by K. Pinson
Daxton turned around to face me, not in the least bit embarrassed. He smiled widely and patted the floor next to where he sat. I went over and sat next to him and Abby. She handed me a Kelly doll, the toddler version of Barbie.
“Look mommy, it’s us!” Abby told me excitedly.
Daxton did look a bit like a Ken doll in a more rugged way, I had to admit. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever met. His personality made him absolutely irresistible to me. Abby looked a lot like the Kelly doll also. The blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I couldn’t help but grin. I wouldn’t say that I looked like a Barbie doll with the exception of the blonde hair. Maybe if Barbie had more curves. I had curves for days and couldn’t seem to rid myself of my child bearing hips. The pizza I ate earlier probably wouldn’t help my situation but I didn’t care. It was so delicious. My mouth was actually salivating at the thought. I don’t know why I was constantly hungry lately. Amongst other things, Daxton had instilled an insatiable appetite in me.
We played Barbie dolls for about an hour. Daxton participated 120% and it made me extremely happy. Looked on from an outside party it would have definitely looked like he handed over is man card, but to me, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. His smile was infectious and we were all in stitches by the end of the game. I tucked Abby in to bed and read to her like usual with Daxton piping up with different voices for characters in the book. Abby laughed hysterically whenever he did it. He was a great addition to our normal routine, but it worried me still. I didn’t want to get her used to something that could evaporate overnight. I couldn’t kick him out either though. I would have to discuss where our boundaries were right now as far as Abby was concerned. I didn’t want her to get confused or hurt in all of this. Abby fell sound asleep after the story was over and we quietly tip toed out of her bedroom.
I walked into the living room and planted myself on the couch. I wasn’t sure if I should invite Daxton to say or put up my wall again. It was all a learning experience to me and I had to consider that it wasn’t just me I was worried about. I was internally conflicted. Daxton plopped himself down next to me, not giving me much space at all.
“Your worry lines are showing babe. I can see the creases on your forehead. What are you thinking so hard about?” Daxton snapped me from my silent reverie, staring deep into my eyes.
He shifted his body even closer to me and turned me to face away from him, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders and massaging. It felt so good. I couldn’t help but moan at all the tension releasing from my tight muscles.
“I don’t have worry lines, Mr. Watch it! ” I said defensively, in between involuntary moans.
He laughed, “They’re cute, just like you. You’re a worrier. You’ve been like that since I’ve met you but I understand. I just wish I could take some of the stress off of you. What can I do to ease your mind a bit?” He stated confidently.
“ Honestly, I just don’t know. My mind is running in a million different directions. You’re going to think I’m insane.” I quietly said back.
“I already do.” he smirked and I couldn’t help but give him the stink eye.
“Babe, don’t give me the mad face. It turns me on. Immensely. I cannot be held accountable for my actions. I’m only human.” His intense glare through me off my game, as usual. He didn’t look human at all in this moment. In fact, he looked downright primal. He was hunting and I was his prey.
His hands were now working their way down my spine and lingering around my hips, massaging with his calloused hands. I loved every second of this attention. My body was tingling all over. I was losing all train of thought. My worries drifting miles away.
“You have no idea the effect you have on me.” The words slipped from my loose lips. I was so zoned out from the wonderful massage I was getting, the only thing I wanted to do was take him back to my bedroom.
“Good to know I just have to give you a massage to get you to loosen up. I’ll remember how easy you are.” He told me in a playful tone.
I scoffed and reached back to swat at him. I gave him my best mad face and before I knew it, he had me thrown over his shoulder and heading straight towards my bedroom. He was constantly surprising me with how he knew his way around my house like he belonged here. I squealed and my hair whipped around my face at the sudden rush of air. I felt instantly childlike and happy. He threw me down on the bed and rushed to close the door. He strides towards me, almost doing what would I would visualize a male model to do on the runaway. A cocky smirk touching the corners of his lips. I laughed out loud when he started dancing around my room and lifting up the bottom of his shirt showing off the V he had and teasing me. I threw my hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet so I wouldn’t wake Abby. But my stomach was hurting so bad, shaking the bed with laughter.
“I told you what would happen if you gave me the mad face.” He teased, smiling.
“Well I didn’t realize you were going to go all caveman style on me. Me Jane, you Tarzan!” I cracked up at my own joke and he shook his head in amusement.
“Only you would laugh at your own joke. You’re such a nerd.” He laughed.
I scowled at him. I hated being a called a nerd. It was my biggest pet peeve. I felt as if he was putting me in the friend zone instantly and it totally cooled down my sexual overdrive. He laughed at the look on my face and lunged himself on the bed next to me. Lying flat on his back, making himself comfortable. I’m pretty positive he enjoyed pissing me off. I rolled over and leaned onto my elbow to study his face up close. He had a dark shadow lining his perfect jaw, still in the stubble stage. He was scruffy and I loved it. His tan skin was as smooth as it could be with the exception of the hair. He had no flaws or imperfections. Unlike my own scarred skin. I ran my hand over his cheek and down his jaw. He sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes tight. It seemed as if he was fighting every shred of self-control he had left. But,I wanted him to lose it. I loved when he took control. I wasn’t the take control type of girl. At least not in this facet of life. I loved to have control over my own destiny and the life that Abby would have, what I was building for her. But as far as relationships went, both emotionally and physically, I was shy, reserved and completely in the backseat. I needed to be steered in the right direction or else I would drive off a cliff. I had never been very good about explaining my emotions and feelings. I consistently kept everything bottled up. It was easier that way. Not having to deal. Just going through the motions. I liked it that way, past tense. I even confused myself.
His eyes remained closed for what felt like an eternity. He allowed me to touch every curve in his face and travel down his neck and to his stomach before swiftly grabbing my hand and pausing our connection. I leaned over him, planting a subtle kiss on his lips. Just a taste of what could be, willing him to open his eyes and look at me. Just as I was beginning to back away, he pulled me back down on top of him, eyes shooting open, thrusting his lips onto mine. The spark was undeniable. I felt it from the bottoms of my feet to the top of my head. I dragged my lips from his and began a downward spiral onto his neck, lightly kissing.
Daxton groaned loudly and I knew I was getting to him. Daxton carefully placed his hands on my face, carefully tracing my scars with his fingertip.
“You are perfect.” he mumbled.
He continued his journey, trailing his finger down my neck and slowly across my chest. I whimpered at his touch. Pressing my body upwards into his hand.
“Babe, it’s getting late. I‘m starting to get tired. ” He stated firmly, looking indecisive.
“I want you to stay.” I pushed back.
He looked shocked by my revelation but wasted no time in response.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you babe. You can have as much time as you like. I’m here. “ His voice wavered. But mine didn’t.
“Yes. I really need you to stay. If you want to?” I stated confidently. I was ready to take us to the next level. There was no better time than the present and
I felt like everything between us was going so well.
He lightly kissed my lips, leaving me wanting more.
“Yes, I want to stay. “ He smiled at me and my heart warmed over. I gave him a tiny kiss back. I turned away from him and placed my feet on the floor, willing myself to move.
“I’m going to get put my pjs on. Make yourself comfortable” I winked at him and walked over to my dresser to grab my pjs. I looked in my top drawer several times, looking at the contents. I had no sexy pajamas. I was all about the comfort most of the time. I was old for my age and was sure I was going to become a cat lady. I would definitely need to remedy this situation at some point but for now, I grabbed my silk nightgown and headed into the connected bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and slipped into the light pink silk nightgown. I looked into the mirror quickly and didn’t mind what I saw. I felt beautiful. Daxton’s presence always made me feel that way. It was incredible how comfortable I felt around him in such a short time. Surprisingly, I felt okay after looking into the mirror, but I would have to still take it one step at a time. I had enough break downs in front of this man to last me a lifetime and they never got less embarrassing. At some point, I needed to tell him about my past and maybe make him understand but tonight was not that night. I wanted to enjoy the comfort that he brought me. His touch, his warmth and his ever present calm.
I shyly exited the bathroom, facing Daxton head on. He was now lying under the covers with his top half exposed. He had taken his shirt off and thrown it onto the floor next to where he lay. I also noticed his jeans lying in the same spot. His teeth were so white they were almost blinding, he was grinning from ear to ear. Hands tucked placed behind his head. He was giving me his best come hither look and my heart was pounding out of my chest. He had the yummiest tummy ever and I wanted to lick each section of his six pack. I was not paying attention to where I was going, not even realizing that my legs were moving towards the bed until I slammed my toe into the side. I yelped loudly, pain shooting up my leg.
“Mother Fuck----” I gasped out and grabbed my foot, hopping on only one leg. Daxton jumped up from where he currently lay and picked me up, placing me gently on the bed. I internally swooned at how sweet he was and temporarily forgot about the pain. It was a short lived feeling however when I noticed his shoulders shaking and realized he was trying to keep from laughing. He couldn’t stop it any longer and began laughing hysterically at me. I’m sure at this point my face had turned a bright fire engine red. I smacked him in the shoulder hard and gave him my best scowl.
“It’s all your fault! I was distracted by your damn god-like abs and here you are laughing at me.” I rolled over to face the wall, extremely embarrassed by my clumsiness. After a good five more minutes of Daxton laughing as hard as he possibly could, he finally calmed himself.
“I’m sorry babe. Are you ok?” He grabbed my shoulders and rolled me back towards him, looking at me with his best puppy dog expression.
“Not that you care but I think my toe may be broken.” I knew I was being a drama queen but I didn’t care. I pouted to myself.
“You want me to kiss it babe?” He lightly trailed his fingertip down my leg.
“Ewe, hell no. I won’t be able to kiss your lips ever again if you touch my foot with them. Feet are so gross.” I batted his hand away, instantly missing the feel. I was still mad though. Damn him and being constantly distracted.
“Fine, how about I make it all better in other ways then?” He whispered. His voice was entirely too sexy. I glanced over at him, eyebrows drawn in tight. He waggled his eyebrows at me and I lost any semblance of mad I was feeling. I cracked a smile but tried to cover it up with my hand. He pulled my hand away from my mouth, pinning it up above my head and swiftly rolled himself on top of me.
“I love your smile. Don’t ever hide it from me. “ He looked down at me seriously and my smile only grew.
“Now that’s more like it.” He told me and winked. His grin widened and I felt the butterflies flying around my stomach.
“You’re lucky I love you.” I stated confidently and stuck my tongue out at him.
“You…love me?” He gulped, a look of distress showing on his face.
“I was just kidding Dax. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. “ I assured him effortlessly, but on the inside my mind was trembling.
I wasn’t sure if I was joking. Honestly, I didn’t even think about my words before they jumbled out. Did I love Dax? Could I possibly? My mind was all jumbled up and finally I came to the conclusion that it had to be too soon. There was no way I could have fallen so quickly. He rolled over to gaze at the ceiling and we lay in an uncomfortable silence. It appeared as if he was angry now. I was having a hard time reading him. He had mood swings worse than mine sometimes. Must be the whole split persona thing he had going on. Most of the time it had its advantages, this not being one of those times. I cleared my throat loudly, hoping to diminish the silence. He rolled over onto his side and I could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head.
“What?!” I whispered.
“You’re beautiful.” He scooted closer to me on the bed and grabbed my chin, lightly turning my head to face him. He kissed my lips softly and then my forehead.
“Go turn off the lights, brat.” He whispered against my forehead.
I pinched him hard and fast and then escaped his grasp, giggling the entire way to the light switch. I stood still for a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness, not wanting another accident to take place. I quickly strode to the bed and climbed in. Daxton pulled me against his hard body. I expected him to make a move on me but he didn’t. I couldn’t say I wasn’t a tad bit disappointed but he made up for it. We cuddled. Yes, just cuddled and it was perfect.
“Night Dax.” I murmured against his chest where my cheek was firmly planted, his strong arms wrapped around me where they belonged.
“Sweet dreams babe.” He replied softly.
Chapter 9: Good Morning, Beautiful
I woke up with a smile on my face. That was the best rest I had in a while, completely nightmare free. Before even opening my eyes, I stretched my deliciously aching body out, reaching for the sexy man I had fallen asleep with. Only feeling air and nothingness, I groaned out loud with loss. I was unused to cuddling with anyone, it had been so long. My body wasn’t used to sharing the space in my queen sized bed and I usually took up half of it, sleeping at a perfect angle diagonally across it. Wrapped in his arms felt entirely too right but in the same sense, I was all tangled up most of the night. Daxton tossed and turned quite a bit. I had never been a perfectly still sleeper myself so I’m sure it was a funny sight to see.
Damnit, I was getting distracted again. Where in the heck had Daxton disappeared to? I finally willed myself to sit up in bed and place my feet on the ground. I walked slowly to the bathroom, sleepily glancing in the mirror. I was a hot mess this morning. I guess I never realized how terrible I actually looked, hair with a close likeness to where a rat’s welcome mat would be. I quickly brushed out the tangles and took a washcloth to my eyes, wiping away all of the sleep. I slept so hard last night that gunk had formed. That was a fair trade for how well I felt this morning though.
I walked to my closet, grabbing my robe, throwing it around my shoulders and pulling it tightly around my body, tying a knot around my waist. This robe was the farthest thing from sexy. Terry cloth and comfortable. It hung all the way to the floor but I just couldn’t part with it. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a piece of loose-leaf paper lying on the pillow that Daxton’s head had taken residence on the previous night. I quickly rushed over to it, snatching it roughly. I was like a kid in a candy store.
The note read in a scrawl hardly readable, “Good Morning, Beautiful.”
It was simple and to the point but my smile widened instantly. I was so giddy. I tucked the note safely in my night stand. I all but ran from my room, taking the steps two at a time. I wasn’t the most graceful person ever bu
t surprisingly I stayed on my own two feet. The heavenly smell of bacon invaded my senses. I rounded the kitchen and looked in, loving the sight of Daxton’s cute butt. His back was to me so he couldn’t see me ogling his behind. My eyes slowly sauntered up his body, taking in his muscular and all man form. I could hear morning cartoon noise coming from the living room and was sure I would find Abby curled up on the couch with her blankie. I loved lazy weekends. The noise of bacon popping brought me back to the beautiful man standing in front of me. Daxton had a spatula in his hand and bowls of food already on the countertop. I heard another loud pop and watched Daxton leap backwards.
“Shit..Fuck..Damn.” He cursed under his breath. It was sexy. He brought the tip of his finger up to his mouth and sucked on it. The bacon grease must have burnt him.
“Need some help there stud? I can kiss it all better.” I stated, breathlessly.
He whipped his body around to look at me and I could not help but laugh out loud at the vision before my eyes. He had a plain black V-neck shirt that drooped low enough to reveal a handsome portion of his tightly strung chest. But that wasn’t what made me laugh, obviously. His chest and yummy tummy were two of my favorite parts of his anatomy. It was the frilly, pink apron he had tied around his waist. It read “Kisses for the head kitchen bitch.” that had me in hysterics. Faith had purchased it for me as a gag gift, shortly after I met her. I had never used it. To be honest, I don’t even remember where I stored it. He looked me up and down, biting his lower lip. I stopped laughing immediately. I wanted to jump in.
“Sure babe, come on over here and help me. Your kisses are all the medicine I need.” He crooked his finger at me in a come hither motion.
My body drifted towards his, connected at our cores. He set the spatula on the stove and turned the heat off. The bacon now burnt to a crisp, just how I liked it. I couldn’t stand fatty bacon, it made me gag.
