Chapter Seventeen
As soon as Jax showed up last night, I told him I was tired and wanted to head up to the suite. I let him know Kayden needs me up bright and early to help with the birthday surprise he has planned for Savannah. We said goodnight to Dixon. Even though everything in me was screaming it was wrong, I left him standing there all alone while I headed up to the top floor with Jax.
Now I’m standing here, in almost the same spot I was last night, getting everything set up for Savannah’s birthday. I had to spend all afternoon with Savannah and Rebecca lounging by the pool as we sipped on fruity drinks, keeping her distracted so that Kayden could get her scavenger hunt all set up. He’s been texting me nonstop after he left each location telling me over and over again how grateful he is for the idea, for helping, and for being such an amazing friend to Savannah.
I thought helping him surprise her would keep my mind distracted so it wouldn’t have any time to dwell on the whole Jax and Dixon situation, but it isn’t helping. As I stand here getting helium balloons blown up with the help of Rebecca, Reagan, Maverick, and Paisley to tie them around the sectioned off area we’ll be celebrating in, all I can think about is Dixon.
He must’ve partied pretty hard last night after we left him down here because he was supposed to go golfing with Kayden, Jax, and Reagan, but was too hungover to, so he ended up staying holed up in his room for hours instead.
Everyone has been asking me nonstop what the surprise is that Kayden has been working so hard on all day but, keeping my word to him; I’ve kept my mouth shut. But doing so has been torture. I want to shout it out to everybody that he’s proposing, but I keep quiet. Maverick and Paisley are the only other ones who know because, Kayden, while golfing with Maverick back in Houston last week, asked him for his blessing. Of course, he got it. After everything he’s done for Savannah, he’s shown everyone that his love for Savannah is real, and he’s exactly the kind of guy she deserves.
Finally just after sunset, the text I’ve been waiting for arrives.
Kayden:
She said YES! On our way now!
I squealed so loudly that I drew attention from everyone.
“Seriously! Brooklyn, you’re killing me here.” Rebecca pouted as I shoved my phone back into my clutch.
“Sorry, my lips are sealed but you guys are all going to find out the surprise very soon because they’re on their way here right now! Everyone get ready!”
We all huddled together around the balloon filled area beside the pool. The second Savannah and Kayden walked through the doors leading out to the patio; we all shouted, “Happy Birthday, Savannah!”
With tears of happiness streaking down her face, she ran over to us giving each and every one of us hugs and telling us thank you for coming to celebrate with her. She hugged me last and when she pulled me in for a hug she whispered into my ear, “Thank you for everything you did to help make today the most amazing day of my life.”
Tearing up myself, I blink away the salty tears threatening to fall. Grabbing her arms, I break out of the hug and laughing, I tell her, “Okay, please stop before you make me cry and ruin my makeup. I worked really, really hard on it this evening for this party! I know it’s going to be all over those gossip magazines, and television shows come tomorrow. I need to look like the Hollywood starlet that I am.” I tease as I turn my head sideways and blink dramatically at her.
Bursting out laughing, Savannah smacks me on the arm, “Shut up. You’re too much sometimes. But really, thank you, Brooklyn. I felt like I was dreaming the entire time. Kayden was so sweet. And oh my God his proposal was so romantic. I was bawling; he was crying. It was all too much and so perfect. It was more than I ever could’ve imagined.”
“Well, I for one, am glad to hear that. Because you deserved a fairytale proposal from your real life Prince Charming.”
The sound of Maverick behind us makes us stop talking and turn around to see Savannah’s father. He’s wearing a white t-shirt, shorts, flip flops and a Stetson. Beach attire 'Maverick style' is all I can think as we beam brightly up at her father.
“So I hear my princess is officially engaged, now?” He says opening his arms to pull her in for a hug.
“I am still in shock. Brooklyn helped Kayden plan the most spectacular proposal of a lifetime. I never had so much fun in my life. I ran around this place like I was on the Amazing Race or something! But the prize at the end wasn’t moving on to the next challenge, but moving on to the next step in our lives. I cannot wait to marry Kayden.”
Not long after, one of the staff members at the hotel wheeled out Savannah’s birthday cake, that was three layers tall with a big 25 on top with sparklers surrounding it. We all gathered around to sing Happy Birthday when we heard a guitar start to strum on stage behind us as the DJ stopped playing the music he had going on his sound system. We all turn to find Dustin Lynch standing on stage, with his acoustic freaking guitar, singing to Savannah!
"Oh my God! Savannah, Dustin Lynch is singing you, Happy Birthday!" I shriek as excitement bursts out of me. I'm squeezing her hand as I jump up and down screaming.
Her face lights up brighter than New York City at night as she looks from the stage to Kayden and jumps into his arms, "Thank you! This is officially the best birthday ever!"
After Dustin Lynch stopped singing, Savannah blew out her candles and then, taking Kayden's hand, they announced to everyone that they were now engaged. There were lots of screaming and crying and congratulations going around from everyone.
Dustin spoke into the microphone congratulating them and announced he was singing Cowboys & Angels next for the newly engaged couple to dance to.
Savannah had tears in her eyes as Kayden led her out onto the dance floor so they could dance to their song while having Dustin Lynch sing it to them.
As soon as the song ended, the DJ went back to playing music and the party swung into full gear. We drank and danced the night away until the early morning before finally calling it a night and heading back to our suite.
Nothing is more awkward than being crammed in an elevator full of drunk people and being sandwiched between Jax and Dixon. Reagan, being the goofball that he is, started bumping into me, playfully making my drunk ass lose my balance and stumble into Dixon. He reached out, catching me, and when he did, his hand grabbed my waist, pinning my back to his front. The collision and contact with him knocked the breath straight out of me and made my heart stammer in my chest.
"Whoa, someone's a little tipsy tonight," Dixon laughs as he helps me stand back upright.
Standing and straightening my dress I slide back between Jax and him, and lean into Jax to hold myself up and try to calm my beating heart. "Yeah, I definitely had one too many tonight," I turn my eyes towards Reagan, who's now picking on Rebecca and Savannah. "You, Reagan, are an ass. You're lucky I didn't break my ankle!"
All of a sudden it sounds as if Reagan is the teacher from the Peanuts movies because all I hear from him is gibberish as my body focuses on nothing but the sound of Dixon humming Taylor Swift while his hand slides up the back of my thigh, causing my panties to become soaking wet and my body to flush red hot.
I snap my head around to face him, and the look of hunger in his eyes makes it hard to breathe. I feel his fingers slide along the hem of my dress. I dart my tongue out between my lips, slowly licking them because suddenly my mouth is feeling extremely dry.
I mouth, "Stop it!"
A devilish smirk dances across his lips as he shakes his head no and slowly slides his fingers higher under my skirt. They're tracing the outside of my cheeky Victoria Secret panties. Glaring at Dixon, I nervously glance behind me as I try to squirm closer to Jax. Our damn elevator keeps stopping every few floors, but people see how many of us are in here and opt to wait for the next car.
We still have five more floors to go.
Oh my God...
Dixon's fingers slip under my panties and slide along my slit coming to a stop at my clit. I try to sq
ueeze my thighs together, but it only causes the throbbing to intensify. He slowly begins rubbing circles over my clit making me lose all sense of reality.
Suddenly the doors ding as the elevator comes to a stop. As the doors slide open, my heart practically lunges into my throat. Dixon quickly removes his hand and walks by me, smirking once again, as he sticks his index and middle fingers into his mouth, sucking my arousal off of them. "Fucking delicious."
I blush ten shades of red as he laughs and follows everyone out into the hallway toward the double doors leading to the massive penthouse suite we're all staying in.
Draping his arm over my shoulder, Jax walks with me into the hotel room. No one wants to go to sleep yet, so we all head towards the pool table in the bar area where Kayden gets to work turning on music.
Grabbing my ass, Jax kisses my temple and then yells to Kayden, "Pour us some shots, Knox, and then let's play a round of pool!"
Dixon is already pouring himself a shot and tossing it back as he keeps his eyes locked onto mine. My head is spinning because I'm so overwhelmed. He confuses, infuriates, and renders me speechless all at the same damn time!
Why is he always so all over the damn place? One minute he doesn't want anything to do with me and the next he's all over me. He knows I'm seeing Jax now. He had his chance, and he blew me off for some tramps.
Needing some air, I sneak off to the other room and open the French doors leading out onto the balcony that overlooks the ocean below. There's a warm salty breeze blowing off the water that's gently caressing my flushed skin, helping cool me back down.
I stare up at the constellations above me and allow my mind to calm down and stop stressing over Dixon, which is not an easy task especially when I can still feel his fingers between my thighs. I still cannot believe his crazy, drunk ass did that! I swear he has officially lost his mind.
The sound of footsteps behind me startles me. I'm afraid to turn around because I already know who's behind me. I can smell his intoxicating cologne consuming me and making my girly parts tingle with excitement. I hate how my body reacts to him still when every fiber of my body should loathe this man. I have Jax, who is amazing and kind. He doesn't set out to purposely hurt me the way Dixon does. I admit I've used Jax to make Dixon jealous more than a few times. But Dixon always has to go a step further. It's almost as if he set out to hurt me for the sole purpose of making me hate him, which is crazy.
"What do you want, Dixon? I'm too drunk to deal with your bullshit tonight.”
I feel him come up behind me, resting his hands on both sides of me, and his hot breath is tickling my skin. I can smell the whiskey on his breath as he begins kissing my neck. "I don't want to fight with you," He murmurs against me before biting a piece of skin between my neck and collarbone, making my knees grow week.
"Then what is it you want then? Because I'm tired of the games. It's exhausting trying to keep up with you. One minute you want me, then you don't."
I don't know if it's the alcohol talking, but I'm suddenly feeling really brave as I call Dixon out on his shit.
His hands slide slowly up my thighs before coming to rest on my hips. "No games. No fighting. All I want is you naked and beneath me as I pound my dick into your pussy. I've been dreaming of burying myself in you for weeks. My balls are fucking killing me, Brooklyn. I need to have you."
I spin in his arms and face him narrowing my eyes, "I can't Dixon. I'm here with Jax." My resolve is crumbling with every breath that passes between us.
"That doesn't mean shit and you know it. I want you. You want me. We both know Jax is a nice guy, but he doesn't make you come the way I do. Only I can make your pussy drip with the slightest touch and make your voice grow hoarse from shouting my name as I give you orgasm after orgasm."
Ahh hell. I'm so fucking screwed. My heart and body are caving to his advances even though everything in me is screaming to tell him to fuck off!
"I don't want to hurt him, Dixon. He deserves more from me than this. When you broke my heart, he was there for me. When Zak attacked me, it was Jax right there by my side helping me," I let out a frustrated sigh. I reach up, fisting Dixon's shirt in my hands, as I blink up at him. "I want you...this...so badly. But not like this.
Dixon squeezes my waist tighter as he presses his erection into me, showing me how much I turn him on, causing a soft moan to escape me. I'm trying so hard to stand my ground, but he's making it so hard.
"You feel that, darlin'? That's how hard you make me every second of the fucking day. I understand you wanting to do the right thing, but you two are just friends fucking exclusively. I've been a fucking fool treating you like I have. I practically handed you over to him on a goddam silver platter because I've been too busy fighting my need to have you instead of embracing it."
"Dixon..." My words are cut off by Dixon's mouth crashing against mine. I melt into him, still holding onto his shirt. I'm squeezing it so hard my fingers are starting to hurt but I feel like I'll lose all sense of control if I let go.
He grinds against me making my clit throb as his tongue fucks my mouth. His kiss consumes me and his tongue brands mine marking it as his.
I feel as if my body is going to float out into the ocean and drift away to a sea of ecstasy with just the slightest touch from Dixon. He has my body wound up so tight.
Before I know what's happening, I find myself jumping up into Dixon's arms and feel him moving with me in his arms. Within seconds, we're back inside and disappearing into a hallway that leads towards the theater room.
I hear the click of the door opening then shutting, and then we are moving once again as Dixon breaks our kiss and begins kissing and sucking on the sensitive part beneath my ear that drives me absolutely crazy.
"God, I've missed this. Missed you. I'm done fighting it. I need to be inside of you, baby."
My body tingles all over as his words breathe against my skin. I love hearing those words. I want so badly to pinch myself, so I know I'm not dreaming.
"I've missed you too. Please hurry before someone comes looking for us." The need and desperation is evident in my voice. It's been weeks since I've been with him, and my body is on sensory overload as my hands slide up his chest and into his hair.
Everything is happening so fast. I feel him reach down and undo his shorts while pinning my body against the wall. I'm holding onto him with my legs kicked around his waist, and my fingers are digging into his scalp as I inhale sharp, deep breaths.
I feel his hands come up under my dress gripping my hips and then with one effortless move my panties are tearing from my body as he rips them off of me and stuffs them in his shorts pocket. Within seconds, I feel the burning hot heat of his dick as it presses at my entrance. It feels like heaven on earth as he pushes himself inside of me. He's so big...so perfect...stretching and filling me unlike anyone else has or ever will.
"God! Harder Dixon, please! I need you to fuck me hard, fast and talk to me with that filthy mouth of yours like I love it!"
Growling into my neck, he squeezes my ass with one hand while fisting my ponytail hard with the other yanking my head back hard, causing my sex to clench around him.
"You like it when I'm rough don't you, Darlin'."
I'm panting and moaning breathlessly as he pounds hard into me, each time shoving me up the wall.
"Yes! I love it. You make me so fucking wet. Pull it harder, bite me, fuck me until I'm creaming all over your dick.” I beg as I start sucking on his neck and flick his earlobe with my tongue before tugging on it with my teeth.
"You're a dirty little slut aren't you? You starve for my dick every second of the day. You're mine, Brooklyn. Every inch of you."
He tugs on my hair as he thrusts harder and faster inside of me. "Yes. I'm yours." I tighten my legs around his waist and shudder against him as he bites and sucks on my neck making a fiery path up to my mouth. The second his lips connect with mine; I come undone moaning into his mouth as I come harder than I have in weeks. My pussy clenches
around his cock, as I shake against his body riding the wave of euphoria on which only Dixon can send me.
Just as I think I'm finally coming down, Dixon picks up his pace and starts thrusting so hard I swear his dick is going to bust straight through my fucking cervix. I feel my core tightening in anticipation of another orgasm ready to explode.
"Fuck...fuck... fuck…your pussy is squeezing my dick so fucking hard I can't hold back any longer..." His words taper off into low growls as he explodes inside of me, filling me with every last drop of his cum.
As I slowly come down from my second orgasm, I feel Dixon pulling out of me before setting me down on wobbly legs. I sag against the wall and allow what just happened to sink in.
"I can't believe we just did that. When I'm around you, I swear it’s physically impossible to ignore the pull you have on me, Dixon."
My head is all over the place right now. On one hand, I just had some amazing sex with the guy I'm madly in love with, but won't tell him because I'm too damn stubborn. I am filled with guilt for what happened just now because Jax has been so amazing. He deserves a girl who can give him what he needs. Sadly, that girl isn't me.
"Everything's fine. It's only sex, Brooklyn. It's not like you and Jax are together. You're friends who are fucking—that’s it. So don't, for one second, feel guilty about any of this." His eyes are burning with flickering flames of desire as he melts me where I stand with his intense gaze. "I've tried to fight my attraction to you but it's physically impossible, too. To be honest, I've driven myself fucking crazy trying to stop myself from wanting you."
Holy shit! Has hell officially frozen over? Dixon is admitting to feeling the palpable attraction between us! I think the end of the world is coming.
Adjusting my dress, I let Dixon's word sink in. I fix my ponytail trying to hide the fact that Dixon fucked my brains out in here. He quickly fastens the button of his shorts and runs his fingers through his hair.
A light, airy laugh comes out as I stand in shock letting his words really sink in. I almost want to pinch myself, so I know I'm not going freaking crazy!
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