Wicked Dix (Hard Love Romance #2)

by Monica James

  Reaching for two glasses, I pour us both a decent amount. I have a feeling we’ll need it.

  While waiting, she stands awkwardly in the middle of the living room, her face turned downward. Great, she can’t even bear the sight of me. With that thought in mind, I toss back my drink and pour myself another.

  I place her scotch on the coffee table before taking a seat on the sofa, indicating I’m listening. She reaches for the glass and guzzles it down in one gulp. Her repulsed face reveals the drink was simply for courage.

  Leaning back, I cross my ankle over my knee, tapping my finger against the side of the glass, waiting for her to speak. The suspense is killing me, and I don’t know how much longer I can last without exploding and demanding what she wants.

  “I did it,” she finally confesses in a mere whisper.

  “Did what?”

  “I told them,” she replies, her long hair covering her downturned face.

  She doesn’t need to clarify who she’s referring to. It appears both Madison and I needed the purge. “How’d it go?”

  She shrugs, picking at her red nail polish. “Better than I thought it would.”

  I breathe out a sigh of relief. “I’m most pleased.” I won’t force her to tell me what happened. This isn’t why she’s here.

  “I wanted to thank you for believing in me. If I had told them earlier, things might have been different between us.”

  I hate that she won’t look at me. It’s almost more than I can bear. But I understand her distance because confessing this to me is reopening up a part she has almost certainly tried to seal shut.

  “It’s okay, Madison. There’s no need to thank me. I’ve always believed in you. I still do.”

  She sighs, her hands trembling as she brushes back her hair. I memorize her face because I know what she’s about to do. “I finally feel…free. But there is one thing still weighing me down. And I think it always will, but I have to try and let go because if I don’t, I can’t move on.”

  When she toys with my mother’s pendant around her neck, I sit up tall, my heart thrashing about inside. Don’t do this, angelo.

  “Madison…”

  But the words get caught in my throat when she looks up and meets my eyes. I can see it. It’s finality. “There’s one more thing I have to do to let go of the past.”

  Swallowing hard, I place my glass onto the table and stand with poise. “And what’s that?” She blinks, her chest rising and falling in quick succession.

  The air is soaked with a heavy current, but I don’t move because this is her show. Her lips part as the sound of her breathy exhalations fills the air. Still, I remain motionless.

  “Tell me,” I demand, my gaze never wavering from hers. My dick begins to stir because I can smell it. I can smell her.

  With shaky fingers, she lifts her sundress over her head, kicks off her boots, and stands before me in nothing but her underwear. “You,” she finally reveals. When she reaches behind and unhooks her bra, I know she means that in every literal sense there is.

  My body weeps when she drops the bra by her feet. She is magnificent. But when she attempts to shyly cover her breasts, I chastise her. If we’re doing this, then there’s no holding back.

  “Don’t deny me that. If you want this, you take all of me.” She understands and drops her hands by her side.

  I take a minute to appreciate her entirety. She really is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. All women will pale in comparison to her and the way she makes me feel. But I can deal with my grief later because now, I just want to come.

  I unfasten my tie, wrapping the length around my palm as I watch in longing as she presses her thighs together. The small triangular cloth between her legs is becoming an eyesore and I point to it, indicating I want it off.

  She flushes, but hooks her thumbs into the waistband and draws the material down her legs. She kicks them to the side and then stands before me, totally bare. I need a minute.

  Her pussy glistens, the circumstances already making her wet, and her perfect tits look flushed and heavy. My mouth waters, not knowing where to start.

  “Dixon,” she whimpers, the delicious sound of the rubbing of her thighs encouraging me further.

  I don’t speak; I simply saunter over, stopping only when we’re inches apart. She opens her mouth, but I hush her as I push her lightly and she falls onto the settee. She looks up at me, eyes innocent and mouth parted wide. The image gives me an idea.

  With my tie still in hand, I gently brush the hair from her brow, while she mewls and leans into my touch. I’m thrilled she’s still affected by my presence because the moment I feel her soft skin, my cock stands to attention, demanding out.

  Gently securing her chin between my thumb and pointer, I draw down her plump bottom lip with my thumb. I’d give anything to kiss this mouth, and I will. But first, I have something else in mind.

  I know I have no right, but I want her to know that I would never hurt her. “Trust me.”

  Before she has time to object, I slip my tie over her head and fasten it securely over her eyes. She gasps, her hands darting up to her face. But I pull the ends, tightening it even further.

  The image of her blindfolded, her naked, silky skin contrasting with the red velvet sofa is a sight I’ll never forget. “You’re extraordinary.”

  She sits silently, her heavy breaths mingling with mine. Her harsh exhalations push out her bountiful tits and I can’t wait a second longer. Running the backs of my fingers down her cheek, I trace down the slope of her neck and caress over her sternum softly. I’m so happy she’s still wearing my gift and I toy with the pendant hanging between her breasts with pride. Her skin breaks out in tiny goose bumps and her nipples instantly harden. I’ve missed this so much.

  Bending forward, I capture a taut bud in my mouth and suck, tonguing the heavy weight of her breast leisurely. She leans back on her palms, thrusting more of herself into my mouth, whimpering and moaning loudly.

  I begin to paw her other boob, flicking my thumb over her nipple and tracing around her areola. She moans and opens her legs wide. My gaze drops to her bare, pink folds, and I almost come when I think about sheathing myself deep within.

  She catches me by surprise when she reaches around with one hand and fumbles blindly over my belt buckle. Before I can protest, she flicks open the clasp and hastily unfastens my button and fly. With frantic fingers, she thrusts her hand down the front of my pants, feeling my feverish hard-on. I hum in unadulterated pleasure, my dick having missed her exquisite touch more than I thought possible.

  “I want to—” She pants and cries out when I lash at her nipple with my tongue. “To go down on you,” she breathlessly finishes.

  She propels forward and pushes me away so she can pull down my pants and free my confined cock. With cautious hands, she searches for my erection, but she doesn’t have far to go. The moment she wraps her hand around my shaft, I howl, unable to mask my pleasure.

  Just as she lowers her head, however, I place my hand over hers, stilling her from moving an inch. She looks up at me and, even though she’s blindfolded, I know she’s silently asking why I stopped. To answer her question, I scoop her up and we trade positions. She’s left standing nervously, at my complete mercy, and if possible, my dick gets even harder. Unable to wait, I quickly undress.

  I reach for her hand and thread my fingers through hers. “Get on,” I command.

  She licks her lips before stepping forward and attempting to climb on. But I squeeze her hand. “No, the other way.” She appears confused but a second later, her skin turns a lovely shade of pink.

  I lie down, using the armrest as my cushion, and with our fingers still entwined, I help guide her so she’s straddling me backwards. As I place my hand between her shoulder blades, she lowers her head while shuffling backwards, giving me the best view in the world. Her perfect heart-shaped ass sits inches from my mouth and as she positions herself, I raise my neck and take her burning pussy into
my mouth.

  She cries out and instantly drops down, deep-throating my cock in one steady motion. The sensation has me burying my face deeper into her folds as she rocks backwards, fucking my face with a fierce momentum. Her head bobs up and down madly and before long we find a harmonious rhythm, a perfect tempo to match the other’s pace.

  I lock my hands to her hips, encouraging her to ride me faster as I thrust her backwards over and over again. She screams out around me, the vibrations running all the way to my balls. I fuck her with my mouth and tongue, never giving her a second of reprieve. Her clit feels inflamed and I know it won’t be long until she’s crying out her release.

  With one hand, I reach underneath her body and toy with her bouncing tits, rolling her nipple between my fingers while thrashing my face from side to side. Her entire form constricts and just like I predicted, she pulls away and screams out her orgasm in a howl of relief.

  Her body convulses around my tongue and I continue eating her out until she’s squirming and begging me to stop. I do after a minute, my body missing her warmth the second she moves away. When she carefully climbs off, I try not to weep because that was over a lot faster than I had hoped. But when she attempts to slide the blindfold from her eyes, I jump up and stop her.

  “W-what are you doing?” she pants, her body lax and supple. I squeeze her wrist gently, not wanting to confess my thoughts. “Tell me.”

  Nothing good ever came from hiding the truth, so I pitifully confess, “Leave it on. This way, you can pretend it’s anyone but me.”

  Her face falls and her lips dip into a tight frown. I don’t understand her reaction. Isn’t that what she wanted? Isn’t that why she’s here? To forget me? And what better way to do that than by leaving, blinded to what an asshole I am.

  Nevertheless, she ignores me as she shrugs my hand away and slips the blindfold off. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lighting, but when they do, they fix onto my face. She smiles, but it’s bittersweet. “That’s the problem, Dixon. I don’t want to pretend.”

  My expression mirrors hers. We’re fucked.

  I don’t understand. She got what she wanted. I release her. I set her free. So why is she pushing me back down onto the sofa and climbing on top of me and straddling my waist?

  I grunt out my pleasure when she grips my shaft and guides it to her pussy. When she rubs my cock along her entrance, we both moan, the feeling akin to nothing in this world. But when she lowers herself onto me, my dick slipping through her slippery folds, I know that this is pure nirvana.

  With our eyes locked, she lowers herself until she’s filled full. Our connection is ecstasy and I look down, loving how our bodies have become one. And with that, she begins rocking slowly, fucking me and taking control.

  She plants her hands on my chest and leads a dance I’ve missed so much. My eyes roll into the back of my head. I’ve practically been neutered since she left me, as my hands are a poor substitute for hers. But she reaches down and coaxes me to look at her. When I do, I see that tears have filled her eyes.

  As she begins to move faster and faster, I don’t know whether they’re tears of happiness, pleasure, or pain. When she cries out, I know it’s a combination of all three. For now, I will focus on the rightness of our union because I know I’ll never feel this ever again.

  Her confidence is a complete turn-on and as she takes from me what she so desperately needs, I give her my all. She can milk me dry for all I care because without her, I’m nothing. She raises her hips and then slams back down onto me, an impassioned moan whooshing from her lungs.

  The sound of our bodies slapping against one another is a complete head rush and I can’t help but latch onto her hips to help pick up the pace. She whimpers and claws her fingernails into my pecs, bouncing up and down on my dick as we race toward the finish line.

  If this is it, then I want her to know that I’ll never stop loving her. “You’re my everything. Never forget that, angelo.” She groans low in her throat, tossing her head back and riding me wild. “I’m sorry for hurting you, but I’ll never be sorry for loving you the way that I do. I know you don’t love me anymore, and that’s okay. Knowing that you once did is enough. It’s enough to get me through. It’ll always be you, Madison. You’ll always be my forever.”

  She begins to cry as she rocks faster and harder. Her muscles squeeze my cock, but I hold out a second longer. I need her to know one final thing.

  I run my hand over her thumping heart, gently stroking over her pendant. “Il mio cuore è tuo. Ti amo sempre.” I know she has no idea what I just said, and that’s okay. I said it for me. I said it as the final goodbye.

  She screams and her body shudders wildly. The sight of her full tits, freshly fucked hair, and flushed skin is enough to send me over and I attempt to pull out as I’m seconds away from coming, but Madison swiftly clenches down and holds me prisoner. With no other choice, I explode in a loud, sated growl.

  I come so violently, I grip onto the sofa, afraid I’m about to launch off and not come back down. Soon after, Madison follows, but when she tumbles forward and sobs against my neck, “I love you. I fucking love you, too!” I freeze, not knowing what to do.

  Did she understand me when I said my heart belongs to her and that I’ll love her always?

  I want to ask her, but I don’t because it doesn’t matter either way. Our fate has been decided. And that’s the ironic thing. As she snuggles into me, wrapping her arms so tightly around me I can scarcely breathe, I know that she loves me as much as I do her. But the problem is…she doesn’t love me enough to stay.

  * * *

  I wake some time later, not knowing where I am.

  It takes a second for my foggy brain to process that I’m lying on my hotel room floor, naked and alone. I knew this was bound to happen, but I was hoping by some miracle Madison would change her mind and she’d stay. She’d forgive all the sins of my past and we’d live happily ever after. But I should know by now that only happens to the good guys.

  Raising my lethargic body, I head straight for the kitchen to grab some much-needed water. However, when something shiny catches my eye, I know that I’ll need something a lot stronger. Sitting on the counter are two things which seal my condemned fate. I won’t shed any tears because this is what she wants. So for Madison’s sake I’ll remind myself, every second of every day, that sometimes, moving on with the rest of your life starts with…goodbye.

  32

  Whatever Your Journey

  Then ...

  MADISON

  Dixon’s soft exhalations reveal that he’s asleep.

  I don’t want to, but I have to. I have no other choice. I remind myself of this fact as I quietly get dressed and pad through the hotel room, looking for a pen and paper. I came here for closure, and Dixon knew it the second I opened my mouth. So why does this feel so wrong?

  Pushing those thoughts aside, I reach for the hotel stationery and take a seat at the small desk. A notepad and pen has never looked so daunting and I suddenly have second thoughts.

  These past few weeks have been the worst of my life. Finding out that everything you believed in was a lie really crushes a person and for a while there, I didn’t know how I’d go on. But Dixon telling me to stay away was the best thing he could have done. He forced me to deal with my situation and stop being the victim.

  I have so much I want to say, but I don’t know where to start.

  Taking a deep breath, I take hold of the pen and decide to start from the very beginning.

  Dear Dixon,

  I think I loved you, or at least knew I’d love you from the moment I met you.

  You never thought twice about taking on the role of my protector, and from that day forward, you’ve never stopped. I know that you were the one who beat up Dylan, and honestly, I’m glad. He deserved everything he had coming, and in a weird way, your actions gave me the courage to deliver my own hand of justice as well.

  I told my mom and Sebastian everyt
hing and although it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, I felt relieved afterwards. I was sick of secrets. Keeping secrets destroys people’s lives. Look what it did to us. They, of course, needed time to get their heads around what I told them, but they believed me. They didn’t look at me with shame or disgust in their eyes like I thought they would. And because of that, I could finally forgive Dylan, Beth, but most importantly, I could forgive myself for what happened.

  In a way, telling my mom and Sebastian closed that chapter of my life. I’ll never forget what happened but finally, for the first time in my life, I think I’ll be okay.

  It’s no surprise that once Dylan was confronted he left town in the dead of night, leaving Beth behind. No one knows where he’s gone, and truthfully, no one but Beth cares. The last I heard she was packing her stuff and seeing out the end of her pregnancy with long-lost relatives in Oregon.

  No matter what she did, she’ll always be Sebastian’s daughter and he could never hate her. I’d never expect him to. But he asked her to leave, as he and my mother needed time to process everything. My mother blamed herself, just like I knew she would. I’ve tried my best to reassure her, but just like I did, she needs time to grieve. I don’t think she’ll ever be able to forgive Dylan or Beth. I’ve told her don’t look back with regret, but rather forward with hope. We’ll wait and see.

  A part of me has healed, and I thought that when that part mended, I would be whole. But I was so wrong.

  I missed you every second, and I hated myself for it. How could I miss you? After everything you did, I should have hated you. But I didn’t. I still don’t.

  I want you to know that I forgive you. And the reason why is because I believe you, Dixon. It’s still so hard to process, but I believe everything. I just needed time. I know you meant every “I love you,” and that what we had was real. For that, I want to thank you, for protecting me when I needed protecting. But I like to think that I protected you, too.