Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) (9 page)

One thing I do know for sure: Lynsey is right. I can’t keep ignoring this.

The end of August means I see less and less of Gunnar. Between classes and football, I’m lucky if I lay eyes on him before I go to bed most nights. He loves what he does, and watching the way he is with those kids makes me love him even more. I swear he was running around like a chicken with its head cut off this morning trying to make sure everything was in place for the first home game of the season.

I pull my Indians jersey down over my tank top as Dixon bangs against my door. “Let’s go, Kennedy! It’s a football game, not your high school prom. It shouldn’t take this long to get ready!”

I yank the door back and come chest to chest with him. “Jesus, Dixon, you’re practically in my room. Calm down, we won’t miss kick off.”

“Believe me,” he says while letting his eyes roam over my body. “If I was in the room, we would’ve missed the game.”

He turns and walks away from me, leaving me shocked in the doorway. It’s been weeks since the night everything happened between us, and since that morning he hasn’t mentioned anything about it, even if his innuendos are ruthless. Everything was sorting itself out. Well, for the most part. Lynsey’s words of wisdom float through my head every time I see him and make me wonder if it was just a drunken mistake, or if what he gave me is something I actually need. I’m still unsure.

It takes longer for us to find parking and make our way into the stadium than it did to get here. No one can say this town isn’t supportive of our teams. The place is crowded and excited energy floats through the air as I lean over the fence and holler at Gunnar. It takes a few tries to get him to hear me over the screaming people behind me, but when he turns and finds me, he smiles and heads over. When he grips my face to kiss me, his hands are shaking from nerves. All he’s talked about since he was made head coach was not letting the city down like the last coach.

Gunnar smiles against my lips before pulling away. Yelling over the noise around us, he tells me he loves me before turning his attention to Dixon. “After the shit that happened last year between these team’s crowds, I don’t want her out of your sight.”

“No worries, man, I won’t let her ass out of my sight,” Dixon shouts back.

Stepping up next to me, his fingers lace with mine as he pulls me against him. Those words never used to hit me like they do right now, and hopefully I can hide the fact that my entire body just lit up like a firecracker. My hands tremble as Dixon’s thumb begins to trace over the pulse point on my wrist. He knows what he’s doing to me and I don’t even have to open my mouth. Asshole. Why the hell is he doing this shit here of all places?

Gunnar leans back toward me and I force myself to calm down. He gets his good luck kiss and thankfully heads back to the team before he notices anything is wrong with me. Dixon drags me behind him, looping his arm over my shoulder as we start walking up the bleachers.

Leaning down, he presses his lips against my ear without stopping. “In that fuckin’ skirt, Kennedy, I plan to stick to my word and not let your ass out of my sight. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wore it just to taunt me.”

Wide-eyed, I turn and stare at him. He’s close enough that I could just lean in and kiss him, and based on the look in his eyes, that’s exactly what he wants. If it weren’t for the thousands of people around us, and the fact that my husband could turn around and see, I would. I have no idea what the hell is going on between us, but it looks like it’s time to find out. I’m torn between right and wrong, between need and want. I can’t help reliving that night in my head. The way his hands felt on me, his mouth. Dixon didn’t treat me like a piece of glass, he wasn’t afraid to shatter me. My pulse quickens as we take another step and he still doesn’t look away.

"What happened to feeling bad for what happened?"

He waits until we're seated, making sure we're completely surrounded by people we don't know who are still standing, before he says anything. Turning to me, he presses his lips to my ear again and the heat of his breath makes my pulse flutter.

"Don't doubt that I feel like a piece of shit, but I can't help it." Dixon's hand settles on my bare thigh and his fingers slip under the edge of my skirt. "Even though I know I shouldn't, it's hard not to want you now that I know what I've been missin’. I won’t lie and say I don’t want you, because I do.

"I don't even know what to say to that."

"I'm not worried about what you're going to say, Kennedy. I'm wonderin’ what you plan on lettin’ me do about it."

I grab his hand, halting his assent up my thigh. "I don't want to hurt Gunnar." The words tumble out of my mouth before I even think about them, but it's the truth. It doesn't matter how much I want to explore how Dixon made me feel, I don't want to hurt Gunnar. Even thinking those words makes me feel like a hypocrite. I can't have both. It has to be one thing or the other, right?

The crowd around us jumps and the screaming escalates as the players rush the field, saving me from whatever Dixon opened his mouth to say. I turn my attention back to what I'm here for: to support Gunnar and the team. I keep my eyes on the game, but I don’t need to look over to know Dixon is staring at me, I can feel the heat from his gaze.

When halftime rolls around, and the teams disappear back into the locker rooms to regroup, I stand up and attempt to shuffle past Dixon. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me down into his lap before I have a chance to get past him. Thankfully nobody is paying attention, and even if they were, this isn't the first time I've been on Dixon's lap. Being such a close knit group has its advantages sometimes. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath when he shifts his hips under me and I feel him begin to harden.

"Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

"Bathroom," I gasp, choking on my breath as his hips shift causing his cock to roll into my ass.

"Not alone, you aren't. I saw the shit that went down here last year. When I said you wouldn't leave my sight, I meant it."

I roll my eyes in frustration, but stand and hold my hand out for him. There's no use fighting him on it, I know I'll lose. After making it to the bottom of the bleachers, I pull us toward the lines beginning to form, but Dixon drags me in the other direction.

"Dixon, where the hell are we going? I have to pee!"

When we reach the back side of the stands, he continues pulling me until we're close enough for him to spin me and pin my back against the concrete wall holding them up. His hands settle on my hips as he presses his body against me. Having him this close, knowing he's probably going to touch me more than what he is already, and knowing Gunnar is nearby makes my body tremble. My head is screaming for me to run like hell, but my body has other ideas.

"I don't wanna hurt Gunnar either, but I can't stop thinkin’ about touchin’ you again. He's my best friend, and wantin’ you makes me feel like the biggest piece of shit in the world, but it doesn't make it go away."

"What are you saying, Dixon?"

Reaching up, he scrubs his hands over the dark stubble lining his jaw and blows out a frustrated breath. "What I'm sayin’ is every time I see you, I can't stop myself from imagining bendin’ you over and buryin’ my cock inside you. I wanna feel you fall apart for me again. I have to know if it was the alcohol or if it was somethin’ more than that."

I hesitate for a minute before realizing that honesty is probably the way I should go right now. "I've been wondering the same thing since it happened."

"Give me one more time." He shrugs. “I have to know for sure."

My heart is hammering in my chest. Can it just be that simple? Could we do it again and it mean nothing? "Just sex, no feelings, no guilt? Can it be that simple, Dixon? I have to know that this doesn't change anything between us, or me and Gunnar. It's just to make sure it was because of the alcohol, then this is over."

Dixon presses the length of his body against mine, forcing my back to arch against the wall. His lips cover mine and his tongue slides between them, teasing me with a taste him mixed with cigarettes before pulling away. He shakes his head like he's trying to talk himself out of this, but he ignores wherever his thoughts were headed and slides his hand under my skirt. I squeeze my legs together, suddenly remembering that I really have to use the bathroom. As if he can read my mind, he chuckles.

"Trust me, you don't want to walk away from me right now to go stand in the bathroom line. When you're screamin’ my name it'll be even better with a full bladder." I look at him like he's crazy, but he doesn't seem to care as he slides his thigh between my legs to keep them apart and plunges his fingers into me. I'm not sure what made me leave the panties in the dresser, but I'm suddenly glad I did. "Fuckin' hell, Kennedy. You're not making this easy for me."

I drop my head back against the wall, trying to stay quiet even though I know that no one will be able to hear us over the crowd. "I don't want it easy, Dixon. It has to be just like last time."

Finger fucking me with one hand, his other hand travels up my body until it settles against my throat. The light down here is minimum, but it shows me enough of his face to let me know that he's holding back because he isn't sure that this is what I want. I lay my hand over his on my neck and put pressure on it. I know he wants to squeeze, to see how far he can take this with me, and I'm wondering the same thing. The pressure on my neck when he finally flexes his fingers sends a rush of heat through my body. Closing my eyes, I let myself fall into that feeling of euphoria, forgetting for the time being that I'm married and my husband could find us at any time if he came looking.

Dixon's fingers hit spots inside of me that have me sitting on edge faster than I thought possible, and based on the look on his face, he knows it. The closer I get, the tighter his fingers grip my neck and the harder it gets to breathe. I know that should scare me but it doesn't. Dixon's eyes never leave mine and instead of being scared because it's hard to breathe, it's a turn on, and I trust him enough to know he will stop before things get too far.

My jaw quivers when he starts playing with my clit, and I moan when he loosens his grip for a second. He smiles down at me before adjusting his hand a bit and kisses me again. My fingers wrap around his wrist, holding onto him as he makes me feel things I never knew I could.

"Please," I beg when he pulls back and slides his hand down so he's barely putting pressure on my chest. I'm not even sure what I'm begging for, but I know I need more than what he's giving me right now. I slowly fill my lungs because I know the second these words come out of my mouth, there's no turning back. I also know that there’s no way I can walk away without knowing for sure. I need this. "Please fuck me, Dixon."

Dixon growls. Spinning me around, he pins my chest to the wall and drags his teeth across my earlobe.

"Say it again. I want to hear my name come out of your filthy mouth while you beg for my cock again."

As he waits for me to speak he drives his fingers back into me, pulling them out only long enough to press them against my asshole. I whimper. As much as I don't want to admit it, that's one more thing Dixon was right about that morning.

"Please fuck me, Dixon." I say again, this time with more force behind my words. His hand disappears from my ass and I feel the air rush against my skin when he shifts my skirt out of the way. He leans into me and his knuckles drag down my ass as he lowers the zipper on his jeans.

"That's it, Kennedy. I had to know you really wanted it to be me inside of you." Dixon's breath skims my cheek as he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance, and I clench in anticipation. "It really is such a shame that this perfect ass is still virgin territory, because I'd kill for a game of one, two, three with you."

"One, two, three?" I ask, forcing my question out instead of bucking back on his cock.

Gripping my chin, he pulls my face toward him and kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth quickly. "Yeah. Three holes, three ways to play." With a quick thrust of his hips he's in me, stealing my breath and ability to think. "I could fuck your mouth, which I'm dyin’ to do by the way. Then switch to your pussy until you scream, and then I'd fuck your ass until you can't think straight." Standing up straight, Dixon wraps my hair around his hand, pulling me back until my back is arched enough that I can see him and begins thrusting into me, slamming his hips against my ass. "The second way," he says without missing a beat or losing eye contact, "keeps your perfect lips wrapped around my cock while I eat your pussy and finger your ass. The third way involves my cock in your mouth again, but it involves a vibrator in your pussy while I tongue fuck your ass until you pass out from pleasure. Hell... maybe I'd fuck your ass with a toy at the same time too."

His words are my undoing and I cry out his name, completely forgetting there are people around that could hear me. The intensity of my orgasm catches me off guard and my knees buckle.

"Yeah," he laughs as his hips speed up even more. "I think you'd like havin’ both your pussy and ass fucked at the same time. I figured that would be the one to get you."