Dick (Bad Boys #1)

by R. C. Stephens

  His lips crash into mine before I can finish my sentence. He lowers himself so that we are the same level and fucks my lips like it’s his last breath. He pulls away for a moment and looks into my eyes, his arms hooked around my waist.

  “I love you so much.” His voice is heavy and raw.

  “Me too.” I run a hand across his cheek. He stole my heart when I was a young girl. I spent my life loving the illusion of him, and now he’s real and loves me back.

  “I’m so sorry. I should never have tried to make things work with Blythe. I’ve been miserable. I can’t stop thinking of you. I love you,” I confess, laughing out loud and crying at the same time.

  “Oh, Eden.” He wraps his arms around my back tight and holds me close to him. Then he takes a step back and dips his face to my belly. “Did you hear that, princess? We’re going to be a family.” My love for this man grows deeper.

  “Dixon,” I whisper. I want to tell him how he broke my heart years ago when he disappeared, and now after all those years and all my pain, his simple words and commitment has melded my heart back together. “Are you ready for a crying baby? I mean you know how it is …” I trail off, unsure if he has really thought through what he’s getting himself into.

  “I have two kids, Eden. I know what a small baby entails. I can’t wait to raise this baby with you and have more babies with you.” He smirks and his eyes brighten with mischief.

  “How many babies are we talking here?” I ask playfully.

  “I don’t know, babe, maybe seven or eight. For some reason I’m finding the pregnant version of you incredibly sexy. I can’t wait to sink inside you.” I gasp at the thought as my core clenches from his words alone.

  With intense emotion, he dips his head and our lips connect. The kissing grows heated fast.

  He growls. “We better stop. It would be very easy for me to take you right here.” I would love nothing more than for him to make passionate love to me, but this isn’t the place or time.

  “I better get dressed,” I say, feeling the flush in my face.

  “Okay.” He removes his hands from my waist and I slip my clothes on quickly.

  “I have to get back to school. I only took off the first two periods,” I explain.

  “Okay, I will take you,” he says and it isn’t an offer.

  “I can’t. I have my car here.”

  “Eden. I will take you. I’ll send someone to pick up your car. You and Grant are going to move back in with me. Yeah?” He waits for confirmation.

  “Yeah.” I smile.

  He smiles.

  “Good. I’ll arrange to have all your things moved in. You’re calling your attorney and telling her we want the quickest divorce New York has ever seen.” He grins.

  “I can do that.” I shake my head, wondering how I wasted so much time with Blythe when I had this perfect man waiting for me on the sidelines.

  “Blythe isn’t going to take the news well,” I say, hating to mention his name in this perfect moment.

  “Seriously, who cares what asshat thinks? He had his chance and he blew it.”

  “You’re right. I still need to inform him somehow, though. That is when he gets back to town or answers his phone.”

  “I’ll send a company to move your things. You aren’t meeting him on your own anymore.” I love this alpha protective side of him.

  I know better than to argue with him now. Just like he knew me well enough not to push when I tried to fix things with Blythe. I think he understood I had to figure things out for myself, or else maybe I would have carried the guilt of leaving Blythe forever. I knew all along Dixon was the only man for me. It was never about that. My guilt and sense of obligation to Blythe held me back. I now understand it wasn’t fair to my son, my future daughter, or me to live a life vacant of love and laughter. I know with Dixon we will feel loved, and we will enjoy life together as a family. Two abandoned kids from Williamsburg, who despite all odds found their way back to each other, and created a beautiful family. A family worth cherishing and a life worth living. Dixon Crawford was my first kiss. Now I know he will be my last.

  “Oh, Oh, Oh. Dixon, please. You’ve gotta to stop. Oh. I’m going to scream. Loud,” I warn between ragged breathes. He doesn’t stop though. With his face buried between my thighs and his devilish tongue working me over, I’m a trembling mess. I take a pillow and place it over my head. Begging him to stop won’t do me any good. I’ve learned that. He says the walls of the ranch have extra insulation in them with soundproof drywall. I want to believe that exists because I can’t hold on much longer.

  Speaking from between my thighs, he says, “Don’t worry, Peaches.” The way he calls me Peaches only when we are intimate drives me wild. It’s possessive and loving. “Kids can’t hear you. I paid lots of extra money to ensure our room is completely soundproof.” The loss of his tongue on my clit is like sweet agony. I need it back on me, doing what he does best.

  “Okay, okay.” I urge my hips into him as he laps relentlessly at my core. Then it comes. The fireworks. My grand finale before the real finale. I come like a wild bull, bucking my hips, my legs trembling. My breaths are ragged as I’m engulfed by ecstasy and Dixon’s wicked tongue.

  Before Dixon, I didn’t experience pleasure or lust. I didn’t experience love. I thank my lucky stars. I was showered with love the day I moved in with Dixon. Lucky for me, he likes to love me a lot, which is nice since it makes up for all those lonely nights before him. Nights that are now a far off memory.

  I come down from my high, still aching for his thick cock to be buried inside me. He falls back on the bed, his chest heaving, and his eyes glazed over. I love this look on him with his wet lips covered in my juices. It’s so fucking hot.

  “Eden, I need you to ride me,” he says, rubbing his pulsating cock. I lick my lips in anticipation as I straddle him. He inserts his cock inside me, filling me. Once I’ve adjusted to his size, I find my rhythm. Our rhythm.

  “Fuck me hard and fast, Peaches. We don’t have much time. Stella will be up any minute.” I pick up my speed, leaning forward and rubbing my breasts along his chest. He lets out a throaty growl as he thrusts his hips into me.

  My core heats up, building, chasing the orgasm I’m so desperate for. It doesn’t matter that he fucked me hard last night; my body craves him anew. It finally hits and I detonate all over again, rubbing his cock along my bundle of nerves as the sweetest orgasm rips its way through my body, causing me to moan—loud. Through the muffled haze, I pray that he’s right about these walls.

  We both come down from our high, and I lay my head on his chest in the crook of his arm. “Mrs. Crawford, I don’t think I can get my fill of you.”

  “I don’t think I can get my fill of you calling me Mrs. Crawford.” I snicker.

  “It does have a nice ring to it,” he agrees.

  We finally got married last week. It had taken time for my divorce to go through and for me to convince Blythe, and for Dixon to convince Cassidy, that we wanted to move states.

  They both finally caved. The truth was Blythe was a happily-single man, and Cassidy was busy with her manicures and Carter. Once they finally understood that raising the kids in the Midwest would be better for them, they gave in. Of course we had to agree to bring the kids to New York once a month to spend time with their other parents, so Dixon also kept his apartment. Our new home, though, is on a one hundred acre estate in small-town Sade, Iowa. Yup, that’s right. I got my horse ranch, a dog, a cat, and four children I completely adore.

  As I lie in bed reveling in our beautiful, new ranch, I hear Stella calling out for me.

  “Should I go get her?” Dixon offers.

  “It’s okay. I’ll get up. The kids will be getting up soon, and I’m sure they’ll be hungry.” We flew into Iowa last night and the kids were too tired to eat their dinner. On the plus side, they were also too tired to be nervous about sleeping in their new rooms, which worked out well for Dixon and I since we had romantic plans f
or our first real night in our new home. We didn’t get much sleep, which means I’ll be operating on a nice dose of caffeine.

  A week ago we all came out here: Dixon, Ma, Ge, Jenna, the kids, and I. Dixon set everything up on his own, and we got married in the rose garden he had planted on the property. It was a warm, spring afternoon and we said our vows under a beautiful gazebo overlooking the rose garden and a pond, which connects our property with our neighbor. We haven’t actually met the older couple yet. When your neighbor is a good seventy acres away, on one side, you don’t see much of anyone.

  I saunter out of bed and slip on a pair of leggings and a loose, gray T-shirt then saunter into Stella’s room. My baby girl is already a year and a half. I can’t believe how time flies. “Hi, baby cakes.” I lift her out of her crib and kiss her cheek. She smiles and grabs my hair, planting a wet kiss on my cheek.

  “Did you sleep well in your new crib?” I ask.

  Dixon had bought the land out here about a month after I moved back in with him in New York. One night he asked me what my dream home would look like, and I told him about my small-town aspirations and my love for horses. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect the picture I painted with my words that night to come true. At first, I was worried about him stepping down as CEO of Socialite, but he convinced me he still had a large share invested in the company, and he wanted to move out here and open his new business venture. Of course, the government in Iowa welcomed the investment into the economy. Dixon didn’t like the fast-paced New York City life and neither did I. My prince charming worked hard in making both our dreams come true. When I think back to that fateful day that Blythe didn’t show for the ultrasound, and how depressed I felt about going through another pregnancy on my own, I actually laugh. Yes, laugh. I’m grateful that my ex-husband couldn’t keep his penis in his pants because Dixon and I would have never reconnected.

  When Blythe got home that night, he texted me, asking where I was. I went to go meet with him, and surprisingly we had a very cordial conversation about him not being built for family life. He wasn’t a bad person and actually felt like shit for his faults, but he also understood that I needed more and deserved better. What surprised me the most was that he let go of his custodial rights toward Grant and Stella, on the condition that I brought them home once a month to see him and that I spoke nicely of him in their presence. As much as his life as a media mogul consumed him, there was still a small ounce of worthiness left in him. I know. I always carry that spark of hope in me. True to his word, Blythe sees the children once a month. Of course he brings a caregiver along, since he has no idea what to do with Stella. The visits aren’t easy, but I feel like my children need to know where they came from. It also helps that Dixon truly is father of the year and makes up for all of Blythe’s deficiencies.

  Life in Iowa is slow paced. I will start working at the local school in September since I need time to adjust to my new home. I also have my hands full taking care of Jaden, Macy, Grant, and Stella. Being a mom to four beautiful, young children under the age of seven means I have my hands more than full. Dixon built a playground on the property so the kids would keep busy with monkey bars and all. He also built a guesthouse for Ma on the edge of the property. At first he thought Ma would want to stay in New York because of Ge, but when Dixon broke the news to her, she said she was coming and that there was no way she was going to miss her grandchildren growing up. Her endearing words made Dixon cry … real tears. It was heartbreaking and beautiful and made my man realize how much he was truly loved.

  I carry Stella on my hip and head toward the kitchen. It’s really my dream kitchen. Dixon gave me control in here, and Ma helped out too since she likes to come over and cook for us during the day. I actually appreciate her help so much.

  “What should we make for breakfast?” I ask Stella as I place her in her high chair. She hits her hands on the tray and kicks her legs out.

  On cue, Jaden and Grant saunter into the kitchen in their PJs. Grant is yawning big.

  “Good morning, Mommy,” he says, taking a seat at the table. Jaden walks over to the pantry. It’s massive and stalked with every food imaginable.

  “I want peanut butter and jam,” Jaden says, grabbing the peanut butter off the shelf.

  “Sure, hon. I was going to make us a big breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausages but if you want peanut butter, I’ll make that for you.” I smile.

  Jaden turns back into the pantry. “No, what you said sounds better.” His voice still sleepy and groggy.

  I chuckle. “Sure, buddy. Hey, why don’t you boys keep your sister busy over there while I make breakfast?”

  Jaden walks over to the high chair and sticks out his tongue, making silly faces at Stella. She begins to crack up. Then Grant gets in on the silliness. My heart swells at the sight. A moment later, Macy saunters into the kitchen with her thumb in her mouth. She is still quiet and shy.

  “Hi, sweetheart.” I turn to greet her just as Dixon, freshly showered, in a white T-shirt and shorts, walks up behind her and scoops her up into his arms. She buries her head into his neck. Daddy’s girl.

  Ten minutes later, breakfast is served. Out of the glass window, I watch as Ma slowly makes her way across the property toward the glass door in the kitchen.

  “Good mornin’, all.” She smiles. She has a beautiful kitchen set up in her cabin, but she likes to spend time in our busy household, and we love having her here.

  “Good morning, Ma,” we all reply almost in unison. She takes a seat beside Macy at the kitchen table.

  “Eden, I could smell the bacon as I was passing the horses.” She grins. “The young man you hired, Dixon, is out there feeding them now,” she reports.

  “Good, I’m glad. That’s his job.” He smiles. Ranch life is still all new to Ma. It’s new to us too.

  I place all the food on the table and the phone rings. Dixon places Macy on a chair and moves to set the table. I pick up the kitchen phone.

  “Hello, Mrs. Crawford.” Jenna giggles into the phone.

  “Hey, Jenna.”

  “I bet you like the sound of that.” She snickers.

  “I do,” I admit with a vibrant and proud smile.

  “So how’s ranch life?” she asks. “I miss you already.”

  “Jenna, I’ve been here a little over twelve hours, but I’m already loving the easy-going pace of life out here. You and Ge will need to come visit soon,” I tell her.

  After the day at the museum, Jenna and Ge began to hook up secretly behind mine and Dixon’s back. Since we weren’t together at the time, it was easy for them to hide. Jenna made up stories of having wild sex with various men, and Ge was telling Dixon he was working on a big case. The case was the distribution of multiple O’s, specifically for Jenna. It took them a good six months to admit they were together. Part of it had to do with their own relationship issues and facing the fact that they had become a couple somewhere along their no-strings-attached sex agreement. The two ex-serial daters have now been together two years, and Dixon and I bet that they’ll be married by next spring.

  “Jenna, school is out in a month. You and Ge should come hang out here for a while,” I suggest. Besides Ma’s guesthouse, Dixon built another fully equipped guesthouse for Ge and Jenna when they come for visits. It’s not a normal guesthouse. It’s the height of luxury with an indoor and outdoor Jacuzzi. Jenna and Ge stayed there on our wedding night and seemed completely smitten the next morning.

  “I think that sounds like a plan.” Jenna giggles.

  “Honestly, Jenna, I’m not sure if you’re coming back for me or that hot tub,” I joke.

  “Only for you, babe. I miss you guys. Mrs. Talter is a real witch,” she says, referring to the teacher who took over my position. She came from some other posh, private school, and she has a different way with the kindergartners. She treats kindergarten like she’s getting the kids ready for college. It irks Jenna.

  “I’m sorry, Jenna. You can always move out
here with Ge once you get married,” I say sarcastically.

  “He hasn’t asked and honestly, do you see me as a Midwesterner, Eden? Really?”

  I throw my head back laughing.

  “Gotta go, babe. I need to sit with the fam for breakfast.”

  “I’m happy for you, honey.” She sighs into the phone.

  “I’m happy too. Now I’m just waiting for your happily ever after. Bye, Jenna.”

  “Bye, Eden.”

  I close the phone and take a seat in between Stella, who is now shoveling scrambled eggs into her mouth with her hands, and Dixon. Starting with the bacon, I fill up my plate. Last night’s workout with Dixon, in bed, followed by this morning’s marathon, has me hungry.

  As I eat, Dixon places a hand on my thigh. It feels so good. His small gesture is claiming and loving. It makes me feel like I am on top of the world. I look over to him and he mouths ‘I love you.’ I smile and mouth it back.

  He’s made all my dreams come true. I have a loving, caring man, four beautiful children, and enough money that our children will never have to worry about going hungry. The thought is fulfilling. It makes me realize that dreams really do come true.

  Thank you to my family for putting up with my relentless hours on the computer. Their patience and understanding is so appreciated.

  To my lovely new editor Maxann Dobson from Polished Pen, it was a pleasure working with you on this project and I love that you loved Dick so much;)

  To my wonderful beta readers Karen Isopi and Karen Hrdlicka who put their time on hold to read my stories and impart their wisdom. I am so eternally grateful to you!

  To all the readers who have read Dick and have loved him as much as I do, thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my books and supporting me. I hope you enjoyed reading this alpha male as much as I enjoyed writing him.

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