In a matter of seconds, the front door is slamming shut, and I hurry to reset the alarm. I feel Dixon press up against the back of my body. His dick is rock solid and pressing firmly against me. He sprawls his hands out along my thighs and slowly work them up, pulling my dress with them. I hear him suck in a sharp breath as his hands reach my garter.
“A garter has never been such a fuckin’ turn on in my life,” he murmurs against my ear, then nuzzles his face into my hair, breathing me in. I tilt my head, causing my hair to fall to the side, exposing my neck fully to him. The moment I feel his lips on my skin, I moan, “Mmm…I love it when you touch me. I need to feel you on every inch of me, Dixon.” My words are breathy and laced with sex. I am breathing so hard, it feels like I just ran a marathon.
“I plan on tasting every single inch of you before sunrise.”
Dixon takes my hand and leads me towards the black wrought iron staircase. “Lead the way,” he tells me as he holds his hand out and motions for me to head up first.
Everything’s a blur. I barely remember walking up the stairs. Before I know it, we’re standing in the middle of my bedroom. Dixon grips the hem of my dress and lifts it over my head to pull it off me. I quickly toe my boots off and stand before him, feeling my body flush under his intense gaze.
He takes a step back and just stands there, admiring the view for a few moments. I can’t wait any longer; he’s had his look, now I’m ready for him to rip this outfit the hell off me. New or not, I don’t care. I need to be naked…need him naked. I need him to drive that dick–which I’ve dreamt of every single night since Friday–into me until I come unhinged from the record-breaking orgasms he’ll give me.
I take a step forward. As I lock my big brown eyes onto his piercing blues, I grip his thermal long-sleeved tee and pull it up over his head. He’s so much taller than me; he helps remove it the rest of the way while I get to work undoing his belt buckle and jeans.
The second his dick springs free from his briefs, I can’t resist the urge to touch it. I reach out to grip it firmly in my hand and slowly begin stroking it. I slide my other hand into Dixon’s hair, pulling his mouth down to mine.
Our kiss is nothing like I’ve ever felt before–which is saying a lot because his kisses the other night had my head spinning like a merry-go-round. This kiss is heated, passionate, messy, and raw. I tilt my head and part my lips, allowing his tongue into my mouth, feverishly tangling our tongues together as he walks us backwards toward my bed.
I grip his hair, pulling on it tightly as I moan uncontrollably into his mouth. This time, I’m taking charge; I let him last time, but now it’s my turn. Just as the back of my knees hit the bed, I break away from his lips to gasp for air and maneuver behind him. He spins around and stares down at me with a look of confusion on his face.
I can’t focus on his face; all I can see is his hard dick bouncing before me, with the head of it glistening in the street light that’s shining through my bedroom window.
“Lie down, Dixon,” I tell him as I run my fingers down his chest, gently scratching at his skin with my nails.
“Normally, I like to be the one giving orders, but I think I just got harder listening to that mouth tell me what to do.” Dixon climbs up and lies back on my massive king-sized bed and sinks into the mountain of pillows. “Damn, you really like your throw pillows,” he says as a deep, husky laugh leaves his lips. He grabs a handful of pillows and chucks them onto the floor.
“Yes, I do. I’m a girl, and girls love throw pillows…and FYI, just because they're called throw pillows doesn’t mean you can throw them.” I bite back a smile.
Dixon raises an eyebrow at me and slides his left hand into my hair. “Sorry. It won’t happen again…now please hurry up and put my dick in that sassy mouth of yours…it’s throbbin’, baby.”
I take him into my mouth and start out slow. He’s bigger than I’ve ever sucked, so it takes a few times for me to get used to his size. I soon find a good rhythm, though, and I’m taking almost all of him into my throat.
Dixon’s yelling out all kinds of obscenities as I begin to pick up speed. I jerk my hand up and down his shaft, using my saliva to form a slippery barrier between my hand and his dick.
“Fuck…Brooklyn…stop. You gotta stop, baby–right now, or I’m going to blow my load straight down your fuckin’ throat.”
He tightens his grip in my hair, making my sex clench, and another moan leave my mouth as he stops me from finishing him with it.
“You’ve had your fun. Now get that sweet pussy of yours on my cock.”
I stand up between his legs and slide my panties off and reach behind myself to unhook my bra, then toss them both onto my bedroom floor. Dixon’s eyes roam over my body as I crawl up the bed and straddle him. I’m wearing nothing but my stockings and garter belt, and Dixon seems to be loving it.
“Condoms are in that drawer,” I tell him, sliding my eyes to the nightstand beside him. We fucked up once; it won’t happen again.
In record time, Dixon has his condom on. I slowly descend onto my knees and press the head of him at my entrance. I shudder as his large, strong hands slide up my thighs and over my stockings, coming to rest on my hips. As I press my hands to Dixon’s chest, I feel his heart racing against the palm of my hand. I give him an impish grin just before slamming myself down on top of him.
Instantly, my eyelids flutter and loud moans fly from my mouth. “Mmhhmm…Ohh…GOD!” I shout as he grips my hips to the point that it’s painful–but I love it. I love the sated look on his face as I ride him. I want him to think of me every time another girl straddles him. I want him to wish forever that another girl felt as good as I do right now.
Dixon begins lifting me up and down on his cock, filling and stretching me perfectly to the point where I feel as if I’m only a few seconds away from the orgasm I crave so much. As he follows the rhythm of my movement, we are perfectly synced together as one.
Desperate for my release, I begin sliding up and down his length, rotating my hips at the perfect angle so he can continuously hit my G-spot. Dixon’s right hand releases my hip and moves to my head, where he laces his fingers in my hair and cups the back of my head to pull my mouth down to his. As soon as our mouths connect, I feel my body quake and my first orgasm tears through me. It causes my entire body to flush red hot and every single inch from my head to my toes tingle. As the intense rock me to the core orgasm courses through my body, I’m moaning uncontrollably against his mouth, this time dipping my tongue into his mouth, taking charge.
I nip at his bottom lip, tugging and sliding my tongue across it as I grind my hips into him to prolong my climax. Before I have a chance to recover, I feel my core tightening as another orgasm begins to build. Dixon is rotating his hips, lifting himself, so his body meets mine, thrust for thrust to drive his dick as far inside of me as physically possible.
That’s two orgasms in a matter of minutes! My head is spinning so fast, I have to squeeze my eyes shut. I feel like I have a bad case of vertigo; my body feels off-balance. Dixon senses my sudden weakness and disorientation from the two back-to-back intense climaxes I just experienced, and in one quick move has me flat on my back, with him in-between my legs and pounding into me; soon, I’m lost in a state of euphoria.
Dixon works towards his own climax now. Within a few minutes, he’s grunting against my lips. I feel his muscles flexing and his body shaking against mine as he finishes.
My breathing begins to slow down to normal while we lay naked with him still inside of me for a few moments.
“That was…amazing,” I say breathlessly as I bury my face in his chest and run my finger up and down his spine.
“Yes, it was. I can’t wait to do it all over again,” Dixon says in his thick drawl, which sends shivers up my spine and goosebumps prickling my skin. I will never get used to that Southern accent. It does crazy, delicious things to my body, along with the man it belongs to.
Dixon cups my face and presses a kiss t
o my lips, this time more soft and sweet, before pulling out of me and removing his condom. “Meet me in the shower. We need to clean up and prepare for round two.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I quickly slide off the bed and join him in the bathroom.
Dixon’s cell phone began going off while we were in the shower, so he left me to finish washing my hair and got out to answer it. As soon as I finish rinsing the conditioner from my hair, I turn the water off and climb out. The cool air hitting my wet skin makes me shiver, so I dry my body as quickly as I can before wrapping the towel around myself and padding across the cool tile floor and into my bedroom.
The instant my eyes land on Dixon’s, I know something is wrong. His body is tense; his jaw is ticking, and his eyes look dark, brewing with anger.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I will my feet to keep moving.
He rakes his fingers through his damp hair before reaching out to me. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed and pulls me in-between his thighs before pulling me onto his lap.
He hits send on the text he was just typing, then sets his phone down and wraps both arms around me, hugging me tightly against his body. I can feel him shaking as he holds me in his arms.
Dixon inhales and exhales slowly against my skin as he tries to find the strength to tell me whatever the bad news is he just received. I’m getting more terrified with every passing second.
“Please, just tell me what’s wrong. You’re really freaking me out, Dixon,” I plead to him, then shift on his lap to cup his face in my hands.
I hold my breath as he opens his mouth to finally speak. “Kayden texted my phone earlier this evening to ask me to come into the office because of some breach of security thing. I told him I couldn’t come to the office and help because I was in Los Angeles with you. Well, technically at the time, I was standing at your doorstep waiting for you.”
I try to keep my breathing steady, so I don’t pass out from an anxiety overload. “Okay. So security was breached. Why do you look like someone just died? You’re really scaring me, Dixon.”
He pulls me tighter against his chest as the next words come out of his mouth. They cause my entire body to go numb as panic consumes my whole being.
“Kayden just called my phone while you were in the shower. He said Savannah had been kidnapped. The breach in security was linked to it…something about that gay couple next door to y’all.”
I sink into his body. My body goes numb as the word ‘kidnapped’ bounces around in my head.
“Kidnapped? By Jacob and Zak?” I ask quietly.
Dixon nods, then lets out a shaky breath as he affectionately rubs the pad of his thumb along my cheek. “There’s more.”
I feel my heart slam fiercely in my chest. It’s hammering so loudly in my ears that I can barely hear a word he’s saying.
“There’s been an accident. Savannah’s Audi was discovered by police, wrecked off the side of the highway. The only thing Kayden told me was that Savannah was hurt pretty bad and in emergency surgery. I already called the airport, and my jet is being fueled up now as we speak. We’re getting the okay to fly back to Houston within the next hour. I just sent Kayden a text letting him know we’d be in the air soon. He is beside himself. I hate the idea of him at the hospital alone. I guess Savannah’s parents are catching the first flight they can get to Houston.”
I feel like I’m trapped in a dream…no, a really bad nightmare. No matter how hard I try, I can’t wake up from it.
I slowly stand to get dressed. I barely remember putting my clothes on; it's as if I’m running on autopilot.
I can’t even begin to process what he told me. My best friend was kidnapped, and now she’s possibly fighting for her life in a hospital.
How does an evening go from something so magical to tragic in a matter of seconds?
The entire car ride to the airport, I don’t speak a word, and Dixon doesn’t try to get me to talk either; he just holds my hand, silently comforting me. I just stare out the window at the city as we head towards LAX. I refuse to cry. I need to be strong for Savannah.
I barely remember boarding the plane. I’m exhausted physically because of Dixon, and now mentally because of Savannah.
I need to be by her side. I need to let her know I’m here for her. I can’t lose my best friend. She’s my other half; the Thelma to my Louise. I curl up on the bed that’s in the small bedroom on the jet, and within seconds I fall asleep.
A few hours later, I awaken to the deep timbre of Dixon’s voice speaking to me. “Brooklyn. Wake up, darlin’. The jet's preparing to land, so we need to return to our seats to get buckled up,” he says gently as he rubs my back and coaxes me awake. As I open my eyes, the realization that this is real and not just a bad dream hits me like a pile of bricks.
When we finally exit the plane, there’s a Town Car waiting for us on the tarmac. It brought us straight to the hospital in record time. There’s almost no traffic; that’s the only good thing about driving at night.
The second we enter the hospital, the sterile smell hits me and sends me into a panic. This is all real...very, very real. This is really happening. I wish so badly that this was a bad dream and I’d wake up to find Savannah completely fine and safe at our beach house. Sadly, though, this isn’t a dream; it’s a living nightmare, with me and my best friend trapped with no way out.
I’m trying to keep myself together, but I’m failing miserably. Thank God for Dixon; without him here, I’d be left standing at the front desk trying to find my voice so I could ask what room she was in. The nurse tried to give Dixon the whole ‘past visiting hours’ spiel, but as soon as he gave her his last name and let her know that his family donates a hefty sum to the hospital every year, she quickly changed her tune and allowed us to go to Savannah’s room.
Dixon takes my hand in his and walks with me down a long corridor until we reach the Intensive Care Unit. Each step feels like an eternity; it's like we’re moving in slow motion. Dixon’s speaking to me, but the only thing I hear is my heart beating frantically in my ears.
On the entire flight here, I tried to prepare myself for what I knew I was about to see–but nothing can prepare you for this moment.
I freeze the second my feet hit her doorway. I see my best friend lying lifeless in a hospital bed, hooked to tubes and wires. She’s covered in cuts all over her arms and face. There's a large tube running out of her mouth that’s hooked to a machine, which is helping her breathe. From what Dixon told me in the car, she just got out of surgery, so her head is wrapped in gauze. Seeing her small and frail is too much to bear.
I lose it.
My knees give out, and I collapse to the ground. Dixon catches me just before I land completely on the floor.
“It’s going to be okay,” he whispers to me softly. He kneels down beside me just to hold me as I bury my face into his shirt and cry. The tears I’ve tried so hard to keep at bay break through the dam and fall freely down my face.
My best friend is hanging on by a thread. How is any of this okay?
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Acknowledgements
First and foremost, I need to thank my fans! Especially my street teams, Kayden’s Angels, Dixon’s Darlins, & Jordon’s Vixens, for working tirelessly every single day to get the word out about my books! Without your support, I wouldn’t be living my dream right now. It still feels surreal to think I’m an author! And
not just an author, but because of your undying support, I hit Amazon Bestselling Author twice.
My street teams spend all day, every day pimping me out and helping get the word out to new readers, and I cannot say enough how much I appreciate every single one of you. You’ve slowly become great friends, not just fans. I appreciate everything you do! Without your support, Brooklyn’s series never would’ve happened!
I need to give a big thank you to my family. My husband for supporting this dream and doing everything from housework to cooking to traveling with me to signings and patiently waiting every night for me to finally make it to bed after a long day of writing.
My girls, Madison and Bailey, for being such big helpers! They’ve been a blessing helping keep their little brother Finn occupied and not complaining when I say we’re ordering pizza again tonight.
I think this is why my beta readers, Paige from Fictional Men’s room for book ho’s, Amy, Ericka, Kelli, and Tammi, sent me all the feedback and enthusiastic emails after reading each chapter; it helped keep me focused and determined to deliver the most amazing novel I could write. I truly appreciate all their feedback and their love for Brooklyn’s first story.
A BIG Special Thank You to Author Kate McCarthy, my amazing author friend who helped me make Australian bodyguard Jax a perfect Aussie man!! And Samantha Towel, my author bestie, for ALWAYS being there whenever I need to just talk, vent, or need help with a sentence that is driving me so bat shit crazy, I’m five seconds away from smashing my freaking laptop!! Haa! I love you ladies HARD!! And to All my Author 101 authors for just being awesome and being there whenever any of us authors need help!
Thank you to author Brandace Morrow for allowing me to have sexy rocker Deklan from her Fangirl novel in Wasted Love! I totally fangirled myself for a moment when I wrote him into the scene! If you have’t read her novels yet you best go one click!
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