“Of course, sweetheart.” I lean down and give her a peck on the cheek.
“I like you, Eden.” She smiles.
I laugh. “I like you too, sweetheart.” I pull a stray hair out of her eye and pat her head. She turns and closes her eyes.
This all seems too comfortable and not right on one hand and completely right on the other. The kids are somehow getting used to whatever this is. We say our goodnights and leave the room.
“Thanks again,” I call out to Dixon who looks like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough.
“Don’t mention it,” he says, but he doesn’t turn around.
“I’m … um … going to take a shower. Do you think we could … uh … talk afterward?” I ask. He’s already at his bedroom door when he turns to acknowledge me.
“Yeah, okay,” he replies curtly and closes the door in my face.
Ouch! I must have really messed up somehow. I need to find a way to make it right.
I hop into the shower and wash my hair. I put on my pajamas and head out toward the kitchen. I’m hoping to make myself a chamomile tea, so I will be calm before I venture to find out where I went wrong with Dixon.
Eden is seriously an infuriating woman. Why does she have to be so sweet and sexy? And if that isn’t enough, my baby girl, Macy, is getting a little too attached to her. It makes me wonder what type of mother my ex is that Macy is craving that connection with a woman. It bothers me because I try to give my children everything I can. I have limitations, though. I’m clearly not motherly.
I’m guessing Eden must have realized that she pissed me off last night and thus she requested we talk. If she only understood that staying in this angst-filled state until she departs would make our lives much easier. At least this way I can’t screw up and come on to her. She may think I’m oblivious, but I know when I affect a woman. I notice how she holds her breath. I can see the excitement dancing in her eyes. I know I’m nice to look at. I’ve always been that way, but I also know that with Eden it’s different. She’s different to me, like she was the first time I kissed her when we were younger, beautiful, innocent Eden. She hasn’t lost any of it, the innocence, her purity. Maybe that’s how she ended up with asshat. He must have sensed her vulnerability and good heart.
I’m about to leave my room in a pair of boxers like I did last night, but then I tell myself not to be a dick. It makes her uncomfortable when I’m half naked. I throw on a pair of black lounge pants and grab a white tee then head for the kitchen. My breath hitches when I walk in and see her reach for the tea. The short pair of shorts she’s wearing lift, revealing her firm ass and placing her long, slender legs on display. My mouth waters at the sight, and I take an extra-large gulp.
“Hey,” I say, my voice a little too gruff.
She takes her tea and turns around.
HOLLY HELL. She’s wearing a white tank top. Is this woman trying to kill me or make me lose self-control? Her hair is wet and tousled, falling on her shoulders, and her feline eyes look submissive as she stares back at me.
“Oh, Dick … do you want something to … uh … drink?” she asks, clearly nervous.
“I may pour myself a shot of cognac,” I reply. I need to calm the fuck down. “Do you want some for your tea?” I ask playfully, thinking she will reject the offer.
She looks at her cup and tilts her head to the side. “Uh, yeah, sure.” She takes her mug and follows me to the family room where I have a mini bar set up. I pour a nice shot into her cup and then pour myself a shot too. I take a large gulp.
“So what’s on your mind?” I ask as we stand glaring at each other in the dark room.
“Can we take a seat?” She looks over to the couch. She looks tired. Beautiful, but tired.
We take a seat beside each other. I place my arm causally on the backrest. I don’t know why I’m even nervous. I don’t get nervous around women. Maybe it’s more that I know she’s off-limits, and I’m not sure I will control myself, especially sitting here with her like this in the same place I sunk into her for the first and only time.
“I upset you last night.” Her words pull me back into the present. “I didn’t mean to. You’ve been so kind to me and Grant. I don’t know how I will ever repay you,” she begins.
“I’m not looking for repayment.”
“I know,” she answers with the same timid tone.
Go easy, Dick. She’s fragile, I remind myself. She has the face of an angel, and I take in her beautiful features in the dark room. Her light blue eyes, her small nose that slightly dips … I hate seeing the bruise around her eye. It’s faded, but it’s still there. It enrages me that he did this to her.
“I fear that I misjudged you. It seems that you want the media or maybe people to perceive you as an asshole. I’m not sure why someone would want that. I can see that isn’t true, though. You’re a great father. You’re a good friend,” she says with a soft smile. “I was wondering why you got divorced.” She laughs nervously. “You said we could talk about it, and well … you know what there is to know about me. All the ugly details.” She waves to her eye. “I’m wondering what happened between you and your wife?” she asks and my heart sinks. It’s not something I ever talk about. I went to great lengths to ensure the real story was never revealed in the media. It’s a dead topic to me, not one I wish to discuss.
I stand up from the couch and walk over to the fireplace. I’m not sure how to do this. She needs a friend. I’m assuming it means she expects me to open up the way she has. Even though she did blurt out some information, I’m guessing she never would have had it not been for her fever. She stands up to follow me. A moment later, I feel her hand on my shoulder.
“Dixon,” she says. It’s eerie that she isn’t calling me Dick. I prefer Dick. It’s easier to be him. He walks around like he doesn’t give a shit. He takes what he wants, when he wants. Life is easier. Dixon has only been left alone, abandoned. Dixon gets his heart smashed to pieces.
I lift my head to look at her … to really look at her. “You’re so beautiful,” I sigh. Did I really say that out loud?
“You don’t want to talk about it?” she asks.
“Not particularly. Maybe one day, but not today,” I answer, gazing into her eyes. I’m mesmerized.
She runs her hand over my scalp. My hair is buzzed so I can feel her soft skin. “Okay, I understand,” she whispers and I feel her breath hit me. “I just want you to know that I’m done assuming. In fact, right now I’m only assuming the best.” Her lips turn up and her eyes dance.
“Don’t! I will only disappoint you,” I reply with warning. It’s the truth. I’m always truthful. She should know up front.
“I find that hard to believe. You seem loyal.”
I want to laugh out loud at that comment. I hold it in because right now my lips are aching to kiss her.
“Eden …”
I turn my head and run my thumb along her jaw. Then I trace her lips, and her eyes close, reveling in my touch. There it is … the effect. I want her so bad. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I’ve been dreaming about her nonstop. I need to get her out of my system.
“Dixon,” she answers with a raspy voice filled with need.
I take in a lungful of air as my lips collide with hers. I know I need to be slow and easy, but I’m fast and hard as my mouth claims her lips and all reason flies out the window. She wraps her arms around my neck and takes what I have to give. Our tongues lash, take, taste. She tastes like innocent sweetness, and I can feel my dick throbbing.
With her arms wrapped around my neck, I wrap my arms around her waist and walk her over to the couch, laying her flat on her back. She stares up at me, and I can see her need. It’s driving me wild. Thinking of the fact that her husband didn’t tend to her properly, and how horny and wound up she is, turns me into a primitive savage who wants to fuck her relentlessly. My need for her burns like a fiery inferno. Leaning over her, I take her lips again as my erection presses between her l
egs. Through the haze she pushes into me, needing the friction as much as I do.
She suddenly lets out a little moan. “Oh no, Dixon. I think I can come from the simple fact that you’re grinding into me. This so embarrassing.” She stops and covers her face.
“Eden, don’t cover yourself. You are so beautiful. So very beautiful.” I look away from her for a moment. “Peaches, I remember staring at you when we played cards in the hall. Across the classroom, in the library when you tutored me, fantasizing about you,” I suddenly admit.
“Really?” her tone is filled with shock. “Simple me?”
“Peaches, you were never simple. You’re just naturally beautiful. You don’t need heavy makeup. You don’t need to try hard. You’re eyes are the most exotic thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not trying to sweet-talk you here. It’s true. I always thought about your face. Every night when we parted in the hall and every morning when I waited for you to walk to school together,” I say propping myself above her. I’ve come undone from one kiss. I’m revealing all my truths. This woman has somehow vexed me with one kiss. I need to shut the fuck up. “Say something,” I say needing to hear something. Anything.
Her hands wrap around my neck, and she pulls me back to her lips, kissing me passionately. I groan a throaty growl into her lips and move my face down her chest, using one hand to push away her bra and free one nipple. It’s perky and rosy. As I close my mouth over her nipple, her back bucks off the couch.
“Dixon, I …” she begins to say, and I sense she may be close to coming again.
As erotic as it is to have her come this way, I have a dying need to touch her elsewhere. I slip my hand into her shorts and fuck, she isn’t wearing panties and her pussy is dripping wet. I let out a grunt. My erection grows even harder, if that were even possible.
Sliding a finger inside her tight pussy, she begins to grind her hips into me. Her need is overpowering. She’s so damn horny it’s killing me to hold myself together.
“Dixon, I …” She pauses. “The way you touch me …” Her words are drowned out by heavy breaths and sexy moans.
“I need to taste you. Wait,” I urge her to hold back her orgasm and prop myself up, tugging off her shorts. I separate her legs and dip my head between her thighs, like a man that hasn’t had a meal in weeks, lapping at her wetness. She rises off the couch and as I suck her clit she yells out. Since the last time I ate her sweet pussy, I’ve been craving her like an addict.
I place a hand over her mouth. “Shhh! The kids,” I remind her. I don’t need anyone disturbing us now. She nods and takes a throw pillow and places it on her face. I continue to lap and suck her sweet juices.
“Dixon, I can’t. I think I’m going to come. Dixon, please.” I’m not sure if she wants me to stop but I can’t. I need her coming undone like she did the other night.
Her folds begin to swell, her thighs shake, and hot damn, it’s sexy. “Dixon, I …” she begins, but I show no remorse as my tongue picks up speed, running over her little bundle of nerves.
Her moans grow louder and her body convulses. Her stomach muscles contract, and she completely lets go. I’m so hungry for her I can’t stop. I don’t want the taste of her on my tongue to end. I need those sweet, little moans engrained in my brain forever because after tonight this can never happen again. She was a fascination I had to get out of my system. I lift myself over her and remove the pillow from her face. She looks completely flushed, sated, and a lot more relaxed.
“Hey.” I smile and kiss her lips lightly.
“That was …” She’s speechless and my chest inflates.
I begin to kiss her again. It grows hungry fast. I need inside her like I need to breathe air. She begins to rip off my T-shirt and her mouth moves to my neck. She isn’t sure about herself. I can feel it. It bothers me.
I move in beside her, and she lowers my pants and boxers so I’m buck naked and hard as rock in front of her. She runs her hands over my body as if she’s learning it or maybe cherishing it. She isn’t like other women I’ve been with. She’s fragile, that’s for sure, but she isn’t only after sex. At least that’s the impression I’m suddenly getting. It scares me because I don’t have anything to offer her. Her palm runs over the tattoo on my lower abdomen.
“What does it represent?” she asks. I knew she wanted to get to know the real me, and this proves it. As good as it feels coming from her, I have to tamp things down. It’s going to be fucking difficult considering how hard I am.
“It represents a lot of things,” I reply.
“That’s ambiguous.” She smiles.
“It’s a story for another time.” I shut her down. She frowns.
It makes me feel like shit, but she’s getting under my skin and I need to stop it right now. I’m sure a good hour of jacking off in the shower will take care of the case of blue balls I’m giving myself. She leans in to kiss my neck, soft kisses that spread down my chest. It feels so good. Her kisses heat me up even more. Her tongue darts out, tasting my skin as she lowers down to my abdomen. She’s so close to my dick I’m sure she’s going to suck me off. Argh!! The thought of her sucking me off is sweet heaven. I can’t imagine anything better than those lush lips wrapped around my cock. She makes the final descent. I groan and it’s throaty and harsh.
HEAVEN.
“Eden, you’ve got to stop or I’m going to blow,” I warn her, secretly hoping she will never stop.
My hands run along her back, up and down her soft skin, and I feel like I’m in a free-fall. I want to bury myself deep inside her sweet pussy next. I realize I don’t have a condom in my pajama pants.
“You taste so good,” she rasps out.
“It feels so good,” I respond, hoping to encourage her. I’m about to completely lose it. “Eden, you need to stop. I’m going to come,” I warn again.
“Come, Dixon. I want to taste your cum,” she says. Holy hell … all coherence leaves me as I come hard and fast into her mouth. It’s sweet, sweet heaven. I didn’t expect her to want to do this, but I’m pleasantly surprised. My breathing is ragged and I’m floating.
That was the best blow job I’ve ever had, and I’ve had many. She reaches to the floor to use her tank top to wipe some cum off her mouth. I want to marry this girl. The second I think the thought, something flips off in my mind. I can’t do this, not with her. These last few days have been too comfortable. I let my guard down. I scramble to sit up and look for my shirt that she discarded to the floor moments ago. I flip it over my head and work my pants on next. Then I register the confusion on her face. Fuck! I should’ve warned her I was messed-up. I should not have allowed for any of this to happen. I’m weak. She made me feel weak.
“What’s going on, Dixon? Was that not good?” Her question stops me in my tracks, and I squint as my fingers go to my temples. What the hell do I do now?
“It’s not that, Eden.”
“I get it. It’s okay. I’m bad at sex. I’m assuming it’s why my husband had to go to other women. I couldn’t satisfy him either.” She reaches for her tank top and uses it to cover the most perfect set of plump breasts I have ever seen.
“It’s not that. You’re reading this wrong. It’s just that I have nothing to offer you.” Shit! I sound like an asshole.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asks, scrambling to get her shorts back on.
“It’s been a long night, Eden. It’s late. Let’s just call it a night.” As I say the words, I can see that I’ve completely gutted her right now. It makes me hate myself even more than I already do. I can’t seem to get anything right.
With her clothes back on, she reaches for her spiced up tea and holds it to her chest. “Good night, Dixon.” She storms off and I stand frozen.
Another colossal mess up. Only this one stings in my chest. I’ve never had it sting in my chest.
I lie in bed tossing and turning. I can’t fall asleep. Fear grips me by the throat because I don’t want her to leave. Thoughts of the day my ex-wife and I brok
e up run through my head.
I had just found out days before that Google was buying out Socialite. The astronomical check had just gone through at the bank account. I was all over every news channel—an overnight success. What does that mean anyway? I had worked countless years since I was a teenager, formulating algorithms. It wasn’t overnight. My blood and sweat earned every penny I made. I was determined to have a better life. I wasn’t going to be the monumental screw-up that my father had been. I was married to Cassidy. She was my life. Jaden and Macy were my life. We were a happy family. I had everything I ever wanted: a family to love and enough money to support them and their children. I didn’t want anything else. I was a happy man. I came home from the office early. The kids were in daycare, even though Cassidy was a stay-at-home wife. They were small, but she needed time for herself, and I always tried to be the understanding husband. We weren’t living in this penthouse yet, but we still had a nice three-bedroom apartment. I walked through the door as the adrenaline from receiving such a huge check pumped through my blood. I wanted to find my wife and fuck her senseless. This was a good day. My hard work paid off. Our family would never know poverty. My children would never have to suffer like I did. The sound of running water drew me to the master bedroom. As I pictured the warm water running over her tight body, my dick hardened and I began to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt, readying myself to join her. Dropping my shirt to the floor, I moved to undoing my black pants. Steam created a foggy screen on the glass shower doors, but I noticed her palms pressed into the glass and figured she was enjoying the stream of the water on her hot body. Opening the shower door a soft moan escaped her lips. A slow smile formed on my mouth at the thought of her getting herself off in the middle of the day. Taking a step into the steam, I was ready to help her get there … only my eyes betrayed me because my best friend and business partner, Carter Hale, was pounding into my wife from behind. With both of their eyes closed, it took them a moment to notice that I was naked and standing there. Enveloped by the stench of anger and betrayal, I gripped Carter by his long ass hair and whipped him into the glass wall as Cassidy began screaming frantically.
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