Page 38 of Heart of Dixie
I took her lips again and sucked her tongue into my mouth. “I want to love you, princess. I want to make memories with you. I want you to think of me when you go back to California and—”
She pushed me away and ran out the door. “Dixie?”Fuck!Maybe I should have paid more attention totaking care of it. Had I pushed her too fast? Too far? I took a step after her, but got no further than the doorway before she shoved me back into the room. I landed on the bed. On my back. Staring into her laughing eyes.
She beamed as she dropped her skirt to the floor and crawled to straddle me. “I said not to tease me.” She tossed a handful of multi-color condoms onto the bed like confetti.
I pulled her over me, then rolled us until she was beneath me. My heart was thundering, my cock was throbbing, and my girl was grinning. “What’s so funny, princess?”
She kissed my mouth and let her lips slide across to whisper in my ear, “It’s a story for later.” My cock sprang free when she reached between us and shoved my shorts to my knees. I took it from there until they landed on the floor. When she reached for it, I grabbed for her hands. “Not just yet, princess. Although I’m wild about this lace you’re wearing, you have far too many clothes on.” I reached behind her back and freed her breasts, then slid the fabric up the length of her arms until they were raised overhead. I loosely draped the material around her wrists. “Keep these right here like a good girl. Don’t move them.” When I met her gaze, her eyes had gone from melted chocolate to pure obsidian.
Her hips pulsed and rocked into me as if searching for relief. I buried my lips between her breasts and nibbled my way lower. And then lower. Until I passed the elastic waist of her panties. I peeled them down her legs, and then regrouped to nip at the pale flesh that led to her inner thigh.
She lifted onto her elbows, a playful tilt to her lips. “You’re teasing again, Deke.” My dick throbbed against my belly. It wanted to know when the action was starting, too. “Not promising anything I don’t plan to deliver, princess.” I grasped the flesh behind her knees and tugged. “Pull these up for me, babe. That’s a girl.” Dixie drew her knees up, exposed my target.
Her scent reached me first. The smell of passion. Of promise. I swiped my flattened tongue against her swollen bud and she rocked into my face. It felt like the goddamn future.
I licked and sucked her tender flesh as she keened and panted and bucked her pleasure. When her legs stiffened and quivered, I clasped her shins and pressed her knees to her chest. She screamed my name and rode out her climax with my face buried in her pulsing core.
Her entire body collapsed and I scrambled up her figure to loosen her wrists and draw her in my arms. My pulsing erectionslid through her wet heat on the way up, and now I was the one being teased.
The lavender curtains fluttered in the breeze from the fan, and foil condom wrappers crinkled beneath my foot. I reached for the closest one and regarded the wrapper curiously. “Ribbed for her pleasure.” I peered closer at the variety scattered around us. “Holy shit, Dixie! It’s a motherlode.” Flavored, vibrating, you name it, it was represented. Enough protection for an entire senior prom. I’d just rocked her world for the first time today, but she may have overestimated my staying power. Some of my blood was heading north to heat my face. “Dixie, you didn’t bring all these for me, did you? Because I’d hate to disappoint you.”
Her eyes danced; she teased me with a peck at the corner of my mouth. “After your performance so far, I can’t imagine you ever disappointing me. But I may not have been as surprised as I let on when you found Cooter’s Viagra.”
The relief was immediate; my blood surged back to my pecker. “Let me guess. You found his stash of rubbers in his nightstand?” Seemed like a fine time to rip one of those suckers open. I sheathed myself and lined up with her center.
For the second time this afternoon, her cheeks tinged pink. From that little taste of heaven as my erection nudged her core? I pulsed against her again and she gasped. “Not in the nightstand. A box. In the closet.” Her words came in gasps now. I covered her lips with mine and cut them off altogether. She rocked her hips against mine as I thrust into her in a steady rhythm.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and the thrill of it shot straight to my balls. “Dildos and handcuffs too.”Dildos? She wanted dildos? My slow, easy tempo picked up until I was rocketing into her and the headboard was banging against the wall. “Jesus, Deke, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Don’t stop?I couldn’t fucking stop if Cooter rose from the dead and stood in the doorway waving his shotgun. Her arms reached around me and her hands grabbed the straining flesh of my ass. My lips found hers and landed only briefly before they swept across her cheek and landed in the curve of her neck. I buried my face there while I pumped into her uncontrollably. The heat of her surrounded me. Her moans goaded me. Her inner walls pulsed around my stiff shaft and oh, thank fucking God, she was close.
My heart thundered. My balls tightened and my brain criedNo!Wait!as I reached between us to give her the push she needed to get over the edge. Her clit had to be tender, but I gave the slick surface a few slow circles with my thumb. “Come on, Dixie. Go get it, princess. I’ll catch you.” That was all it took. My girl bowed off the bed, my name on her lips, her hands full of my ass, and then I jerked myself into her two quick times and found my own release.
I collapsed on top of her, then immediately raised myself to my forearms and skimmed my hair out of my face; droplets of sweat dripped down my temples. I dropped a kiss to her lips, to her cheek, to the corner of her eye. “Damn, we do that good, girl.”
Her shoulders shook within my arms. “Baby, you okay? Did I hurt you?” Something about Dixie made me lose my head. Not only was she hot as fuck—I propped up on my elbow and peered into her face. “You’re laughing? Dixie, that was perfection. What the hell are you laughing at?”
Then her hand was there to cover my cheek, to comfort me. “Not you, Deke.” She released me to wave her finger and point out the brightly colored packages adorning the bed and dissolved into giggles. “Flavored and vibrating? That sweet Elsie Hoffer; I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again.”
I threw my arm over her and collapsed against her back in a fit of laughter. This girl. She could be stern and fierce, and frankly, scary, when she needed to make her point to clients, but did she realize she was also regaining a kernel of the girl she left behind when she ran away to the big city? The first to jump in, the first to laugh. And all while holding her heart in reserve.
That reminder had my heart squeezing.
Her ass bounced when I gave it a slap. “You still planning to pack up candy land, babe?” I threw my legs over the side of the bed and forced myself to move from the bed to dispose of the condom.
It was pure torture watching her stretch, her eyes on me as I dressed. I pulled my shorts up and leaned over her. She rolled toward me when the mattress dipped and she giggled again. “Not gonna happen with you ogling me.” I held her hands down when she reached for me, and dropped a teasing kiss on the fullness of her bottom lip that would have to tide us both over. Then I forced myself out of the candy-colored room so Dixie could box up her childhood.
The nasty pondout front was drying up nicely—which meant Blake had to forgo his mud wrestling adventure and therefore keep his girlfriend. I found a hand truck out in the shed and counted that my second win of the day. No matter there were only twenty-seven boxes so far, I’d be the one schlepping those suckers up and down the porch steps and around the house to the little tin building around back, one at a time. Rolling them three at a time, I spent the afternoon contemplating myself and Dixie, and whatever this relationship of ours was. I was a smart guy—technically a genius—and Dixie had given me no reason to suspect she’d consider staying. No, her life was on the west coast and she seemed eager to return. I knew that from thebeginning. I kept that in mind along the way. But somewhere during the journey of the past couple of days, sneaking optimism had managed to weasel its way into my subconscious. Maybe something would change. Maybe she’d decide to stay. Maybe my wish of ten years ago would finally come true.
Maybe she would actually live in the house I built for her.
Maybe I was still a dork after all.
A seedling of hope. All it needed was a food source and a dose of sunlight for it to flourish.
If I was wise I’d yank it before it had time to take root.
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