by Amy Davies
“Home? With you? You have to be flipping kidding me. I am staying here, Dex. This is my home, this -“ I cut her off with a sharp reply.
“No. You belong at home with me, not here. You belong in my house, with our daughter, so do not throw that shit at me. Now, I will give you some time to let all this sink in, but believe me when I say this, Ads, you are coming home to me. I want to wake up with you next to me every morning and I want to go to sleep each night, wrapped up in you. So deal with it.” I wink at her. Her eyes go from pissed to downright murderous when I finish.
“Like fuck am I moving in with you -” My movements stop her angry words from piercing the air. I step up to her and cup her face in my large hands. Her body sags a little, loving the feel of our skin to skin contact. I stare into her eyes and let her look into my soul. Music plays from the TV and we both chuckle. The Chainsmokers, featuring Halsey’s ‘Closer’ plays through the TV speakers. The song is perfect for us.
“Baby, I love you and I love this baby. Seeing you in that hotel bar was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.” That night was the best thing that had happened to me in a while. Jay told me we were meeting a new girl who he wanted to work at Castle Ink. It turned out to be Addy.
“You know that was a setup, right? Jay asked me to meet him there.” I nod my head. I smile at her and lean in, running my nose along her perfect jaw-line.
“I didn’t know at the time, but Jay told me a few days later. I hadn’t seen you in a while, Ads, and you looked sexy as fuck sitting on that bar stool. That black dress hugging this,” I say, and lower my hands to grip her tight arse in my hands. “The fuck me heels you were wearing. Damn, babe. Every man in that room was eyeing you. But you ignored them all, because you know that you only have eyes for me. So how soon can you pack up and move back home with me?” I ask her. I look in her the eyes, making sure she can clearly see how serious I am about this. I can’t be away from them any longer. I need to see her belly grow with my kid. I need to be there for any and all midnight cravings. That is, if she has any. Not that it would bother me; I would do anything for her.
The boys are right, Fiona would be turning in her grave from the way I have been acting, but no more. I plan on doing her proud. I know that we didn’t have any kids, but we wanted them. She would want me to take care and love Addy and our baby, and that is what I plan to do; even if it means pissing Addy off.
“Dex, I can’t just pack up and leave.”
“Why not?” I ask, leaning back just a fraction, so I can see her eyes better. But Addy takes that option away from me. She wraps her arms around me and drops her head to my chest. I kiss the top of her head and breathe in her scent.
This is what I live for, having Addison Cole in my arms. Let’s just hope she stays there.
I breathe in Dex’s manly scent. He always wore Hugo Boss, he never changed it up over the years. He would always smell woodsy to me. I loved it. One year I bought him a bottle and he just laughed at me when he opened it, saying that Fiona had told me which one he liked. That broke my heart a little; him thinking that I didn't know him.
“I live here now. I have a job. I have friends here, Dex. I think we need to chill for a bit. Slow this down.” I know he won't listen to me; this is where we see the alpha Dex. What Dex wants, Dex gets. It has always been the same way with him, and the way with Jay. Dex had to take care of Jay when they were younger and he worked his arse off to give him the things he needed.
“Not gonna happen. You live in Bell Harbour with me. You have a job at Castle Ink with me. You have friends back home with me. Need I say anymore?” Damn him. I lift my hands and place them on his chest. I love the feel of his hard muscle beneath my hands; I can feel the heat pulsing off him. I slowly run my thumb over his right nipple, feeling the bar he has there. The bar that I put there. We pierced each others nipples, years ago. It was a very sensual time, but Dex being Dex, held back and left me cold after the job was done.
“You keep doing that, and I am going to need to be buried deep inside that pussy of mine,” Dex grinds out. He sounds sexy as hell when he speaks like this.
“Your pussy? I believe it is attached to my body, pal.” But I don’t stop the moving of my thumb over his nipple. It hardens underneath my touch and I smirk up at him. But my plan backfires when Dex raises his hands and he cups my boobs, running his thumbs over my hyper sensitive nipples. Damn these pregnancy hormones. “Ohhh,” I moan.
“You like that, babe?” I nod my head, my arousal taking my ability to talk away. “Good. How about we move this to the bedroom? I haven’t tasted you in ages and I need to feel that tight little pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.”
“Get used to the tightness, boyo, because when your daughter comes into the world via that…” I angle my head down towards my pussy. “It is gonna be like sticking your dick into a mine shaft,” I jest. Dex throws his head back and laughs at me. I smile at the action; I have always loved his deep laugh.
He takes a deep breath and leans his head forward, laying a gentle kiss on my lips. Pulling his head back to see me, I lick my lips, savouring the taste of him there. That makes him growl and slam his mouth onto my mine, fusing us together. My gasp allows him to dip his tongue into my mouth and taste me the way he said he wants to, even though I know he didn’t actually mean taste my mouth. Dex slants his head, deepening the kiss and I take full advantage of the feeling. I have been crazy fucking horny. His hand squeezes my boobs and I throw my head back from the pleasure it gives me.
“Baby… bedroom. Now,” he demands. We have gone from naught to sixty in no time at all. I swear this man controls my sexual buttons. Damn him. I tend to lose myself around Dexter Castle, I always have, even from a young age and at times, looking back, I think he used that to his advantage. Dex steps back and I take a hold of his hand, leading him towards my bedroom. We walk in utter silence until Dex pulls me to a stop. I turn around and see him staring at the photos I have on the wall. I move my gaze from Dex’s face to the wall. The emotion clogs my throat as I watch him take in the photos. There are photos of all of us; Fiona included. Even though she had Dex, she was still a friend and never, not once, was a bitch to me. I could never hate her. She made Dex happy.
“Why?” he whispers, frowning at the photos.
“Family. Simple. We were a crew. Even though I love you, Dex, she loved you and held your heart. I couldn’t fault her for that.” He takes his eyes off the photos and looks at me. The pain is clear to me and my lip trembles. This just ruined our moment and I can’t even be pissed at him. His gaze drops to my baby bump and a small smile crosses his gorgeous face. I try to smile at him but the fear of him rejecting me again is just below the surface. Dex steps away from the photos and lays both of his hands on my belly, framing the baby bump in his big hands.
“She is our future. She will add to our crew, so will Liam and Penny’s baby. We may have lost Fi in body, but she is here in spirit. She always loved you Ads, always. I think deep down she knew the feelings that we both tried to bury. She never came outright and said it, but I saw the little smiles she would give me when you were around us.” He takes a deep breath and steps even closer to me, so that his stomach is pressed against the baby. “I really think she would be happy with this outcome.”
“Really?” I have to ask, it is killing me. I want to move forward with Dex, but I can’t do that with Fiona’s ghost between us.
“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’. I smile at him.
“I will love you the way she did, Dex, I promise,” I declare. Dex shakes his head at me.
“No, babe. You will love me your way and your way only. They are two different kinds of love. Two loves that I have been lucky enough to have in my heart.”
Well holy flipping shit.
You could honestly knock me down with a feather. His words hit their mark, their target: My heart.
Dexter fucking Castle just melted the last piece of ice I had wrapped around my heart. He one
hundred percent just fixed me. My heart is going freaking crazy in my chest, my breathing becoming erratic. Dex's gaze lowers before he arches an eyebrow at me. I frown and look down and snort. Yes, I snorted. My nipples are trying their damnedest to break through my shirt and my boobs are rising and falling fast with my heavy, horny breathing. Damn his fucking heartfelt words.
“Perv. My room is this way. If you still want to?” I quirk a brow at him and he just smirks at me.
“Yeah, I want, babe. Lead the way.” I turn around and walk away from him and towards the room, before letting out a very un-sexy yelp.
“Ouch, you fucker!” Dex slapped my arse; hard I might add.
“Serves you right for swaying it all sexy like in my face, babe.”
“Whatever,” I mutter and walk into my room. I love my bedroom. I have a queen size bed with grey and red bedding on. Candles are spread over nearly all available surfaces; my dark wood bedside tables, matching dresser, the three shelves on the adjacent wall to my bed and even on the windowsill. I love candles, what can I say. I have two canvases on the wall; one is of a Skull Candy skull and one says ‘Be Brave. Be Bold. Be Awesome.’ An old client got it for me when he saw I was having a shitty day at Castle Ink. And yes, you guessed it; it was because of the sexy bastard standing by the door of my bedroom. The grey curtains hang but they are never closed; I have blinds that I use, that look like real wood.
“Typical you,” Dex says from the doorway.
“It is,” I reply, placing my hand on top of my bump. It is a habit now. Dex’s eyes follow the movement and he closes the gap between us. “Dex,” I say. He places his arm under my knees and one behind my back. He lifts me and I squeal. I fucking squeal; like a fucking girly-girl. He chuckles and lays me on the bed and climbs over me, being very careful of my bump. I smile at him, loving how gentle he is being. Dex is a rough bloke; Alpha, demanding. His strong arms brace his body over mine, his muscles bulging beside my head.
“I’m going to make love to you, Addison Cole. We have shagged in the past but now, now we make love. I need to show you how much you mean to me.” He leans in and takes my mouth in a kiss that ends all kisses. His tongue tastes mine, enjoying the flavour. He moans when I reach up and grip his tight arse in my hands, effectively pulling his erection into my heated core.
“I need you, Dex,” I pant out. Dex pulls back and sits back on his knees.
“You have me, baby,” he states, gripping the back of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. His tattoos cover both of his arms. His chest tattoo spans from shoulder to shoulder, it can be seen peeking out from the top of his shirts. Unless he is wearing a v-neck, then it is clearly visible. He winks at me when our eyes finally meet.
“Like what you see, baby?”
“Eh, I’ve seen better.” I wink at him.
“Better my arse,” he chuckles. I watch as he climbs from the bed and takes off his jeans and boxers.
“Now, that I like.” I wink and laugh at his face. He looks shocked that I just said that. Neither of us are prudes, so I have no clue why he looks shocked.
“Damn, way to make a man feel wanted.” He mock pouts and covers his dick with both hands. Yes he needs both hands. I ungracefully get to my knees and make my way towards the edge of the bed. I start to slowly undo the buttons on my shirt as Dex rakes his gaze over me. He watches as each button pops open. I watch as his eyes fill with heat and he licks his lips. At the last button I pull the shirt over my body, leaving me in my knickers and bra. Which reminds me that I need new ones; these are getting too small for me. Baby boobs.
“Damn, you are one sexy chick, Ads. Come here, babe.” I inch forward, making sure that I don’t fall off the edge of the bed. His arms go around and unclasp my bra strap, like a pro.
“Someone has had plenty of practise in that department,” I say with a chuckle, but inside my stomach is churning at the amount of women Dex has been with since Fiona died. He used to flaunt them in front of me all the time. He knew how much he was hurting me but being the dick that he is, he ignored my feelings.
“Stop overthinking. There is only me and you here, no one else,” he states. I nod my head and lean in and kiss the shit out of him. I run my hands up over his bare arms and around to his shoulders, holding him to me. Dex has the whole arm porn thing going on, it has been one of the things that I find most sexy about him, well that and his smile. Dex runs his hands all over my body, cupping my arse and tugging me closer, well as close as I can get with the baby bump between us. Dex breaks the kiss and laughs.
“She is cock blocking me already I see.” he motions down to my belly.
“I am only going to get bigger, babe.”
“A lot sexier. I swear I am going to keep you barefoot and pregnant all the fucking time.” He winks at me. I pull all the way back and look at him. Is he fucking serious? He looks serious.
Well fuck a duck.
“Funny,” I laugh.
“Do you see me laughing?” he asks.
“No. But I don’t see us having another baby anytime soon. I want to enjoy this one first.”
“We’ll see, babe.” He winks again.
“Fuck off with the winking. It isn’t going to get you what you want,” I tell him, and I bloody mean it. I want to enjoy this baby before I get pregnant and I have to share my attention. Plenty of parents like to have their children close together, and there is nothing wrong with that, but I want a few years between my kids.
“Baby, I always get what I want. Now lay back. I need to taste you.” Well, what girl can say no to that? Not this one that’s for sure. I lay back, still only wearing my knickers. I lay in the middle of the bed and watch Dex as he climbs onto the bed and settles on his stomach, between my legs. Thank the lord to high heavens that I had my wax last week. I go up onto my elbows and try to see what Dex is doing. Okay, I know what he is doing but I still want to see.
I hear him take a deep breath and groan. “Fuck, you smell so damn good,” he says, kissing the inside of my thigh.
“Thank you for telling me that my vagina smells good. I had always wondered what I smelt like.” I wink down at him.
“Witch.” I giggle. Giggle? Where the frick did that come from? Dex lowers his head again and I feel him run his nose over my kickers. That slight pressure causes me to release a small moan. His head shoots up, a wicked look on his face. He bounces his eyebrows at me and slides one finger under my knickers moving them to the side so he can gain better access to my pussy.
“This pregnancy is making you super sensitive, huh?”
“Yes. I need to feel you, Dex,” I tell him, sounding breathy. He adjusts his position and grips the sides of my knickers.
“Up,” he instructs me. I lift my hips and he drags my knickers down my legs, dropping them over the edge of the bed. He lowers his head with no hesitation and lays a kiss to my swollen clit. It pulses against his lips. He runs his tongue from my clit down to my opening, swirling his tongue around, tasting me. “Fucking sweet. I need more,” he breathes on my wet pussy lips.
“Dex,” I pant.
“I got you, baby. I got you. Just feel. Feel my wet tongue tasting you. Your clit throbbing in my mouth.” My panting fills the room. My body fills with electric currents, running through every nerve ending. Sweat beads across my body. I feel Dex grip my thighs, holding them open as I try to crush his head with them.
“Dex, I’m going to come.” He gives one last bite on my clit and my orgasm rips through me. My body lights with the lustful fire. I barely feel Dex climbing up my body and thrust into me.
“Ahhhhh, Dex. Fuck,” I cry out. He doesn’t let up as another orgasm hits me. His cock slams into me over and over again. Filling me to the hilt.
“Again, Ads. Come again, baby. Fucking hell you feel amazing. Best ever. Shit, I’m gonna come. It has been so long since I felt you wrapped around my cock. Shit.” Two more thrusts and Dex is coming inside of me, filling me up. Our heavy breathing is the only sound I can hear. Dex falls
to the side of me, keeping his arm draped over my body, holding me to him.
“I’ve missed you, babe. Come home with me,” he whispers against my ear, not in a question form.
“Okay, honey,” I breathe, feeling too blissed out to fight with him.
“Love you, Ads.”
Today is the day we get to see our baby girl again. I am picking Addy up and we are driving to the hospital together. Even though she agreed to move back home with me that night, it has been two weeks and Addy being Addy, is stalling. But I will get my way; I always do. Driving to pick up my girl I listen to music, praying like hell that it calms me down. I didn’t sleep much last night, the nerves making it impossible to settle down enough to fall asleep. Me: Dex Castle, nervous about seeing my baby on the screen again. The idea of becoming a father has settled in now and I am excited to meet our daughter.
Red Hot Chili Peppers song ‘Californication’ plays through the radio. The music soaks into my body, calming me. I love these guys, their music is shit hot. I have very similar tastes in music as Addy, but she also likes some random bands. I stop at a red light and take a glance at the shopping bag that is sitting in the passenger seat. I went shopping yesterday and saw the t-shirt and knew that I had to get it for Addy. It is perfect. The light turns to green and I turn into the road that leads to Addy’s place.
I park outside the tattoo studio that Addy has been working in. They look pretty busy from what I can see. I see Addy sitting down on a stool behind the reception desk talking to a pretty redhead. I’m glad that she is staying off her feet as much as possible, she needs to rest. She explained to me what the Doctors told her at the hospital, and I agree with them, she needs to cut down on her working hours. But she told me that Mike and his wife are very strict with her and don’t let her work much anyway, they are like surrogate parents to her. I can see that she cares for them by the way her beautiful face lights up when she talks about them.