The Dixon Brothers Trilogy: Hot Brits, Books 1-3

by Anna Durand

"Bloody hell." He grabs my hand before I can run my finger over him again. "This is wrong."

  "No, it's not." I guide his hand to my breast, molding it to my body with only the thin nightie separating my skin from his. "It felt so right when I was making myself come while imagining you were inside me. The fantasy of you rocked my world. Now I want the real thing."

  He stares at me, mouth open, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip.

  I press his hand more firmly to my breast. "Be my first time, Reese. Tonight."

  Chapter Seven

  Reese

  This beautiful, sexy girl is standing in front of me, holding my hand to her tit, asking me to fuck her. I've been propositioned before, several times, but never like this. Be my first time, she says. Only once was I a girl's first time, and that was my first time too. I want Arden. Want her like mad. But I keep hearing Chance's voice in my head telling me to be a good little boy and not ruin his fiancée's best friend, the sweet and sort of barmy girl who joined the Peace Corps and who believes in aliens.

  But her eyes are pleading with me, and her luscious body is tempting me with all those curves and those breasts, one of which I'm currently fondling. Because she shoved my hand onto it.

  Even a monk couldn't stop from getting hard if a woman did that to him. Particularly this woman. And particularly after what I saw her doing a few minutes ago. Honestly, I was hard the second I walked into the flat and found her enjoying one of her sex toys on the sofa.

  My mind decides to give me a vivid replay of that moment, of Arden writhing on the sofa while she fucks herself with a vibrator. Was that Rod? Maybe it had been Jack. Christ, I hope it wasn't Big Jim, because I have a feeling a real dick might have a hard time living up to a device that has a name like that.

  I'm still having trouble catching my breath. Her tit feels so good, supple and warm with the nipple stiff and pushing against my palm. She smells like sex, because she was giving herself a jolly good time a few minutes ago. The scent of it, musky and sweet, is eroding my willpower much too fast.

  "Arden," I say, trying to be mature and levelheaded about it, "I'm not sure we should do this. Chance and Elena---"

  "They don't run my life, or yours." She massages the back of my hand, the one wrapped around her breast. "I've waited long enough. You're nice, even if you are British, and you're so damn sexy. I want you, but if you don't want me..."

  "Of course I want you." I realize what she said a moment ago and ask, "Why did you say 'even if you are British'?"

  "Well, to be honest, when I think of British people, I picture the queen. She's, like, a thousand years old."

  "Do I look like the queen?"

  Her gaze slides up and down my body, then settles on my cock. She bites her lip. "No, you don't look anything like that."

  If she doesn't stop staring at my erection, I can't be held responsible for what I do.

  Leave her alone, Reese. It's Chance's voice again, repeating the words he said to me this morning. Don't do it. Keep your randy paws off Arden.

  Right. The same way Chance kept his randy paws off Elena on the night they met. He told me about that, but he probably wishes he hadn't. I can use it as an excuse to strip Arden naked.

  I shouldn't, but I want to. The need pounds inside me, like an alien creature has crawled into my body and demands I feed it Arden's pleasure.

  Maybe I've spent too much time around her. An alien? Get a grip, man.

  Lusting after Arden Clover Pesti might be wrong, but suddenly, I can't think of a single reason why I shouldn't take her up on that offer. After all, I'm the Dixon brother who does the wrong thing the right way.

  One more time, for the last time, I ask, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

  "Yes, Reese, I'm sure."

  "And you haven't been drinking or smoking anything?"

  "None of the above. Clean and sober and on fire for you."

  I pick her up and carry her into a bedroom, not really noticing or caring whose bedroom it is. It turns out to be Arden's. I set her down on her feet near the bed. The pink bed. Since I know this used to be Kyle Linwood's room, I'm sure he didn't put the pink sheets and fuzzy pink blanket on the bed. Stuffed animals are lined up along the headboard, on top of the pillows.

  "Does my girlie room bother you?" Arden asks. "I had my parents mail me some of my stuff, from my apartment back home."

  "It doesn't bother me. I've been in worse girlie rooms."

  Arden marches up to the headboard, stretches her arm halfway across the bed, which is as far as she can reach, and sweeps the stuffed animals off it. I watch as she crawls across the bed and shoves the rest of them onto the floor. When she climbs off the bed, her nightie rides up and reveals the round cheeks of her arse.

  She sashays up to me, tipping her head back to meet my gaze. "How do we start?"

  "By getting naked, Luscious."

  "Duh. Right." She whips her nightie off over her head and flings it away. "How's that?"

  I choke on whatever I'd been about to say, the words having flown straight out of my head. Arden is gorgeous, from her deliciously round tits to her deliciously round arse and those delicious little nipples that poke out at me like they're begging to be tasted. I pore my gaze over her, following her breasts down to her flat belly, and lower to the curly hairs that mark the spot where I want to have my head---between those creamy thighs, with my face buried in those hairs while I feast on her.

  "Why aren't you naked yet?" she asks, not sounding bossy, just seeming confused by the fact I'm standing here like a bloody moron.

  "Sorry, Luscious. Your beautiful body had me distracted."

  I tear my clothes off and ditch them on the floor. My dick is flying at full staff now, waving at Arden like it can't wait to get inside her. I can't wait. It's been years since I got this excited about being with a girl, but something about Arden makes me want her so badly I swear I can already taste her on my tongue.

  She bites her lip again.

  And that does me in.

  I grasp a handful of the covers and yank them off, leaving only the bottom sheet and the pillows on the bed.

  Arden giggles.

  Her breasts jiggle.

  I pick her up and drop her onto the bed. She bounces a little, which makes her tits jiggle again.

  "You are so gorgeous," I say while I crawl across the bed to straddle her. "Hands down the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

  She smiles shyly.

  Now she's shy? Not when she'd shoved my hand on her breast. Not when she'd asked me to be her first time. Definitely not when she stripped off her nightie. But now, when I'm about to take her body, suddenly she's acting shy.

  And I love it. She's so thoroughly... disarming.

  "You can still change your mind," I hear myself saying, though I can't believe I'm saying it.

  She shakes her head. "Not changing my mind."

  Crouched on all fours over her body, I dip my head to kiss her. She slips her tongue between my lips, a tentative exploration, and when I curl my tongue around hers, she dives deep. I kiss her slowly, taking my time to heighten her desire and get her ready for me. Of course, she's made herself ready with her little friend on the sofa. Mine won't be the first rod she's taken into her body, but I will be the first actual human to feel her wrapped around me.

  Just thinking about that makes me so hungry for her I can hardly breathe.

  Well, I might also have trouble breathing because she's devouring me like she wants to taste the back of my throat. I love her enthusiasm, but I have better plans for her.

  I give up her mouth and bend my arms so I can reach her tits. Her nipples stick straight up like tiny signposts guiding me to where I want to be, and I tease one of those peaks with my tongue, flicking it side to side, then up and down, until she starts to breathe more heavily. Her mouth opens and closes, over and over, while I tug her rigid peak into my mouth and suckle it.

  "Oh that's good," she moa
ns.

  The sultry tone of her voice fires a bolt of lust straight into my cock. I need to hurry if I'm going to last until I've got her melting for me, so I kiss and lick a path down her belly, crawling backward at the same time. I can smell her cream even more now, the scent of it intoxicating me and overpowering my senses---and my good sense. I want to thrust inside her right now. But I won't. This is her first time, and a vibrator isn't the same as a real man.

  When I reach her mound, I bury my face in all those curly hairs and suck in a deep draft of her feminine scent. Fuck, it's incredible. She moans, and I comb my fingers through those hairs, all the way down to her opening.

  "Reese," she breathes, "please hurry. I've waited so long..."

  She's already wet---drenched, actually---so maybe I don't need to take as much time as usual. But I never, never skimp on the foreplay. What kind of first time would that be? She deserves everything.

  I part her folds with two fingers, intending to get down to it, but I can't resist taking a moment to admire her body. All that beautiful, rosy flesh glistening with the proof of her desire for me. Or maybe that's for Rod.

  Why I ask, I can't say for sure. But I glance up at her and say, "What were you thinking about when you had that vibrator inside you?"

  She reaches down to ruffle my hair with her fingertips. "You, Reese. I was thinking about you the entire time. You're the reason I got so turned on that I needed to relieve the pressure."

  "You do realize an actual man is different from a mechanical device. For one thing, I don't vibrate." I smirk. "Usually."

  "Ha-ha. I know a man is different. I might be kooky, but I'm not stupid."

  "I know. Just wanted to make sure you don't have... impossible expectations."

  She raises her brows and gives me a teasing smile. "Are you going to do me sometime this year? Or do I need to break out Big Jim to get the job done?"

  "Is that a challenge?"

  "Totally."

  "Well, in that case..."

  I suck her clit into my mouth and keep sucking hard until a sharp cry erupts out of her and she half whimpers, half shouts, "Yes, Reese, yes!" I take her taut nub between my teeth and tug, then swirl my tongue around it until her breathing turns into staccato panting.

  "Oh God," she moans. "I'm about to---"

  That's when I stop. I pull my mouth away and lick the flavor of her off my lips. "That's good enough, right? You can suck me off, and we're done."

  She gapes at me, her cheeks speckled with pink and her breasts heaving. "What? I---What?"

  "Relax, I'm joking."

  Her eyes roll upward. She shuts her lids and shakes her head. "You are such a dick."

  "No, I have a dick. There's a difference, Luscious." I move her thighs further apart, giving myself another moment to appreciate her rosy flesh that's swollen and slick, the perfect cradle for my cock. Then I realize something. "Shit. I forgot the condom."

  Arden makes a sound I can best describe as complete frustration mixed with sheer lust. "You didn't bring one? What kind of man-whore are you? I would've thought you'd always have one on you."

  "I do." Patting her thigh, I slide off the bed to find my trousers. Once I've retrieved the condom from the hip pocket, I climb back onto the bed to straddle her again. I wave the condom packet at her. "See? I'm a respectable man-whore after all."

  "Oh thank God," she whimpers. "I want you, not Big Jim."

  "Glad to hear I rank higher than your sex toy." I get the condom on and kneel between her thighs, encouraging her to bend her knees. "Are you ready?"

  "Yes, you asshole, I've been ready forever and ever."

  Though I try not to, I can't stop the chuckle that spills out of me. "You're even sexier when you're frustrated. But I hope you'll have something nicer to say than 'asshole' when I'm done."

  Before she can say anything else, I push inside her.

  Chapter Eight

  Arden

  Oh. My. God. This feels so incredibly, unbelievably, mind-blowingly amazing. Reese slides into me inch by inch, taking time to let me adjust every step of the way. He looked big, but now that I'm feeling all of him, the only thing I can say is wow. His cock is thick and firm and hot. He glides inside me, lubricated by my body and how outrageously wet I am for him.

  Partway in, he pauses. "Is this all right? Does it hurt?"

  "No, it feels good. Really good."

  "What about now?" He pushes a little harder, but only goes in a tiny bit deeper. "Does that hurt?"

  I suddenly realize what he must be worried about. "Don't worry. I broke that silly hymen a long time ago."

  His brows shoot up. "You did? With what, Big Jim?"

  "No, that was before I had a vibrator. I used the handle of a hairbrush."

  "Why would you do that?"

  "To get off." I tighten my muscles around him, making him suck in a breath. "Don't stop, please. I'm fine, and I need more of you. So shove that big, gorgeous dick in there harder."

  He splutters, like he's about to either laugh or choke, or maybe both.

  But he does it. He pulls out until only the head of his cock grazes my entrance, then he thrusts into me with one long, firm, powerful stroke. It's so good, so perfect, so much better than I even imagined. He fills me, consumes me, touches part of me no one and nothing, not even Big Jim, has touched before. Yeah, it's a little uncomfortable at first. I'm not used to having something so big inside me, but I get used to it quickly. And I love it.

  "You feel so awesome," I say, desperate to touch him, but I can't. He's kneeling between my legs, holding my thighs while he thrusts in and out, in and out. "That's it, just like that. I love the way you fill me up. Don't stop. I want to feel you come inside me."

  He groans deeply, his eyes sliding shut, the look on his face evincing pure pleasure, like I'm the best thing he's ever felt. "Ah, Arden. You're so tight and hot and slick." His whole face scrunches up. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

  "I will. I'm going to. I---" A cry disrupts my words as I clutch the pillow under my head and lift my hips in my desperate need to take him as far inside as humanly possible. A climax builds within me, like a tsunami rolling across the ocean, getting higher and higher the closer it barrels toward the shore. I know I'll come soon, any second, and I can't wait to feel that happen while he's driving into me. "Yes, Reese, more. Harder. Faster. Please, I need you to---"

  He growls---swear to God he does, like a ravenous animal---then plants his hands on the bed at either side of me and lunges into me so hard and so deep and so fast that I can't hold back anymore. That tsunami crashes through me while I scream his name and lash all my limbs around him, my body milking him so fiercely I wonder if I'm hurting him. Oh shit, this is better than I imagined, better than I could ever have hoped.

  Reese lets out a deep, throaty roar and plows into me with the hardest thrust ever. Then he freezes and shouts. I feel him pulsing, then he backs out and plows into me again, harder, his face wrenched with pleasure-pain. I feel him pulse again as he calls out my name in a strangled shout.

  We're both gasping for breath.

  He drops onto the bed beside me, landing on his back.

  Neither of us speaks for a minute. I can't speak for sure, and I'm betting he feels the same way. Breathless. Awestruck. So completely satisfied that there's no word for it in any language on earth.

  "Wow," I say when I can finally speak. "Wow. I mean... wow, Reese, wow."

  He laughs softly. "Would you like to say 'wow' a few more times? To make sure I heard you. I may have gone blind and deaf from what we did."

  "If you know I said 'wow,' you're not deaf." I wave a hand in his face. "Can you see that?"

  "Yes, I see it." He grabs my hand and thrusts my middle finger into his mouth, releasing it little by little. "And I taste it."

  His voice gets lower and sexier when he says that, and it makes my clit throb.

  I don't know if I can survive another orga
sm right now, so I tell him, "Please stop sounding all hot and hungry like that. It's making me horny again."

  "And that's a bad thing?" He rolls onto his side to face me and feathers his lips over mine. "You are not only the sexiest woman I've ever seen. You're also hands down the best shag I've ever had."

  "But I'm a virgin."

  "Not anymore." He lays a hand over my mound, those long fingers curving over it, down between my thighs. "This belongs to me now. Finders keepers and all that bollocks."

  "My vagina is not your property." I flip onto my side, gazing into his eyes. "But you can have a lease with option to buy."

  He screws up his mouth, averting his gaze. "I'm not the sort who buys anything, not even a car."

  "I wasn't begging you to marry me, Reese. It was a joke, that's all."

  He lays back on the bed and rubs a hand over his eyes. "Maybe I've made a big mistake by taking your virginity. Naturally, you'll think of me as... someone special, or something."

  "No, I won't. Promise." But I do feel kind of connected to him, which is dumb since I've known him for a smidge more than twenty-four hours. Still, that soft, glowy feeling in my chest is spreading into my tummy, and I think I might be in trouble. But I tell him, "Don't worry. I won't get all attached to you and cyber-stalk your fine ass after you go home to England."

  "Hmm." Reese lifts his arm, a clear invitation to cuddle up, so I do. He folds his arm around me, his fingers caressing my skin. "I like you, Arden, and this was bloody fantastic. But nobody can know what we've done. Chance and Elena wouldn't like it."

  "Yeah, I guess you're right. Hurting them would suck, and it's not worth it since neither of us wants more than sex. And we're done with that."

  I say the words---and intellectually, I mean them---but that glowy sensation won't leave me alone. Maybe it's the afterglow of a monumental orgasm. Maybe in a few hours, it'll go away. I don't want a relationship. All I wanted was to cross that finish line, and I've done it. Reese did it, actually. And holy wow, did he ever do a spectacular job.

  "Good, we're agreed," he says, still holding me close. "One amazing night, and it's over."