Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1)

by Cat Mason

  “What do you want from me, Dixon? It’s plain to see that I can’t tell you the reasons I showed up here, so what do you want to hear?”

  “I don’t want to hear anything, Kennedy, I need to hear it. Tell me that you need this just as much as I do. But, the words have to come out of your mouth. I know how to read your body, but I need you to tell me that you actually want me to.”

  The completely cocky tone of his voice is a total contradiction to the pleading look in his eyes, and I know the second I open my mouth everything will change. It won’t be a mistake anymore, it will be a choice. An option that could tear our world apart if Gunnar found out. However, I know that Lynsey was right when she said I would eventually fall apart without this side of me being fulfilled.

  “I need everything you’re willing to give me, Dixon.”

  The second the words are hanging in the air between us, Dixon releases the hold he has on my wrists so he can grip my face instead, holding me still. The tips of his fingers tangle themselves into my hair while his thumbs brush across my cheeks and over my bottom lip. A moment of unexpected tenderness before he slams his lips against mine. The brutal force of his kiss causes me to give into him without struggling to remain in control so I grip his wrists, holding on as tight as I can.

  He shifts, putting my arms around his neck before gripping me by the back of the thighs and lifting me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I expect a struggle when he lifts me, because let’s face it, I’m not feather light, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice the extra weight. I’ve never been a tiny girl, so I’ve always fought it when someone other than Gunnar tried to pick me up, but I don’t dare to fight Dixon on it. Pressing me harder against the wall, he slides his hands back and flexes his fingers against my ass, making me groan. I push the hat off his head, letting it fall to the floor, and run my fingers through his messy hair as he works his lips down one side of my throat and back up the other to my ear.

  “You have no clue how hard it is for me not to leave a mark on this gorgeous body. I want nothin’ more than to leave a pattern of my handprints across your perfect ass.” My body heats, trembling because of his words, I know by the look on his face when he pulls back that he didn’t miss it. “You want me to mark your ass don’t you, Kennedy? You wanna be able to look in the mirror for the rest of the night and see where my hands were so you can remember how I make you feel?”

  “You can’t,” I say with no real force behind my words because it is something that I do want that.

  Cocking an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curls up. “That sounds like a dare to me, Kennedy.”

  I should have known he would take it that way, but I wasn’t thinking. “What if Gunnar sees them?”

  For a second he stops and I think he might back down, but he doesn’t. “I guess you’ll just have to keep your pants on and keep him from seein’ your ass until they’re gone, now won’t you? Or maybe we should show him so he’ll know how it’s done. He really should know that the soft little love taps he gives you get you nowhere anymore.” The thought of both of them together does something to me that I can’t even explain, but I know it will never happen so I don’t even entertain the idea for more than that second. “Yes or no, Kennedy? Can you keep your ass covered for a while if I give you what I know you want?”

  “Are you actually giving me the option to tell you no?”

  “Don’t get used to it. I know what you want by the way your body responds to me, and I know how to give it to you without askin’ if I’m doin’ it right. I won’t ask permission often now that you told me what I needed to hear. So yes? Or no?”

  “Yes, please,” I breathe, the words rush out in a jumbled mess, but it doesn’t matter, he already knew what I was going to say.

  “If we were at my house I’d bend you over the fuckin’ kitchen table. I’d tie your hands and ankles to the legs so you couldn’t get away from my hands when they came down against your ass.”

  I groan at the thought and drop my head to his shoulder for a second before popping back up and pressing my lips against his ear. “You don’t have to worry about me tryin’ to get away from you, Dixon. You wanna mark my ass? Do. It. I dare you.”

  Digging his fingers into my hips he pulls until my legs fall away from his waist. Tossing me over his shoulder with ease, he chuckles as his hand comes down against my ass. “Sunshine, you have no idea what you just started.”

  My body bounces against his shoulder with every step but I can’t see where we’re going. He stops in the middle of the room, looking around for a second before heading in a different direction. “Where are we going?”

  “Can’t fuck you in my bunk upstairs and I don’t think they’d appreciate me feastin’ on that sweet pussy of yours at the kitchen table, so I have to get creative here.”

  I don’t ask anything else because I can’t think of anywhere else that he could possibly be bringing me inside the station, so I close my eyes and wait for him to stop. It takes me a second to realize that we’re getting higher off the ground and when I open my eyes, we’re up on the side of the truck. Leaning forward, my ass gets pressed against the side and he pushes me up until I’m sitting on the on top of the cab. I inch back across the cool roof as he scales the side and stands to his full height once he’s up here. Towering over me, he begins to undo the suspenders and tosses them by his feet without looking away. When Dixon reaches for the snap on his gear, I grab his hand to stop him.

  “You want me to stop?”

  I twist around so I can sit up on my knees. “No, not stop, but can I do it?”

  “You can do anything you want, Kennedy.”

  I smile as I reach out and make quick work of everything in the way of what I want. His cock, standing at attention, dares me to do something. Reaching out, I run my fingers over the smooth skin, letting my thumb roll over the head causing Dixon’s thigh muscles to tense. The piercings at the tip glisten in the light and I shiver, remembering how they felt inside of me. I flick my tongue over them, relishing in the sound that rumbles out of his chest when I do. With his hand on the back of my head gripping my hair, he controls the pace I keep after he’s in my mouth. I gag a little when he hits the back of my throat but I force myself to relax, and when the knuckles of Dixon’s free hand drift over my cheek, I lose the ability to think about anything but how he’s touching me.

  After a few minutes Lynsey’s voice enters my head, and I need to know if what Mark said earlier is true. I push against his hips until he stops moving and lets me speak. “You said I could do anything, so can you lie down? I want to try something.”

  He drops down against the top of the truck next to me, kissing me roughly before inching down so he’s flat on his back. I situate myself on my stomach between his thighs, pushing his knees out of my way. Dixon lifts up onto his elbows as I run my tongue down his shaft until I hit the bottom. Rolling my tongue over his balls, I slip my finger into my mouth and watch his reaction. As soon as I attempt to do what I had planned, Dixon shoots forward, grabs my arms and flips us, pinning me down.

  “You can do anything, I promise,” he pants, the look in his eyes telling me that he’s barely hanging onto his control by a thread. “But if I let you do that to me right now I can guarantee someone will hear us and rush see what’s goin’ on. Next time we’re alone at my house I’ll gladly let you explore.”

  I nod, biting my lip to keep myself from asking when the next time will be. This isn’t something I should want, but I do.

  “My turn.” Mischief fills his eyes and I know I’m in trouble. He reaches above my head and grabs the suspenders that he dropped before and then my hands, looping them around my wrists and then to the light bar in front of us. Getting onto his knees, he drags my jeans over my hips, leaving them bunched at my knees. “Flip over, I want your ass in the air. And I suggest you keep quiet if you don’t want me to have to stop because we get caught.”

  Doing as he says, I put my bare ass into the air withou
t reservation. The suspenders tighten with every movement but it does nothing but excite me more. Picking my head up, I watch the traffic drive by knowing they can’t see anything at the speed they’re going, but if they were to slow down and pay attention, they would see what I’m letting Dixon do.

  Dixon’s hand suddenly lands hard against my ass and I yelp, attempting to jerk forward away from the blow but he catches my hips and holds me still. “You said you weren’t going to try to get away.”

  “And I figured you would give me a heads up before starting.” My body clenches as the sting from his slap dulls down into a burn that makes me ache for more.

  “Oh, Sunshine, your heads up was when the word ‘dare’ rolled off your lips and you damn well know it.”

  I don’t have a chance to say anything before he starts in again, switching spots with every swing. I bite my lip and push back against him, silently begging for more because I’ve never felt like this. It’s so intense, I feel like I am going to explode. Every slap echoes through the building, leaving a sting behind in its place. After a few more, his hand disappears only to be quickly replaced by his tongue being buried inside of me. I gasp at the sudden change in assault tactics from Dixon and let a long, low moan escape. I flex my fingers into the suspenders, trying to keep myself from coming so maybe this will last a little longer, but Dixon pulls back when he notices my hesitation. Flipping me back over, he settles between my thighs, pinning my legs against my stomach because of how he left my pants. My ass burns with every movement and not even the cool metal of the truck is doing anything to soothe it right now.

  “Don’t you ever hold back like that unless I tell you to. I wanna feel you fall apart as many times as I can make it happen.” Sitting back on his heels, he dips his thumb inside of me, drawing it up and circling it around my clit at a lazy pace.

  “I don’t know if I can stay quiet anymore,” I admit, panting. “There’s no way I can if you fuck me right now.”

  “Well, we’re gonna do it anyway. I am fuckin’ you, Kennedy. If I have to stuff something in your mouth to keep you quiet, I will, but I’ll be balls deep inside of you when I come because I’m gonna give you another reminder of who took control of you today.”

  Once again I don’t have a chance to say anything before he moves into action. Slamming his hips forward, he enters me, stealing my breath. My back arches off the roof, my eyes roll back, and when I finally catch my breath and cry out it’s louder than I expect.

  Dixon laughs, slowing his hips. “Do you want to get caught?”

  “No. Dixon, please don’t stop,” I beg, biting my lip again to try to keep quiet but with every thrust of his hips, it gets harder to control.

  “That’s what I’ve been waitin’ to hear. And I don’t plan on stoppin’ for anything.” He leans over me, driving into me at a different angle that has my body stiffening and my toes curling. Sliding his hand over my chest, his fingers draw over my throat, teasing me with the thought of what I know he wants to do. “You want it, don’t you?” It isn’t a question, even I know that. Like he said before, he doesn’t need to ask me anything to know exactly what I want.

  As he begins to pound harder into me with his thumb still circling my clit, the pressure on my neck gets tighter, making it harder to breathe and intensifying everything else. I’m on the edge, but can’t quite get there and I know that it’s Dixon controlling it somehow because I held back before. The closer I get, the harder it is to stay quiet. Every time he loosens his grip so I can catch my breath, I can’t help but let the noise out. There’s no controlling it anymore. From cries of passion, to his name, or begging him not to stop, it all comes out and I can’t even stop myself when I hear a car door and voices.

  Dixon pulls his thumb away from my clit and drops down against me so no one can see us. Covering my mouth with his hand, I dart my tongue out, tasting myself on his skin, and moan lightly. His hips don’t stop rocking when he starts to whisper to me.

  “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me if you keep that shit up. I’m not stoppin’. I’ll fuck you until we’re both finished so you better figure out how to keep quiet now that people are startin’ to get back.”

  Covering my lips with his, he swallows the tiny noises that I can’t seem to control as he rolls his hips into me. With every move, his pelvis hits against my clit until I shatter under him and thankfully he is right there with me when I do.

  Once we finally manage to catch our breath and he frees my hands so we can fix our clothes, he pops up a little to makes sure everyone has finally gone upstairs so we can get down without getting caught. Dixon jumps down first, holding and guiding my hips down the side of the truck until my feet are on the floor.

  “You OK?”

  I nod, afraid that if I open my mouth I’ll moan because I can still feel everything he did to me up there. Grabbing my wrists, he flips them a few times, checking out the marks the suspenders left behind.

  “Those should go away in a little bit, and the redness on your neck should be gone in a few minutes, but your ass?” He smiles. “Your ass is another story and you’ll probably need to keep that covered for a while.”

  I let my eyes drift close and I think about the feeling of his hand connecting with my skin, letting the feeling wash over me as he kisses me again.

  “Now are you willin’ to admit that that was what you came for?” I nod again and smile. “Good, now as much as I would love to keep goin’ because I’m sure I could spend the rest of the day buried inside of you with no problem, you should probably go before we get caught.”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” I finally manage to mumble. Leaning up on my toes, I press my lips against his cheek before stepping toward the door. “Hey, Dixon,” I turn and look at him again. “What did you buy earlier?”

  His face splits with a huge smile and he laughs before backing away. “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.”

  When he disappears into the stairwell I finally manage to get my feet to work and make it to my car. My head falls back against the seat, my ass burns with every move I make but I’m so relaxed that I could probably fall asleep here. However, my mind is still racing about what I’m supposed to do.

  Yeah… I. Am. Fucked.

  Back at the shop, I finish invoices and sales reports for the month and get them put away in the file cabinets. Lynsey doesn’t grill me for details, which is a shock, but the smug look on her face tells me that she doesn’t have to.

  The broad really is out of hand sometimes.

  Every move of my body has me reliving every minute with Dixon. My muscles are sore and though I feel completely taken over and steam rolled to a point, I feel so sated. I’m calm and reserved when I should be anything but. What I did—what we did—is a betrayal beyond anything Gunnar could ever fathom, but I haven’t quite begun to hate myself for it. Not yet.

  That, I’m sure, will come later.

  I know Dixon feels the same way because neither of us want to hurt Gunnar. It’s a double edged sword that, either way, we have to swallow. Right now I see no way out of this. The thing is, I don’t think I can stop, even if I wanted to. It’s not that Dixon gives me more than Gunnar does. It’s on a totally different plane. There’s no love like what Gunnar has for me there from Dixon, but he calls to a whole different part of me. I could very easily cut myself in half and pair off each of the pieces that wholeheartedly belong to Gunnar versus the pieces that are splintering off into this new person that craves what Dixon gives me.

  Where the hell does that leave me? Feeling selfish and guilty, but also exhilarated. I have a million emotions going through my head. I want to smile and sigh at the realizations I have had today. Then there is that part of me who hates what I’m doing to Gunnar and wants to go hide in the bathroom and cry while washing Dixon from my body. I can smell him on me. If I close my eyes, I can still feel his hands playing my body like he owns it... The way his mouth felt on my skin... His cock.

  Have I mentioned that I�
��m going to hell?

  My phone rings on the table beside me, Gunnar’s face flashing up on the screen. Pressing the button, I hold it to my ear. “Hey, baby.”

  “Hey,” he breathes, sounding defeated.

  “Bad day?” I ask, knowing that he had meetings with Cody Hamilton and his parents this morning, along with the faculty to discuss what happened after the game. This, on top of the police showing up at school with dogs to search the locker rooms and field houses for any more drugs once Cody owned up to using.

  “Fuckin’ nightmare,” he replies. “I can’t keep my classes in order because I keep havin’ to run back and forth for meetings and searches. Not to mention they tested the entire team and all the coaching staff. We aren’t even allowed to set foot on the field until everyone comes back clear.”

  “I’m so sorry, Gunnar.”

  “I’ve got a principal and superintendent so far up my ass right now that if they spit it’s comin’ out of my mouth,” he sighs. “I’ve gotta get Diaz ready to kick in time for this week’s game against Central. After all the shit they talk, I want nothin’ more than my guys decimating them on their own turf.”

  “It’s all going to be OK, honey.” I don’t know what more to say than that. He sounds so beaten down. All I can think is that I want to make it better somehow, but there’s nothing I can do there.

  “We should’ve never left the lake,” he sighs loudly, blowing out a breath. “Doesn’t matter, it’s not like it would’ve changed anything.” I hear another man’s muffled voice speaking to Gunnar, then what sounds like announcement over the intercom. “Shit, I’ve gotta go. See you at home.”