Then we’ll start now.” He stands, offering up his erect dick. The eight inch, thick shaft is red from the hot bath and the blood rushing to it. His mushroom-shaped head glistens with water and pre-come. “Suck me with no hands, and show me how much you missed me while I was gone.”

Placing my arms behind my back I lean against the cool tub. I hiss and lave him down with my tongue, moistening the canvas I plan on painting a picture on. I pay attention to the underside of his cock, sucking his balls into my mouth. He grunts, and I tug on them.

“Fuck, yes. You know what I like, don’t you?”

“Mmm hmm.” I pay his testicles extra attention and his dick goes impossibly hard. The bead of clear liquid formed on his slit tells me it’s time to move to stage two. Placing a gentle kiss on his sack, I move to his tip. I capture the salty sweat sphere and tease his slit. His hips move, and I retreat, circling the circumference of his head with the tip of my tongue. He grunts, and I treat him like a lollipop, licking and swirling until he thrusts forward. I slide my tongue down the edge, working to draw this warm-up out as long as possible.

“You got such a clever fucking mouth, babe. Stop teasing and take this dick.”

I swallow him down, suctioning hard.

“Shit yes, like that. Such a dirty little girl, taking my cock deep into your throat.”

I force myself to relax, and accept his girth. I bob my head up and down, running my tongue over the underside of his shaft.

He buries a hand in my hair and pulls it taut. “Shit yes, take all of it.”

The pull makes me moan. He increases the rhythm and I allow him, eager to become a vessel for his pleasure. My core drips and I lose myself in the exchange occurring between us. His sounds of desire are my own.

“I’m going to come and you better swallow it all down.” He’s talking from between his teeth.
He’s close.

He explodes into my mouth, and I swallow down his salty, sticky, sweetness. The fact that he’s eaten pineapple recently would make me laugh if I didn’t have a mouthful. He eases out of my mouth and I clean him gingerly, pampering his sensitive cock. He tugs gently and I rise to my feet. Releasing his hold, he pulls me to him devouring my mouth. I moan, pressing into him as our tongues tangle. He’d never been grossed out about kissing me after oral sex. It was his total acceptance of everything we did that allowed me to blossom…feeling safe and secure enough to uncover my own sexuality.

We part, breathing heavily and he steps from the water lifting me into his arms. “That was just the pregame event,” Echo says.

“You going to make me come, Daddy?” I ask.

“Until you pass out.” For some people, that would be an exaggeration; for him, it’s a goal. He tosses me onto the bed and slaps my ass. “On all fours, and keep that ass up in the air.”

I scramble to do his bidding, and wag my ass.

“You teasing me?” he asks, grabbing a handful of cheek.

I whimper. “No, Daddy, I’d never do that.”

He reigns down a series of blows and I all but melt into the mattress. My ass is blissfully sore and I’m soaked and primed. He smoothes his hand over the sensitive areas, setting off sparks inside of me. I gasp.

“You like it when I spank you, don’t you? Spread your fucking legs and hold on tight. There’s not going to be a damn thing slow or gentle about this, girl. I want you too bad.” He slaps my pussy with his cock and I moan. “So wet and ready for me, that’s good.” He pushes the tank top up and grips my neck. I brace myself against the bed. One quick thrust and he’s buried balls deep. I scream, enjoying the powerful invasion. He fills me to the brim and I meet him stroke for stroke, drunk off the domination and surrender. My body is his to do with as he pleases. He adjusts his angle and nudges the bundle of nerves inside me. My pussy flexes on its own, gripping him tighter. The pleasure builds and I fly off the edge screaming his name. He fucks me through the orgasm, stoking the fires once more before the flames have a chance to cool.

He pulls out and flips me onto my back. “I want to see your face when you come for me,” he snarls.

I spread my legs, amazed by the fierce creature crawling between them. He buries himself to the hilt, and I wrap my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles. My fingers dig into his flesh as we come together almost violently. He leaves bruising bites down my neck, staking his claim as he drives me into a frenzied state of need. I flex my muscles.

He growls. “Come for me, baby.”

I lunge forward, sinking my teeth into the flesh between his neck and shoulder as I explode around him. Hot jets fill me a few seconds later, and I’m lost to the hazy bliss that comes from a good, hard session of love making.