The Dixon Brothers Trilogy: Hot Brits, Books 1-3

by Anna Durand

  "But---"

  She seals my lips with one finger. "You'll feel lots better when you stop fighting this attraction. Do I have to be blunt about it? Well okay, I will." She moves even closer, her breasts crushed against my chest and her lips skimming mine when she speaks. "Fuck me, Dane."

  Chapter Thirteen

  Rika

  I can't believe I said that. Fuck me, Dane. I've never spoken those words to any man, but I calmly told Dane Dixon that's what I want. Okay, yeah, it is what I want. I've craved this man since the day we met, but I'm not the kind of girl who asks a man to have sex with her in such bold, explicit terms. I really hope I haven't scared him because I want to sleep with him.

  And I don't care that it's afternoon and we won't fall asleep once we're done. I want Dane. Right here, right now, no more waiting. So what if our relationship is a sham? We can still have earth-shattering sex.

  What happens when an uptight man lets go? I've never been with anyone like Dane before, so I have no idea. But my gut tells me sex with him will be fantastic.

  "All right," he says with a sigh. "I'll do it."

  He sounds...resigned.

  Oh yeah, that's super sexy. Not.

  "What's wrong?" I ask.

  "I need to get---" He sighs again, shakes his head, and frowns. "One moment. Stay here."

  He pushes me off his lap and gets up, walking out of the library.

  Ohhhh-kay. What just happened? He agrees to having sex but says it like he's preparing for a root canal, then he leaves the room.

  Dane comes back a minute later holding a plastic grocery bag full of things I can't make out.

  "Everything okay?" I ask.

  He shrugs one shoulder and drops onto the sofa. Offering me the bag, he says, "This is what you want."

  I gingerly accept the bag, taking it by the plastic straps, and peer inside. It contains a selection of vibrators. "What is this?"

  "It's what you want."

  "You said that a second ago, but I still have no idea why you're giving me vibrators."

  "Because you want me to fuck you."

  For several seconds, I stare at him with my mouth open. Vibrators? I asked him to have sex with me. Why does he think I want toys? Something else is going on here, but I know I won't convince him to tell me what that is until after we get it on.

  I set the bag of toys on the table and crawl onto his lap again. "We can play with those later if you want, but I need you inside me, Dane, not your toys."

  He watches me, his eyes shifting this way and that like he's trying to determine if I'm telling the truth. "You mean that?"

  "Yes, I do." I let my entire body sag against him, my lips ghosting over his. "I don't care where we do it as long as we do it right now."

  He clasps the back of my head and kisses me. It's rough and hot and so damn good that I moan and rock my hips into him, desperate to have him inside me.

  Dane flips me onto my back, spread lengthwise across the sofa with my feet on his lap. He doesn't even bother unbuttoning his shirt. He tears it off over his head and flings it away. Then he gets rid of his pants and underwear, his socks too. On his knees, naked and aroused, he rakes his hooded gaze over me from head to toe.

  His steamy appraisal makes me so wet and achy for him that a tingle sweeps over my entire body. I'm about to get what I've wanted since day one. I bite down on my lip while I admire the view of him. Dane has muscles---oh yes, lots and lots of delicious muscles that I want to explore with my tongue---but the part of him that robs me of breath hangs between his hips. That beautiful, thick, long cock is hard and ready for action, its tip rosy and glistening.

  Oh yes, please, give me that.

  I've had his dick in my mouth, but I didn't get a good look at it earlier today. I'd been too obsessed with making him come to take the time to admire that gorgeous cock.

  Dane removes my socks and hooks his fingers inside the waistband of my leggings and my panties. He tugs both down to my ankles. "Think I'll leave you like this for now."

  The fact that he wants my ankles bound by my leggings, like he had earlier in his office, makes me even wetter. I have no idea what he plans to do to me, and I don't care.

  He crouches over me on his hands and knees. "Take off your shirt and bra."

  I get rid of them faster than I've ever stripped before. Yeah, I want him like crazy, remember? I've wanted him for what feels like forever, though it's only been a few weeks. Lying naked under him with that beautiful hard-on dangling between our bodies, I'm so damn ready for this.

  "Bend your knees," he commands.

  And I do it. Bending my knees forces me to spread my thighs. With my ankles caught in my own clothes, I can't wrap my legs around his hips the way I want to, but it doesn't matter. Any second, he'll take me. He'll fuck me. He'll do whatever the hell he wants to do to me, and I'll love it.

  He freezes, not even blinking. "Bollocks."

  "What's wrong?"

  "Condom. I didn't---we need---I, ah, don't, um, have---"

  "My pants pocket."

  His brows squish together. "What?"

  "Check my pants pocket." I've kept a condom on hand ever since I met Dane. Eternally hopeful, that's me.

  He fumbles with my leggings, since they're lumped around my ankles, and finally extracts the item we both want.

  A condom packet.

  Dane looks so adorably relieved and gets the condom on in a matter of seconds.

  Then he's over me again, his hands at either side of my head, his gaze locked on mine. He thrusts into me, consuming my body with one long, slow, sensuous stroke that makes me gasp and arch my back. Oh God, this feels even better than I'd imagined all those times when I fantasized about Dane fucking me while I got off with a vibrator. He's so firm and hot, and when he's buried himself as deep as he can go, he pauses there so we can both revel in the sensations of our bodies joined at last.

  He kisses me tenderly, then he dips his head to latch on to my nipple, loving it with his lips and his tongue until I'm squirming and clutching his head. The heat of his intimate kiss robs me of breath. I grasp his biceps, gazing into his blue eyes and letting them lure me down into a warm pool of liquid desire.

  Releasing my nipple, he begins to move, pulling his hips back and lunging them forward in a powerful rhythm, and I abandon myself to the moment. Since I can't grip him with my legs, I grip his arms even harder and let him do whatever he wants. My sex gets even slicker and molds to his length, creating a wet sucking sound with every thrust. He hisses in a breath every time he pulls out, until only the head of his cock brushes my entrance, then the air gusts out of his lungs when he plunges inside me again, over and over and over.

  "Oh yes, Dane, yes," I gasp. "You feel so good, so incredible, don't ever stop."

  He lowers onto his elbows, dropping his head to my shoulder.

  And he keeps going. Every lush stroke ramps up my need, and I sling my arms around him, determined to hang on to him until the very end. But I never want this to end. I need him filling me up forever, so I'll never stop experiencing the sensations he evokes in me with every little movement. When he shoves a hand under my ass and lifts it, his strokes become slower, more sensual, though he's driving even deeper into my body.

  "Rika," he groans into my ear. "I need you, Rika."

  "I'm here." I turn my head just enough that my lips touch his ear. "I'm not going anywhere. Please, Dane, please don't ever stop."

  He groans, and the sound is so husky, so intense, that my clit throbs. "Have to---ah. Can't wait---"

  "Then don't wait. Do it now, please, make us both come."

  Dane slips his fingers between our bodies to separate my folds, and suddenly, I feel him even more with every stroke. He rubs that aching bud, the one that makes me writhe and cry out, and he keeps rubbing until every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation of the release I feel coming, like a train barreling straight toward a cliff, faster and faster every
second, about to plummet over the edge.

  At the instant I go off, he hoists himself up on his straight arms and punches into me so hard and so deep that I come even more fiercely, my body clenching his length in rolling waves of pleasure. While my nails sink into his flesh, I scream his name and squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the power of my climax, and I feel him come apart inside me.

  "Rika!"

  His hoarse shout echoes in the library.

  I peel my lids open, still gasping for breath.

  Dane is crouching over me, though his arms are shaking like he's too exhausted to hold himself up anymore but doesn't want to crush me with his body.

  "Lay yourself on top of me," I say. "I want to feel you all over me. Please."

  His brows do that squishing-up thing again, but after a couple seconds, he lowers his body onto mine.

  The weight and heat of him feels heavenly.

  With his head on my chest, he caresses my arm with his fingertips.

  I comb my fingers through his hair. "That was so unbelievably spectacular. You are one incredible lover, Dane Dixon."

  He tenses up, like I've told him something bad instead of paying him an awesome compliment.

  "What's wrong?" I ask. "Most guys would love to be told they're fantastic lovers."

  "It's, ah..." He lifts his head, searching my gaze. "You mean that, don't you?"

  "That you were incredible? Hell yes, I mean it." I run my fingers over his lips. "Why does that surprise you?"

  "I've, uh, been taken---been told---" He buries his face between my breasts and groans miserably. When he looks at me again, he's got the cutest befuddled expression on his face. "You really liked being with me?"

  "No, Dane, I loved it."

  He pushes up off me and sits back on his heels near my feet. "You're the only woman who has ever told me I'm spectacular and incredible. The others had...less-kind words for how sex with me made them feel."

  I sit up and get rid of my leggings and panties, then I scoot closer to him. "What do these other women tell you?"

  "Why can't you be as exciting as your toys. That's what they say."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dane

  I slump into the corner of the sofa, my legs hanging off the edge, while I watch Rika and wait for her to say she agrees with the idea that I'm not as exciting as a vibrator. She already said she loved being with me. The way she came, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and her expression evinced wonder and joy and total satisfaction. She loved it. So why am I still convinced she'll change her mind?

  Rika climbs onto my lap again, her hands resting on my thighs. "About these incredibly stupid women you've been with..."

  "They weren't stupid. I failed to live up to their expectations, and that's my fault."

  "Bullshit." She shakes her head. "After what we just did, how can you still believe you suck at sex? Those brain-dead twerps are obnoxious, rude, and completely wrong for you."

  Nothing with Rika feels wrong, despite the fact I keep insisting we're not really dating. Our fake relationship feels more real than anything I've had with other women, even the ones who didn't tell me I'm not as exciting as a sex toy.

  "Maybe you're right," I say, "but I can't get over being uptight because we had one fantastic shag."

  "No, it'll take lots and lots of shags." She clasps my hands to her breasts. "You need to do me several more times. And we should order a big dinner with dessert, because we are going to be burning some serious calories."

  This woman wants me---again and again and again.

  And fuck, I want her too. All day, all night, for the rest of the week, the month, the year.

  Can we have sex nonstop for an entire year? If we take the occasional break to eat...who knows?

  Rika grins.

  "What's so funny?" I ask.

  "It's not funny. It's a miracle." She cradles my face in her palms. "You're smiling, Dane."

  "Am I?" I touch the corners of my mouth like I'm checking for a smile. "Look at that. I am smiling. Let's order champagne to toast the occasion."

  Her grin gets even wider and brighter. "I knew you had a sense of humor underneath that uptight shell."

  "You knew because my brothers told you."

  "No, I knew because I saw through that shell."

  Her words send a chill through me. She saw through me? For a moment, the idea makes me uneasy---until I realize it's not a bad thing. Rika is getting to know me. Maybe she understood me, at least a little bit, from the start. No other woman bothered to do that.

  The chill gives way to a gentle warmth as I look into her eyes and tell her something I thought I'd never admit to anyone. "I don't have a problem getting dates, but everything after that point has always been...troublesome."

  "In what way?"

  "Women are usually disappointed in me, either because being a mechanical engineer is too boring for them or because I'm not as exciting as the devices I design."

  She slides off my lap to sit beside me, her head on my chest.

  I hold her close and tell her the rest. "Women don't want to hear about mechanical engineering. But what else can I talk about? It's my job, my life. If I don't say anything about that, all I have left to talk about is my family. Women don't like to hear me banging on about that either. Over the last couple of years, since my company became somewhat successful, women only want to talk about my devices."

  "And then these moronic women decide they like your toys but not you."

  "Yes. The problem will only get worse once the company re-launches as a branch of Bonsoir."

  "Why do you think it will get worse?"

  I sit forward, my elbows on my knees, while I remember the past six months. "It's already gotten worse. Every woman I've tried to date since I signed the Bonsoir contract only wants my sex toys, not me. I can't have a real relationship."

  "Of course you can."

  "You don't understand---"

  "I get that you're convinced it's true, but that's a big old armful of hooey." She scoots forward to sit beside me, laying her head on my shoulder. "You already have a real relationship."

  "Have you not been paying attention? The only woman I've been with is you, and that's all for show."

  "Yeah, I know." She straightens and clears her throat. "Our relationship is not fake. Maybe we both convinced ourselves it was, but it's not. I am your girlfriend, Dane. For real."

  I glance at her, unable to form any words in response. My girlfriend? Rika? I've kept telling her it's fake, that I don't have time for more, that this is strictly for publicity. Except I haven't taken her out in public more than twice. I've treated her like an employee, not a lover. Haven't I?

  We had a romantic dinner at a posh restaurant. We gave each other mind-blowing climaxes in my office. I've kissed her, even when no one else was there to see it. I got jealous when a waiter spoke to her in French and when Eddie Masters put his hands on her. We hardly know each other, but maybe...

  Maybe I do want more with her. More than a farce. Maybe I want her, full stop---as my lover and my girlfriend.

  "I want to have a genuine relationship with you, Rika," I hear myself saying. "But I couldn't stand it if one day you tell me I'm not as exciting as my sex toys."

  She slides off the sofa to kneel on the floor between my legs. "I would never say that. First of all, I haven't used any of your toys. Second, there is no way on earth any mechanical device could do better than you. The way you made me come, on this sofa and in your office, those were the best sexual experiences I've ever had." She taps her finger on my chest. "And you did that, not your devices."

  "Yes, but---"

  "No, Dane. You do not get to downplay what we've done together. It's real." She takes my face in her hands again. "I want you, not your devices. To prove I mean that, I'm ordering you to fuck me repeatedly until you believe it."

  I laugh, and I can't remember the last time I did tha
t. "You're ordering me to fuck you? Again? I can honestly say that has never happened to me once before today, much less twice." I smirk when I add, "Well, Reese did tell me the cure for my problems is to have you shag my brains out."

  "Reese is a smart man." She unfurls her voluptuous body, which places her groin directly in front of my face, and offers me her hand. "Come on, let's get naughty everywhere in this suite. It's got, like, a hundred rooms. By the time we're done, you won't worry about which I prefer---you or your devices. You'll know the answer for sure."

  "The answer will be me."

  "You got it."

  I stand up and look straight into her eyes. "You are my girlfriend, Rika. There's nothing fake about us."

  She smiles and kisses me. "I knew that already, but I'm glad you said it."

  And I let her lead me off to another room, then another, and another. We do everything two people can do together with only their bodies and various pieces of furniture. Rika and I don't need toys. She's the most inventive woman I've ever been with, and I discover I can be awfully inventive too when I have her body as my inspiration.

  And yes, Rika shags my brains out.

  It feels bloody incredible.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rika

  I spend the next several weeks watching Dane Dixon open up and bloom like a big, sexy flower. Maybe that's not the best metaphor, but the facts are irrefutable. Dane still gets stressed out sometimes, but he lets himself relax and enjoy life too. Every time we go out on a date, he smiles and tells jokes that make us both laugh.

  Sure, we're doing this for publicity. And yeah, the occasional photo of us shows up on social media or in the society section of a newspaper. When someone on social media names him The Dirty Dixon, my boyfriend seems uncomfortable with the title, but he quickly decides to roll with it. Chance and Reese get mentions too, but only as The Dirty Dixon's brothers. Their names are rarely mentioned.