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Authors: Cat Mason,Katheryn Kiden

Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) (20 page)

Thrusting all the way into me, he grinds his hips against the end of the plug and my eyes roll back. “You never specified rules to this game, Sunshine, just that the game was on. From where I’m standing, I’m winning.”

I don’t say anything back because he starts moving and the only thing I can do is feel. His fingers dig into my hips as he moves us around, situating his legs on the outside of mine and squeezes them together so I can feel him rub the inside of my pussy even more. Sliding his hand up my spine, Dixon tangles his hand in my hair and pulls me back, arching my back until he can kiss me.

This is what I need. I need the ass slapping, forceful fucking that Dixon gives me. The sweet stuff that Gunnar gives me is good, but it just isn’t doing it for me anymore. Lately, the distance between Gunnar and I has removed all sweetness from our relationship and it hurts to think how things have changed between us so quickly. I like being out of control, completely open for whatever Dix has planned, helpless against what he’s going to do to me. I don’t want to have to cry and beg to get what I need. It’s obvious that I’m not a hard person to read when it comes to what I want, but seeing it and acting on it are two different things.

Pressing me flat into the mattress, Dixon pulls back, only to slam back into me, making me scream. He grabs my arms, pinning them against the bed by my hips. His legs tighten around mine and I’m not able to move anything except my head. For a few minutes he fucks me as hard as he can until he knows I’m on the edge of coming. Leaning back on my thighs as far as he can without letting his cock slip from inside of me, he moves my hands, pinning them against my back with one hand. He wiggles around for a second as he reaches for something that I can’t see.

Thrusting into me, my breath is suddenly ripped from my lungs when the side of what must be a paddle lands hard against my ass. Every muscle in my body tightens, my ass squeezes the plug, and my pussy grips Dixon’s cock harder than before, causing both of us to groan.

“Fuck,” I whimper. He does it again, humming when I cry out even louder. Each time he drives into me, the paddle lands in a different spot with the same dull thwack until my body fully locks up and I erupt. I never thought something so harsh could make me so hot, but it does. My ass burns and I bet it’s bright red at this point. Dropping the paddle to the bed, Dixon releases my hands and runs his fingers over my heated skin.

“Hell, I love seein’ you like this. My handprints are better but this made your ass this perfect shade of red all over.” His thumb runs over the head of the plug and I flinch. I didn’t realize until he touched it how sensitive and sore my ass is now. I try to cover the flinch by shifting my whole body, but he notices it anyway. “Relax, Sunshine, I’ll get that out so you can relax a bit. Not bad for the first time ever havin’ anything in your ass. We’ll keep workin’ on it ‘til I’m sure you can handle my cock.”

I groan as he spreads me open and gently pulls on the plug until it’s out. I almost sob when he does it and I’m not sure if it’s because my ass aches, or if it’s because I feel empty without it inside of me. The feeling has me confused. Dixon’s cock is still hard inside of me, not moving, and I begin to wonder if he’s waiting for me to tell him that I’m OK before he goes back to fucking me. He doesn’t. Instead he grabs my hips and pulls them into the air before rocking his hips into me again.

“Please don’t come,” I beg. “Please don’t come yet, Dixon.”

His fingers flex into my hips as he tries to hold back. “Don’t tease me, woman. Why do you want to keep me from gettin’ off?”

“I want to try what I attempted to on the truck.”

“Oh fuck…”

I don’t wait for him to answer, but I shuffle out from under him and push him back against the pillows. Settling between his thighs, I force him to spread them wider and raise his knees. I could almost cry knowing that Dixon is more open to trying new things with me than my husband, but I guess that’s why this situation works so well for us.

I trail my fingertips over his thighs, loving how they twitch and tighten as I do. When I finally reach his cock again, I wrap my fingers around it, using the same movements I was torturing him with earlier. Leaning forward I let my hair drift over his abs and flick my tongue over the tip before sucking the head of his cock into my mouth. The fingers on my free hand roll over his balls before teasing his ass and I relish in the sounds that he’s already making.

“I love havin’ you tease me and all, Sunshine, but I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep this shit up.” Wrapping my hair around his fist he pulls my head back. “Wet your finger, ease it in, and curve it just a bit.”

I begin to do what he told me to, but stop short just shy of my mouth with a better idea. Dixon’s eyes narrow as he watches me lower my hand and slip my fingers into my pussy without stopping myself from stroking his cock at the same time. I rock against my hand for a second before bringing my fingers in front of my face. Locking my eyes on his, I suck my index finger into my mouth since I won’t be using more than one finger for this.

“Oh fuck me. Son of a bitch,” he groans. The taste of myself explodes across my tongue and the look in his eyes tells me he’s trying hard to hold back from grabbing my hand and cleaning the rest of my fingers. “Woman, you’re fuckin’ killin’ me.”

Finally I give into my curiosity and press my middle finger against his ass, slipping it inside of him, and I tighten my grip on his cock at the same time. Dixon’s jaw clenches as he watches my hand drift up and down his shaft roughly, his fingers grip the sheets as he begins to thrust up against my hand. Locking my lips around the tip again, I suck hard, loving when the noises he is making get louder, echoing off the walls. Every movement he makes causes my finger to slide deeper before being pulled out.

Letting go of the sheets, he pushes my hair out of my face and holds it out of the way so he can watch what I’m doing. I never had this side of me feel this wanted, this appreciated, this free…

Holding my head still, his body jerks as he fills my mouth. I swallow quickly to keep any from spilling out, and lick him clean when I’m done. As soon as I’m satisfied, I pull my finger out and sit up. He grabs me under the arms and hauls me up the length of his lean body. Settling me on his chest, Dixon runs his fingers through my hair and I hold my breath, waiting for him to tell me that I should go before Gunnar starts calling again, but he doesn’t.

“How’s your ass feelin’?” he mumbles into the top of my head, letting his hands drift down my bare spine.

I’m silent for a second, thinking about how to word it so he knows that he didn’t hurt me. “Hot. Sore… fantastically used.”

His chest rumbles with laughter and he shifts me to the side of him so I’m lying on my stomach on the bed. He reaches into the nightstand, grabbing lotion, before sliding down beside me and slipping his arm under my head. The lotion bottle he grabbed gets opened and the contents squirt out onto my ass, making me tense up because it’s so cold against my burning skin.

I suck in a breath and groan. “What are you doing?”

“I’m tendin’ to your sore ass, Sunshine. If I hurt you somehow, I’m damn sure gonna fix it.” Spreading the lotion as he goes, he digs his fingers in, gently massaging every spot the paddle came in contact with. Closing my eyes, I relax for a minute until Dixon’s fingers run over my asshole. I gasp at the feeling and my eyes spring open, meeting a pair that are sparkling and filled with humor. “Just makin’ sure you’re still with me. You OK? Need anything?”

I move my head over enough so that I can rest it back on his chest and open my mouth without thinking. “I’m perfect,” I admit. “This is all I need right now.” As soon as I realize what I’m saying, I wait for Dixon to stiffen and tell me it’s time to go, but again it doesn’t happen.

I didn’t mean for the words to come out, but they’re the truth. I haven’t been this relaxed in a long time and after the past few nights with Gunnar, I need it. He doesn’t say anything at all but he tightens his arm around my shoulders and continues to rub the lotion in until it doesn’t feel like my ass is on fire anymore. It keeps me so relaxed that I close my eyes again and am out cold within a few minutes.

A little while later I wake up, completely confused about where I am until I realize I’m still in bed with Dixon. He’s moved so his forehead is pressed against mine with his fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. I’ve never seen him like this. It’s completely out of character and if anyone else saw it, it would ruin the asshole reputation he’s worked so hard for. Reaching behind me, I search for my phone, trying hard not to wake him up in the process. When I flick the screen on my eyes go straight for the time. It’s after midnight. I’m surprised more by the fact that my phone hasn’t been blowing up with calls from Gunnar looking for me or telling me he’s sending a search party out, than I am about the fact that I feel asleep with Dixon. Although, at the same time because of everything going on I’m not surprised he hasn’t called.

I shift slowly, trying not to wake Dixon up as I slide out of bed but it doesn’t work. Wrapping his legs around mine and tightening his arm around my back, he pulls me back into him. “Where are you goin’?” he mumbles into my hair, his voice husky with sleep.

“Have to go home before Gunnar starts wondering where I am.”

His chest rises and he sighs, almost like he’s disappointed, but he releases his hold on me. Sitting up, he grabs his discarded clothes off the floor and drags them back into place. Reaching his hand out for me, he helps me off the bed, fixes my skirt and leads the way down the stairs where he grabs my shirt off the ground, watching as I pull it over my head and slide into the car. When I wave goodbye and pull out of the driveway to head home I try to ignore the look on his face because I’m not sure if I’m imagining it or not. The disappointment in his eyes looks very similar to the disappointed feeling sinking deep inside of me.

 

 

Kicking my sandals off, I pull my feet up into the lawn chair and rest my head back. I close my eyes, letting the sun warm my skin. It won’t be long before our outside nights will be forced inside because the weather will be too cold to stay out here. Lynsey rambles on about something beside me but all I can think about is the fact that Dixon should be here soon. I know it is something I shouldn’t be thinking about at all since Gunnar is right next to me, but it’s the only thing on my mind. I need a replay of the other night like crazy and I’m constantly thinking up excuses to get away so I can go get it.

The rumble of the Dodge’s exhaust hits my ears when it pulls into the driveway, causing my body to heat and my heart to start beating faster. Both things that I know damn well shouldn’t be happening right now, but they are. The truck door slams and I have to force myself to stay in my seat instead of rushing to meet him like I want to.

“Dixon’s here,” Gunnar states as if it wasn’t obvious, you can hear his truck coming from half a mile away.

I nod, not bothering to open my eyes. “That’s nice.”

A few seconds later I hear the sliding door open and the guys start talking before the voices are cut off when they close the slider behind them.

“Oh shit,” Lynsey whispers.

“I guess it didn’t work out with the bouncy shampoo girl,” Mark laughs. “It’s a shame. I really liked her.”

I open my eyes, searching for what they’re talking about and make the mistake of looking into the house where the guys are and see it. A pair of way too tan and lean legs to be either one of the guys, wearing a pair of shorts that were probably made for a six year old. My heart drops, sinking into my stomach when Dixon’s hand settles on her lower back. The sudden urge to throw things, mainly at Dixon’s head, overcomes me and I have to rein myself back in before I do something stupid.

He’s not mine, he never has been, and I should have realized that long before now. The look of disappointment I thought I saw the other day was obviously a complete figment of my imagination. Lynsey’s hand grips mine and I swallow back the need to cry.

“You all right?”

“Never better,” I lie, forcing myself to smile. She opens her mouth but must think better of it. She knows that Mark doesn’t know and it needs to stay that way. Eyeing the chick as they step out the door, I look back at Lynsey and shrug. “I give it less than a week.”

The girl’s bleach blonde hair, straightened perfectly down to her oversized breasts, to her perfect six-inch heels scream at me. They scream that she’s the epitome of Dixon’s type. She’s everything that I’m not and I should have seen it coming so I wouldn’t feel like I was being slapped in the face when it did. However, when she throws her head back as Dixon leans down and whispers in her ear I want nothing more than to slap her.

“Hey, guys,” she waves, but Dixon doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even look me in the eye.

“Hey, Ava,” Mark says, smiling proudly at his name slip.

“Oh no, I’m Carli. Carli with an i.”

“My bad. Hey, Carli with an i, I’m Mark with an m.”

“Yeah, and I’m Lynsey with an IQ number bigger than my shoe size.”

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