Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1)

by Cat Mason

  Turning around, Dixon jogs up the hill from the edge of the river and tackles me against the side of my car after flicking his cigarette to the ground. His lips come down on mine in a hurry, but just as quickly they’re gone, leaving the taste of nicotine in their place. “I thought it was less obvious than ‘come let me spread you across the hood of my truck so I can eat your pussy like a starving man’. But that’s just me.” He shrugs nonchalantly, as if his words didn’t just light a fire through my body.

  Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pull him down against my lips. I take a bit of control and use my tongue to part his lips so I can taste him, making him groan. I need this right now because I feel like everything is spiraling and I can’t get a grip on it.

  Last night was a complete disaster. When I finally made myself come out of the bathroom, Gunnar was nowhere to be found and I have no clue when he finally came home because he didn’t come to bed. Spending the night of your ten year anniversary alone in bed after crying your eyes out for a few hours, is not how the night should have gone. By the time I saw him asleep on the couch I was already running late for work so I didn’t even attempt to wake him up and smooth things out. It is going to take way more than a simple talk and apology to fix this clusterfuck. The silence that stretched between us continued through the day while I was at work. No calls, no texts, nothing.

  Gripping my thighs, Dixon pulls me up around his waist and walks us to the back of his truck without removing his lips from mine. The tailgate is already dropped, so he slides me back on it. Letting my legs dangle, I fill my hands with his shirt and keep him pulled against me.

  Working his fingers over my body, he shifts my shirt so he can get to bare skin, and sighs when they settle against me. “I wouldn’t mind getting messages like that.”

  “I wouldn’t mind having my tongue buried in your pussy,” he growls and I push away from him.

  Lying back, I rest my head so it’s propped up on the spare tire and watch his face change with every move I make. I pull my feet up, slipping my skirt up my thighs and spread my legs for him. Starting at my ankles, Dixon drags his fingers up my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. Being outside should have me on edge because anyone could see us, but this is the only place I know of that sits at the end of a long dirt road that will let us hear people coming. The only thing that has me on edge right now is Dixon dragging this out.

  “Quit fucking with me, Dixon. I need more than that.”

  He shakes his head, never stopping his slow movements. “I think your sassy fuckin’ mouth needs to be filled.”

  “If it means you’ll give me more instead of tease me, I’ll gladly let you fill my mouth with your cock.”

  Reaching up, he grabs my shirt and pulls me back up against him, locking eyes with me as he slides his fingers into me. My mouth drops open when his thumb grazes my clit but as soon as he gets into a rhythm the ringer designated for George on his phone goes off. He huffs and I know as much as neither one of us wants to stop, we have to. When he pulls his fingers from inside me it leaves me feeling empty and more worked up than I could’ve imagined.

  After looking at the message on his phone he slides it back into his pocket and shakes his head. “Fuck, I forgot it’s George birthday and we’re takin’ him out.”

  Sliding off the tailgate, I situate my skirt and cock my head to the side. Dropping my sunglasses into place I smirk up at him. “So much for having your cock in my mouth,” I sigh.

  Dixon pulls his teeth between his lips and tips his face toward the sky. “Damn it, woman!” His lips crash to mine but just as quickly he pulls back. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me. I gotta go.”

  I turn as he steps away and he brings his hand down against my ass. Hard. I yelp, stumbling back against my car and laugh. “Fucking tease,” I giggle.

  “That ass is mine, Sunshine. All. Fuckin’. Mine.”

  He jumps into his truck and winks at me before pulling away. Leaning back against my hood I try to settle down before I leave. I know if it had been anyone else wanting Dixon, he would have said no unless it was an emergency. Gunnar’s dad is not someone he would leave waiting for anything, not with all he’s done for Dixon. As much as I would have loved to have him stay and be with me, that relationship isn’t something I would ever want to get in the way of.

  I grab my phone after settling behind the wheel. I don’t know why I’m even checking. I know I’m hoping Gunnar text me, but I know before I turn the screen on that he didn’t. He’s amazing, and I know he loves me, but I think I may have pushed too far last night. Figuring out how to get back to the way we were before I fucked up is going to be the hard part.

  After driving into town and grabbing groceries, I head home. To busy my mind, I take my time putting them away and by the time I’m done, the fridge is cleaned out and the cupboards have been rearranged by size and brand of what is in them. It’s overkill, and I know I’ll probably go back through tomorrow and put everything back where it was so I can actually find what I am looking for.

  I check the clock and figure since it’s so late that Gunnar will probably eat with his dad, so I fix myself a sandwich and get comfortable on the couch. As I eat, I flip through channels, never settling on one show because I’m not really paying attention to the screen. It’s nothing but background noise to fill the space in my head as I try not to think. I just wish it worked. Instead, the thoughts in my head scream loudly, commanding my attention and only confusing me further.

  Sometime later Gunnar’s truck pulls into the driveway and his keys jingle outside the door. As much as I want to work things out and get everything settled between us so we can move on, I’m not sure how to do that. Last night something shifted between us, something that I can’t move back. I saw his face when I yelled at him before slamming the door. I watched as the realization washed over him that he wasn’t giving me everything I wanted, and I’m afraid if I try to fix it with everything still fresh in our minds that I’m only going to make it worse.

  Instead of chancing it, I roll toward the back of the couch and pretend to sleep. Yes, I know it makes me an asshole, but I don’t want to fight right now. When the door closes and Gunnar notices that I look like I’m asleep, he goes about what he’s doing as quietly as possible. Behind my closed lids I can almost see what he’s doing. He’s a creature of habit. First, his keys get hung from the hook behind the door as he toes off his boots. Then his hat gets set on the divider wall the couch sits against and he makes his way into the kitchen for a beer. I hear the bottle cap drop into the box next to the trash can along with the others, and his footsteps on the hardwood when he makes his way back into the living room.

  I even out my breathing because I can feel him studying me and I don’t want him to know I’m awake. Easing himself onto the couch by my feet, he lifts them slowly and drapes them over his lap. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, he flips through channels like I was before he came home. I know that I’m supposed to be asleep, but the silence is still killing me.

  Gunnar sighs, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my ankle. “What the hell do we do now?” he whispers.

  There’s no reason for me to respond since I know the question wasn’t meant for me, but I want to. I want to tell him that if he paid attention he would know exactly what to do. If he asked to try something I wouldn’t even hesitate on saying yes. The only way to grow is to try new things but he’s used to the way things are, to me going with the flow of whatever he wants. Him shutting me down last night makes me think that he isn’t open to trying anything unless it is an idea that he comes up with and that is something I’m not OK with.

  He was right with his question though. What the hell do we do now?

  “Kennedy?” Gunnar whispers over the back of his chair.

  I look up from my phone, stopping the reply I was about to send Lynsey and smile at him. “Hmm?”

  “Can you grab me another beer?” It lacks its usual sweetness, the tone in
his voice has been more deadpanned lately. It’s safe to say that the elephant in the room has made itself at home and invited friends.

  Dixon chuckles from beside me, never taking his eyes from the game tape playing on the screen. Leaning over, I punch his shoulder, sliding my fingers down his arm and slide off of the stool. I know by the curve of his lip when I look back at him, even though he isn’t looking at me, that I just ignited a fire in him that I can’t put out in front of my husband. I think back to the night of the game when we were in the back of the truck and grin because I know exactly how I’m going to pay him back for that.

  I pop the top off the cold bottle I pull from the fridge and saunter around the island to hand it to Gunnar. Leaning down, I brush my lips across his and his eyes close but I never take my eyes off of Dixon. He sighs, not kissing me back, but also not refusing me his mouth. I hate this, but I can’t even begin to figure out how to fix it alone. All I want to do is escape it all.

  Nothing has been talked out between Gunnar and myself. Hell, we have barely talked at all since that night. I am totally aware that nothing is going to get worked out between us if we keep avoiding the situation, but avoiding is better than making it worse. Since that’s all I can really see happening at this point, I keep my mouth shut. Instead, I find myself desperately needing distraction to keep me from focusing on my life being in shambles. The last thing I want to do is focus on the mess that I have made and it just keeps piling up now especially since our anniversary night meltdown.

  Cue Dixon Hale who is quickly becoming my favorite distraction.

  Dixon shakes his head, his eyes narrowing as he watches me walk back around to my seat. The second I’m seated I cross my legs, pulling my skirt up over my knee. My hand drops to his upper thigh, dragging my fingernails over his already hardening cock. I love that I can do this to him since I’m not his typical type. Lynsey was right, not that I am planning to tell the bitch that and give her an opportunity to gloat. Ava had no staying power, but for whatever reason, I affect him in a way that keeps him coming back for more. It’s only fair, since he has the same effect on me. It is so easy to get lost in him and the way he makes me feel. It’s a welcome feeling since everything in my life is such a wreck. I don’t have to think with Dixon and that is the draw to keep going back. For however short a time I am beneath his hands, I forget to hate myself and the situation that is mostly my own doing.

  He grabs my hand, stopping me before I reach his zipper. I smile sweetly up at him and grab my phone.

  Payback. I type out, deleting it once I know he’s seen it. Reaching over he pulls my phone between us and types back.

  Don’t start a game u can’t win…

  Looking up, I check to make sure that Gunnar is still paying attention to the television and type.

  Game on!

  Taking my hand off my phone, I grab his arm and pull it away from my other hand, freeing it to go back to what I was doing before. I make sure that I’m careful so Gunnar doesn’t hear the zipper sliding down. My fingers wrap around Dixon’s length as I pull it out of his jeans without looking away from him. His eyes flick from me, to Gunnar, and back a few times as I stroke him, rolling my thumb over the tip and metal balls with every upstroke. Wrapping his fingers around the edge of the island, I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing as his knuckles whiten with the tightening of his grip.

  Gunnar starts to talk, and as hard as it is for him, Dixon answers. My slow torture has Dixon’s thighs clenching until he can’t handle it anymore. Grabbing my hand, he shoves it away and tucks himself back in, adjusting his cock with a pained look.

  “All right, guys, I’m gonna head home. I’m on call in a few hours.” With his head shaking, he leaves without even waiting for anyone to say goodbye.

  “That was weird,” Gunnar mumbles, pressing pause on the game.

  Maybe avoidance is what we need right now. I wonder if we let it go for a while and get back to the way things usually are, the kinks will work themselves out. Sliding off the stool, I step around the counter, and crawl into his lap. He burrows his face in my neck, pressing his lips against my collar bone like he always does and I sigh, sagging into him, but the second I get comfortable my phone vibrates. Reaching behind us, I grab my phone off the island and open the text from Dixon behind Gunnar’s head.

  Your ass. My house. NOW!

  I clench, rocking against Gunnar without even realizing it because of the threat I know is in Dixon’s words. Gunnar’s hands grip my hips, pulling me harder against him. For a second I almost contemplate texting Dixon back and telling him no. Until Gunnar opens his mouth again and halts my movements.

  “You haven’t seen Lynsey in few days, why don’t you text her and she what she’s doing. Maybe you should have a girls’ night.”

  Who does that? Who tells their wife to leave when she’s rocking her hips on their dick? Oh, that’s right, my husband. Yes, I did just have my hand on some other guy’s cock, and yes we have been fighting, but I’ve never pushed him away like this. I never would. The hurt in his dismissal stings. My heart sinks; hope for any kind of resolution between us tonight tumbles down the drain. Instead of upsetting him and possibly starting another argument that neither of us will deal with, I think on my toes and try not to sound disappointed when I speak.

  “Yeah, Mark just texted and said he hasn’t heard from her either. We probably should go find out what crawled up her ass before she starts throwing dildos at us the next time we work together.”

  I slip out of his grip and without kissing him goodbye, I grab my phone and keys as I walk out the door. Starting the car, I text Lynsey some shit about missing her face so she knows I need her to cover for me and speed out of the driveway. It doesn’t take long before I’m pulling up to Dixon’s house and my headlights bounce off the tailgate of his truck. Light fills the yard and it doesn’t take long for me to realize that Dixon is standing in the middle of the driveway watching me like a hawk. An extremely dangerous hawk. As soon as I shut the car off and step out, he’s on me. His fingers tangle in my hair, lips clash, teeth crash, and I’m left gasping for air the second he pulls back to rip my shirt over my head.

  “Game on?” he asks, an evil grin crossing his lips. “Were those your words? Did you actually make the mistake of tellin’ me game on, Sunshine?”

  “I wouldn’t call it a mistake,” I reply, tilting my head out of the way as he moves his lips over my neck and chest. “I think I got what I wanted.” More like what I needed right now. I need to forget, for all that hurt to disappear. I am desperate for Dixon to grab the reins I can’t hold on to and for just a little while make everything better. I have grown to rely on this, on him, to make me feel something other than the rejection that I feel coming from Gunnar lately. I can’t fix the things lingering between Gunnar and me alone and he doesn’t even seem to want to try. With Dixon, I don’t have to fix anything. It is what it is and all I have to do is feel. That I can do.

  “I think you’re gonna get more than you expected tonight.” Gripping the back of my thighs, Dixon hitches me up around his hips without an issue and wastes no time making his way into the house to his bedroom. I drag my teeth across his earlobe, earning me a slap to the ass before he tosses to me to the bed. Flipping my skirt out of the way, he dives between my legs, running his tongue along my slit. It’s just enough to drive me completely insane, but not enough to get me where I want to be.

  I scream his name, forgetting for a moment that I hate myself and my life as it is right now. Forgetting that no matter what I do there is no going back and fixing it.

  I moan his name, tightening my fingers in his hair to hold him where he is but Dixon wants no part of being held still. Pulling away from me, I’m left panting as he grabs something from underneath the bed. Without saying anything, he grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach and knees and slaps my ass. I gasp at the sudden sting, but rock back into him for more because I love the bite of pain.

  “I’ve always w
ondered how dirty I could make you. How far will you go, Kennedy? What will you let me do to you?”

  I tighten my fingers around his sheets when he dips a finger into me. It’s slow, teasing, and completely fucking tortuous and he knows it. Is there anything I wouldn’t let him do to me? At this point, no, probably not.

  “Anything,” I finally admit. “Anything you want to do to me, do it.”

  He makes this noise and I swear it’s a damn growl but I can’t be sure because it was so low. “Good answer, Sunshine, because that’s exactly what I plan on doin’.”

  Without warning, he drops his head back down, running his tongue from my clit to my ass, rolling it around there for a few seconds before retracing his path. My body flushes as I try to wiggle away but his rough hands on my hips hold me in place. I’m not sure if I’m blushing because of what Dixon is doing to me, or because of the fact that it feels really damn good and I don’t want him to stop. Ever. However, I am extremely glad I had just hopped out of the shower a few minutes before Dixon showed up at the house.

  Cold metal slides along my thigh, causing goosebumps to pop up across my skin. The top to a bottle pops open, causing me to flip my head around to see exactly what he thinks he’s doing. The teasing glint in his eye doesn’t match the calming tone in his voice at all.

  “Trust me?” he asks, setting a blue jeweled plug on my ass. I nod even though I’m not entirely positive. As much as I want it, it scares the hell out of me because I’ve never had anything in my ass before. “I’m not gonna hurt you, do you understand me?”

  “Yes.” I breathe, pressing my face into the mattress as he pours the cold lube down the crack of my ass. After running his finger through it, he works that finger slowly into my ass. I tense up, freaking out about what he’s doing when he grabs the plug. Pulling his finger free, he presses the tip of the plug against my ass, rolling it and pushing it in a little bit more with each movement. The pressure is different, not painful like I expected it to be, and the second the plug is settled the weight of it has me moaning.