She helps collect all the cards before sliding the deck over to me to shuffle and deal. “Ready for round two?” I grab the cards and shuffle them before dealing her cards and then my own.
“You ready to lose more clothes?”
I blow out a puff of air, “Poushh, I was just going easy on ya, warmin’ ya up, baby. Now I’m not gonna hold back, so get ready, because you’re about to witness the master at work.”
Six rounds later and a lot of very close wins and loses’, Brooklyn’s sitting in front of me in nothing but her leopard print and black lace g-string, and I’m lounging beside her in my fucking birthday suit. She fucking hustled the hell outta me tonight. I swear she was cheating somehow because there’s no way in hell that this game should’ve ended with me naked first.
Tossing the cards onto the table, I fold my hand and pounce on her, knocking her back onto the rug beneath her. “Fuck, this game. If I sit here one more minute and don’t stick my dick inside of you, I may rip the fucker off.” I growl down at her as I slide between her legs and press the head of my dick against her panties.
Biting her bottom lip, she blinks up at me with her big whiskey eyes filled with lust as she runs her nails along my back. “I was wondering how much longer you were going to make me wait. I was five seconds away from tossing your cards in the fire, and straddling you. I’ve never been more turned on in my life than I am right now.” Her voice is low and laced with sex as she grinds her mound against my dick.
Leaning down I suck her left breast into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her nipple, feeling the bud harden against my tongue. She lets out a soft moan as I clamp it between my teeth and tug gentle on it before releasing it and blowing softly making it harden even more.
“God, Dixon. Are you going to make me resort to begging.” She reaches down fisting my cock in her hand and begins jerking it. Her hand moves slowly from base to tip, causing my eyes to practically roll into the back of my head.
Cupping her face in my hands I smirk down at her with a cocky grin, “I think you begging for my cock would be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Her eyes narrow at me with a sparkle of mischief glowing in them. Bringing her hands to my chest, she pushes me off of her, rolling me onto my back. “When I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me to let you fuck me.” Climbing between my legs, she fists my dick and begins stroking it firmly, as her tongue teases the head, licking up the pre-cum that’s trickled out onto the head of my dick.
“Fuck, baby. You know how to drive me fuckin’ crazy…” I fist her bun on top of her head and begin moving her head up and down my length as she hollows out her cheeks and begins sliding her mouth up and down, taking as much of me as she can fit into her mouth.
My toes curl and my heart rate picks up as she begins sucking me like there is no fucking tomorrow. My balls tighten against my body, and every inch of my skin begins to tingle as she picks up speed. Her tongue continues to swirl around the head of my dick every time she brings her mouth up to the tip, before slamming my cock back down her throat.
Getting lost in the moment I begin thrusting my hips into her mouth, and squeezing her bun harder as I direct her head up and down. I’m so close to blowing my load down her fucking throat. A part of me wants to and watch her swallow every last drop, but the other part of me that wants to watch her ride my dick until it fills her with my cum overpowers the other.
Holding her head up by her bun, I still her head as I mummer, “That’s enough. Ride my fuckin’ cock—now.” I gasp for air as she sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
Her face is flushed and her eyes are glossy with lust as she stands and slips out of her panties, before straddling me. Slowly, she comes down on top of me, letting my dick stretch and fill her as she takes everything I have to give. I don’t want to come off as some cocky mother fucker, but I have a pretty big dick, but we’ve done this enough that Brooklyn fits me perfectly.
Nothing and no one can compare to how she feels as she wraps herself around me.
Running my hands along her sides, I explore her body as she braces herself, resting her hands on my chest and begins slowly moving up and down my length letting her body adjust to being filled by me this way.
She looks beyond gorgeous right now with her hair all tousled on top of her head, her cheeks flushed from the need to be fucked, and her skin glowing in the light of the fire. I cup her tits in my hands and tease them as she begins to pick up pace, rotating her hips in a way that makes me see stars floating before my fucking eyes.
Within minutes she has a perfect rhythm down and is chasing her orgasm as I fist her hair once again and crash her mouth down onto mine. I need to taste her kiss as she comes on me.
Crashing her mouth down to mouth, I slip my tongue into her mouth and kiss the breath straight out of her as she moans into my mouth. She’s almost there, I can feel her body tensing as it prepares for the orgasms she’s about to have. I begin thrusting my hips up at her, meeting her every time she comes back down onto me. She’s grinding her clit against me giving herself that final push that’ll send her floating into the clouds as ecstasy consumes her.
I cup her ass with my free hand and begin rotating my hips pinning her against me. Each thrust I feel my dick rubbing perfectly inside of her and each time I feel her shudder against me. My balls begin to tingle as I feel my orgasms coming. Brooklyn’s nails dig into my neck and shoulder as her body grows rigid on top of me. My tongue licks at hers and our moans blend together as I give her one final thrust and send us both soaring together as we bask in our orgasms together.
Rolling off of me after finally floating back down to earth, Brooklyn smiles across at me with a love drunk smirk playing on her lips. “I love you so much, Dixon. Thank you for this weekend. It’s been simply amazing.”
Leaning up I retrieve the throw blanket off of the edge of the couch and cover us with it before pulling her back into my arms. I watch the flames of the fire dance behind her, causing a red glow to shine against her smooth, naked skin. Running my fingers up and down the curves of her side from shoulder to hip, I take in my wife, looking sated. But knowing my wife, I know she’ll be ready for round two in no time. Lifting her hand to my head, she slides her fingers through my hair and gazes lovingly at me.
“I love you too, baby. I’m going to spend every single moment making sure you know it. I know I don’t deserve this—you, but I’m so fuckin’ grateful that you’re here with me, like this, right now.”
Her eyes grow misty as she scoots her body closer to mine, and slips her leg in between mine. “You deserve my love just as much as I deserve yours, Dixon. We’ve both messed up more times than we can count, but that’s in the past. It’s time to move on, have a fresh start leaving all of that behind us. That starts this weekend with this amazing honeymoon. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect trip. A part of me is afraid to leave because right now we’re in this perfect cocoon away from the real world. But once we walk out that door tomorrow and return back to our every day lives, there’s no telling what will happen.”
“What are you scared will happen? I told you when I married you that I was in this forever. I may have been really, really, drunk. But like they say, the most honest people are toddlers and drunk people. Nothing, nor no one can destroy what we have. That I promise you.” Hugging her tightly against my chest, I press a kiss to her forehead and lay there holding her. Trying to show her not with just my words, but with my actions that I mean it when I tell her that I love her. She’s my fucking world now, and I don’t plan on letting her slip through my fingers ever again.
Snuggling her face into my chest she lets out a long, shaky breath, “You were pretty chatty in Vegas when you were drunk. One thing you made sure to tell me over and over again was how sorry you were and how much you loved me. It’s just with everything that Savannah and Kayden just went through, I’m scared to get too comfortable. Because once you get comfortable, that’s wh
en shit seems to blow up in your face…I know you think I’m being a paranoid wife when I tell you I don’t like you having that slutty red head for an assistant. But can you put yourself in my shoes?” She asks, peering up at me with a fierceness in her eyes that lets me know she’s as serious as a fucking heart attack right now.
“I see where you’re coming from. It’s just that I feel bad for firing the girl. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”
“Yet. That girl is biding her time until she can sink her claws into you. Now that she knows we’re married, I can tell you right now she’s going to up her slut game and work even harder to seduce you. I will not lose you to that skank. As soon as I met her, all I could think of was freaking Giselle. Dealing with one gold digging skank is enough for me in one life time.”
Rolling her onto her back, I slip between her legs and press my dick at her slick, wet core and slowly slide back inside of her. She rolls her eyes at me, but lifts her legs, locking them around my waist, and pressing the heels of her feet into my ass, urging me to push myself completely inside of her.
“Seriously, you’re hard again already?”
I let out a low chuckle, “Hearing my wife getting all territorial got me horny, what can I say I love a woman willing to fight off any skank that comes near her man. If you feel that strongly about her working for me, first thing Monday, I’ll let her go. I’ll even allow you to help me hire my new assistant. How’s that sound?”
I give her one hard thrust as she tries to answer, her eyes roll into the back of her head as her eye lids flutter shut, and she drags her teeth across her bottom lip and moans loudly. “Sounds…fantastic…” she mumbles under her breath before I put an end to this conversation by sealing her lips with mine.
Chapter 15
-Dixon
“I cannot believe you bought a dog.”
I have to do a double take as I walk through the door of the beach house and find Brooklyn sitting on the floor with a yellow fluff ball bouncing between her outstretched legs. It’s a yellow Labrador wearing a pink bandana around its neck with flowers all over it. So I’m taking a wild guess and saying she bought a girl dog.
At least it won’t try to hump my leg every time I walk through the door.
Dangling a toy rope in the air, making the puppy even more excited, Brooklyn shifts her eyes from the puppy up toward me. Her eyes are sparkling with joy as the dog—which I just pray to God she hasn’t named it fucking Tinkerbell or Fluffy. I will not stand outside yelling some Disney character or over the top girly fuckin’ name down the beach at my dog. It barks up at the rope she’s teasing it with, and I have to admit it’s cute. At least she got a dog I can do manly stuff with like hunting and fishing, unlike those little purse ridin’ dogs whose only purpose is to look cute and wear fuckin’ tutus.
“It was a spur of the moment thing. I didn’t plan on buying a dog—but how could I resist? I mean come on, Dixon! Look at that face!” she says, cupping the dogs face in her hands and talking in that obnoxious yet adorable voice all women use when they’re around puppies and babies.
Rolling my eyes, I walk into the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge. Twisting the cap off, I toss it onto the counter, before dragging my boot-covered feet back into the living room. I’m tired as fuck, and so not in the mood to deal with cleaning up dog shit and piss…which I already know is how I’m going to spend the evening. The scattered about puppy pee pads I’m betting will be the last place this pup goes potty.
Plopping onto the couch and kicking my boot-covered feet out, I cross my legs at my ankles and sink into the overly cushioned sectional. Dangling the long neck of the bottle between my fingers, I bring it to my lips and take a long pull from my beer, relishing in the feeling of the cold liquid as it slides down the back of my throat. I’ve worked all day in sweltering temperatures while hammering and sawing until my arms screamed for me to stop. If there is one thing I deserve at this moment, it’s an ice cold beer and a big ass juicy steak, which Brooklyn has marinating in the fridge as we speak.
Resting my beer bottle on my thigh, I narrow my eyes onto Brooklyn as she continues to play with the dog, ignoring the irritated look etched into my face. “Brooklyn, a spur of the moment purchase is a fuckin’ pair of shoes, or some ridiculously expensive purse. Not a dog. Have you forgotten that you pretty much live out in L.A. three days a week? So who do you think will be trying to take care of this puppy and run two businesses while you’re off in Hollywood playing movie star?”
The next thing I know a tennis ball is flying past my head and bouncing off of the wall, followed by the dog barreling across the floor and up onto my lap.
“Jesus Christ!” I curse as I throw my hand in the air to save my beer from spilling all over myself and the damn sofa. The dog darts across the couch grabbing the tennis ball that’s landed onto the cushion beside me, before lying down with it, trapping the ball between its fluffy paws.
Climbing to her feet, Brooklyn takes two steps before stopping between my legs that are now bent and spread apart as I sit up on the couch. “I’m not stupid, Dixon. I know I’m traveling all the time. It’s lonely out there by myself with Savannah living out here now. I’m going to take the dog with me since I use the jet now. They have doggy day care out there that a few of my friends use and recommended to me when I texted them earlier. I have it all figured out.”
I can only hope she’s right. I don’t think she understands just how hard it is taking care of a puppy. It’s more than playing with them and feeding them. They chew everything and make your house their giant toilet. I, for one, have enough on my plate; I don’t need to add chasing after a dog all day to my ever growing list of shit I need to do within a twenty-four-hour span.
“Alright. If you think you can handle the responsibility of a dog, then I’m okay with having a puppy. I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into because dogs are a handful.”
Brooklyn climbs onto my lap and hooks her arms around my neck. “It can’t be that hard?”
The worst five words that could ever be spoken by any human being about a damn dog.
Turning my head over to the puppy, I watch as it jumps off of the couch, tumbling onto its face as it loses its balance, and then struts across the floor, stopping just in front of the pee pad and squats.
Grabbing Brooklyn by the waist, I toss her onto the seat beside me and jump to my feet shouting at the dog, “Bad dog! Bad dog!” As I scoop it up and set it onto the puppy pad, a second too late I might add, I discover a small puddle on the hardwood floor where it just pissed.
Glancing over my shoulder, I take in the sight of Brooklyn leaning back on her elbows, still lying in the same position she landed in as she stares blankly at the puppy. She blinks a few times, then scurries to her feet, running into the kitchen to retrieve paper towels and kitchen cleaner.
“Don’t worry baby, I got this,” she says, overly sweet. Squatting down beside me she begins cleaning up the tiny puddle. “She’ll be house trained in no time.”
Thankfully, Brooklyn went to PetsMart and bought everything she needs for her new puppy. Including a dog training crate, which it is safely tucked away in and howling at the top of its lungs right now. I barely got a wink of sleep last night because the sound of the dog crying inside of its cage kept me awake most of the night. Finally, I told Brooklyn I didn’t care how mean she thought it was, the dog was sleeping downstairs in the living room. So at almost three in the morning, I finally fell asleep. But it didn’t last long because Brooklyn was waking me up as the sun was coming up a little after five thirty in the morning asking me to walk the dog.
Me. Up. At five thirty in the fuckin’ mornin’ on a Saturday! After waking up all week at the ass crack of dawn for work! I swear this woman has lost her ever lovin’ mind! Now I understand why people say, before you have kids, get a dog. Because believe me, after one night of almost no sleep, I’m ready to run back to my penthouse and sleep the entire weekend away. I can’t imagine having a
screaming newborn keeping me up every single night.
Thank God we both agreed that we want to hold off on starting a family. Because after one night with a dog, I am 100% certain that I am not ready for fatherhood. I don’t even know if I am ready for doggy-daddy hood, if that is even a word? But what the hell, I’m making it one.
In the midst of planning our own wedding reception, which we’re hoping to have next month, we’ve been invited to a get-together at Kayden and Savannah’s beach house down the street for their engagement party. It’s a low key get-together with friends since they had a family celebration in Hawaii on the day they got engaged. This is more of a last hooray with friends before the final weeks of wedding preparation kick in. I can’t believe they’ll be married in less than two months. Then Knox and I will both be officially off the market.
The bachelors of Houston we will be no more.
It’s an end to an era.
Things with Brooklyn aren’t all roses; we fight like cats and dogs because we’re both stubborn, but the makeup sex is always worth it. We’re taking things slow, and it seems to be working for us. Every day I fall a little more in love with her. Watching my best friend and cousin settling down with Savannah right alongside me makes it not so scary.
At first I was terrified of taking that leap and committing myself to only one woman. But now Brooklyn and I just celebrated one month of marriage…which is something I never thought would happen, but here we are one month later, still in love and both still breathing.
I can’t imagine my life any other way. She’s my entire fucking world now.
Kayden was able to fly Reagan and Rebecca in from L.A. to surprise Savannah. It was hilarious watching Brooklyn try to keep that secret in. She knew since she talked with them while back in L.A. a few days ago about getting the time off to fly out.
This is actually our first time hanging out with Jax since Vegas, and I was worried it would be awkward seeing that I’m the reason Brooklyn broke things off with him. But surprisingly he’s been cool. We’ve spent the evening drinking, busting each other’s balls like usual, and even been playing doubles for beer pong for the last half hour. With him and Rebecca partnered up against Brooklyn and me.
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