Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) (22 page)

“Kennedy,” he starts, trying to cut me off but I don’t let him. If I don’t get out what I’m thinking now, I never will.

“No, don’t try to stop me, Dixon. We both know it’s true. I understand that I’m not what you’re looking for and it was probably just a game to you, but that doesn’t mean it’s OK to rub that in my face. I’m not a tiny girl, and you know what, I’m good with that. I love the way I am and if you don’t like it, too fucking bad for you because I’m amazing.”

“God dammit, woman. Will you stop runnin’ off at the mouth for a minute?” Taking a deep breath, I keep myself from blurting again and finally look him in the eyes. “Your mother hasn’t been around, so who the hell put that shit in your head? You’re more than amazing, Kennedy, you’re perfect. I love havin’ somethin’ to fill my hands, and I love that I know you won’t break when I need to, and want to, manhandle you.”

“So why bring your tiny little fuck buddy into my house?”

Shaking his head, Dixon scrubs his hands over the stubble on his cheeks. “Because Gunnar was starting to notice that I wasn’t fuckin’ anything that offered to drop to their knees. I’m not fuckin’ her, Sunshine. I’m not fuckin’ anyone but you. You’re the only person I want wrapped around my cock. I wasn’t lyin’ when I said I wanted to bend you over the counter and fuck you ‘til you screamed the other night. The thought crosses my mind every time I’m near you. But I didn’t act on it even though I probably had time to at least fill you with my fingers, because I didn’t want to chance getting caught and fuckin’ up your marriage or losin’ my brother. I don’t want to ruin anything, but I can’t get enough of you.”

“I love Gunnar,” I admit quietly. “Things might not be the greatest right now, but I still love him. He wants kids, and I do too, but not right now.”

“So what’s the issue?”

“The issue is, I want everything we ever talked about, but I want you too. I don’t want to have to choose, because I don’t think I can. It would hurt too much to give up either of you. I’m being pulled between the both of you in ways I can’t even begin to deal with. When I’m with Gunnar, I feel so loved and cherished and protected. Even though there are issues between him and me right now, I still know he loves me,” I explain, my eyes dropping to my hands. “Then, when I’m with you, I feel... different. I forget to hate myself for doing what I know is wrong. I don’t know what to do about it, Dix, but I can’t deny needing what you both give me.”

“Sunshine…”

“I’m a horrible person.” I groan, staring up at the ceiling. “Selfish and all I’m doing is setting off a chain reaction that will do nothing but set off the blast that causes everything to blow up in my face in the end.”

Leaning into the counter, he drops his hands on top of mine, running his fingers over my skin. I know I probably shouldn’t give in to him, but every piece of me is begging to let him touch me again. Even though I shouldn’t, but I know I’m going to.

“You don’t have to choose, Kennedy. This works, it just takes patience.”

“Why didn’t you give me a heads up?” I mumble meeting his eyes, switching subjects before it gets too heavy for me.

The corner of his mouth perks up, causing that fucking dimple to poke out, and he knows he has me right where he wants me. “I didn’t realize the thought of me with another chick would make you jealous. But it did, and it was cute.”

“Jealousy is not cute.” I pout, trying to pull my hand away.

Grabbing my wrist, Dixon drags me around the counter and looks around before pulling me toward the dressing room. With the door shut firmly behind us, he slams me against the wall, grinding his hips into mine as his erection rubs against my stomach.

“How the fuck you think you aren’t what I want is beyond me when I’m constantly fuckin’ hard around you.” Running his hands along my sides, over my breasts, and up into my hair, he tangles his fingers into the strands and tips my head back. “Do you know how hard it was not to tell Gunnar that it was you that left those nail marks on my back? Every time I moved and felt ‘em, I got hard again because I wanted to be inside of you, creating new ones.”

This wasn’t supposed to get this far. Sex, that’s all this was meant to be. Now, not only am I getting pissed off at the mere thought of Dixon being with someone else, but he’s saying that he only wants to fuck me. If that’s the truth, something needs to change. I don’t like feeling jealous of other women, but the only person I should be that way with is Gunnar. Dixon should be free to fuck whoever he wants. He should be, but part of me doesn’t want him to be.

Stepping away from me, Dixon grabs the chair from the corner of the room and pulls it back to me, spinning it so the back is facing the mirror. Dipping his hand into his pocket, he pulls out the plug he used on me and spins it so the jewel glistens in the light. My body flushes, remembering how hard I came the last time I had that inside me. He hands it to me and I wrap my fingers around the warm metal as his hands drift to my jeans. Without taking his eyes off of mine, he slides them down over my hips, telling me to step out of them after I kick my sandals off.

“Bend over,” he instructs. Grabbing the plug, he slides his hand over my ass when I do and slips his finger into my already wet pussy. “Don’t move.”

Through the mirror I watch as he opens the door and peeks around it to make sure there isn’t anyone outside the room. Stepping out, he closes the door behind him, but is back before I have a chance to even wonder what he left for. Behind me, Dixon drops to his knees, burying his tongue inside of me. My mouth falls open, but I try to keep myself silent as he attempts to make me scream. I need to stay quiet because I can already imagine what Lynsey will say so the last thing I need to do is give her more ammunition. I hear the package tear before I feel the cool liquid run down the crack of my ass. The tip of the plug presses against my ass after he rolls it through the gel and I force myself to relax like he told me last time. I groan loudly before I can catch the noise as the plug slips into me. I can feel Dixon laughing even though it’s silent as he presses his lips against my tailbone.

Running his hands up my sides, he lifts my shirt as he pulls me until I’m standing and then slides it over my head. Kicking my feet apart, Dixon reaches between my legs and pulls the slat-backed chair between them.

“I’m gonna take my cock out, and when I sit down, you’re gonna follow until your tight pussy is wrapped around the entire thing. You’re gonna fuck yourself with my dick while I watch your sexy body in the mirror.”

I’m not sure what to say as he settles in behind me. Sitting on the edge of the chair, he leans back against the wall and his hands grip my hips, his fingers brushing over my sun tattoo. Not letting me hesitate about anything until I’m filled with his cock, he slides deep. The piercings on his cock hit me in different, amazing ways at this angle. The fullness is almost painful, but the sensation has me whimpering and wanting more. Reaching around me, he pulls me back against his chest before ripping the cups of my bra down so my breasts spill over the top. His fingers roll over my nipples, pinching them roughly and my eyes close.

“Open your eyes, Kennedy. I want your eyes on mine the entire time unless I say otherwise.”

I do as I’m told even though I know somewhere deep inside of me there is a smart ass remark simply waiting to be said. I know if I open my mouth nothing will come out except a moan, so I bite my lip to keep it in. Grabbing ahold of the slats on the back of the chair, I roll my hips, trying like hell to keep my eyes on his as I do. It doesn’t take long before I get into a rhythm that I can lose myself in.

“Any man that looks at you, and doesn’t immediately wanna bury themselves inside of this perfect pussy is a fuckin’ idiot. If I had it my way, I’d be inside of you every second of every day.” Reaching around me again, Dixon slides his hands over my thighs until he can open me and see more of what he wants. His fingers drift around my clit without even searching for it and I lose my rhythm for a second. “Look at how perfect that pussy is, Kennedy, it’s like you were built for me. Wet and scorchin’ hot every time I touch you. Always ready for me.” When I don’t look at what he wants me to, he thrusts up into me roughly, hitting the plug and making me cry out. “I told you to look at us.”

I drop my eyes to where his cock is disappearing inside of me, and when I lift my hips it’s glistening and wet. Not going to lie, it’s pretty fucking hot. I’ve never actually watched like this and my chest bounces with every movement I make. It doesn’t take long for me to start coming with his fingers working my clit at the same time. Having the plug rubbing me every time his cock moves sends me over the edge, but not before he makes me go back to looking him in the eyes. As soon as he feels me start to tense up, he grabs my hips and begins slamming up into me, never looking away, until I feel him twitch and swell inside of me before he falls over the edge with me.

Standing up after we catch our breath, he slides out of me, leaving me feeling empty. After tucking himself back into his jeans, he hands me mine but tells me to leave the plug for now. As soon as I have my pants back in place Dixon pulls me back against his chest. He wraps me tight in his arms, settling his chin on my head so he can see my face in the mirror again. “I’ve never seen a size zero that’s as sexy as you. I’ve never seen a size zero with as much confidence as you. No skinny bitches, as you say, ever get me off the way you do, and they never leave me wantin’ more like you do. Don’t ever doubt that I want you.”

I swallow around the lump in my throat. “That’s a hard thing to believe considering the fact that I’m the only chick over a size four that I’ve ever seen you with.”

Gripping my chin, he turns my head so he can look directly at me instead of my reflection. “Did you ever stop to think that it might be because I could never have the one thing I really wanted?”

“Oh,” I breathe. The brutal honesty I see in his eyes scares the hell out of me and I feel like I need to run away before I say something stupid. He must realize the same thing because he kisses me quickly before stepping away and pulling the door open, but I don’t move.

“Problem?” he asks, but I know he already knows why I’m not moving.

“Don’t you want your toy back?”

Dixon shakes his head, running his fingers up my arm with a smirk on his lips. “No, I think that needs to stay where it is for right now.”

“Excuse me?” I deadpan.

“Yeah.” He leans in close, letting his hot breath blow across my skin as he whispers. “I think it needs to stay there and stretch you out a bit because I
will
fuck your ass soon and I don’t wanna hurt you. I also think it needs to stay there because you spent so much time ignorin’ me over somethin’ that could have been cleared up by simply talkin’ to me. So yes, you leave it in there until you’re done with work, and then you can drop it off in my truck at the station on the way home.”

Without batting an eye he turns and walks away from me, leaving me standing there with no clue what to do.

“Dixon,” I whisper yell. “Dixon get your ass back here!”

He doesn’t stop, but he does look over his shoulder and winks at me as he pushes the door open. “Bye, Sunshine.” He laughs as the door shuts behind him.

I stare at the closed door for a minute before I realize that Lynsey is standing there watching me. I’m actually afraid the smile on her face is going to permanently be stuck there because it’s so big. I huff, and she tries her best not to laugh, but completely fails. Dropping her hands to her thighs, she leans over, laughing until she can’t anymore and has to catch her breath.

“Well, I guess that’s my fault for telling you to figure your shit out, but I feel like I need to go adjust your time so you weren’t on the clock while it happened.” Standing up straight, Lynsey drapes her arms over her chest, trying to mask the humor in her voice. “Prostitution is illegal in Tennessee, Kennedy. I can’t allow your sexcapades to jeopardize my business.”

“Fuck you, twatface.”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I think if you fucked me, you’d never go back to Dixon or Gunnar.”

Suddenly Lynsey sobers, her eyes widening as she stares behind me, and that’s when I hear it.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”

The rest of my day at work was completely unproductive because we spent hours trying to settle Mark down. To say he was upset that he didn’t know about Dixon and I but Lynsey did is an understatement. Getting him to shut the hell up was more work than it has been to keep this secret for months. He didn’t stop until Lynsey stepped up and whispered something in his ear causing his eyes to flutter closed. I don’t want to know what it was, but it made his mouth snap closed faster than I’ve ever seen before.

After stopping at the fire station and leaving Dixon’s plug in his truck, I head home. I had to text him a little while ago and tell him I had to take it out. As good as it felt for a while, my ass was way too sore because of it to keep it in any longer. He told me that I needed to keep it in, I told him to fuck off. All that did was start banter that made me want to have him inside of me again.