Heart of Dixon Page 5

  I keep glancing at the door knowing I need to go if I’m going to catch her before she thinks I’m messing with her and gets in that elevator, leaving me with a raging hard on and no one but rosy palm and her five friends to finish what she started.

  Greg is too worried about what’s being said on Sports Center on the jumbo flat screen hanging on the wall to care if I stay or go at the moment.

  “Sorry guys. It’s been a long week with everything going on, ya know? How about a rain check. I’ll shoot you a text tomorrow night if I decide to go out.”

  Luckily with that, I’m good to go. I waste no time booking it out of the bar. I mentally fist pump when I spot Brooklyn waiting at the wall of elevators for a car to arrive. I know this is stupid, but I’ll just blame it on the whiskey in the morning.

  Brooklyn

  My body is shaking right now. I feel as if any second I may end up on the damn floor, embarrassing the hell out of myself.

  The moment Dixon walked into the bar, I knew I was screwed. I tried as hard as I could to distract myself and pretend he wasn’t there, but it was physically impossible. I could feel his eyes on me. It made every inch of me tingle from my head to my toes. It was as if I could actually feel the caress against my skin where his eyes had slowly roamed over me as he eyed me from across the room. The bar was humming with energy from us. Even across the room, I could feel his want for me deep in my bones.

  Still he ignored me and didn’t once try to approach me, which only infuriates me more. It’s been four days...Four. Freaking. Days...since we’ve seen each other. He bailed on me when I needed him most, leaving before the damn sun had even risen. Then he made zero attempts to reach me.

  I don’t know how a man can infuriate me to the point where I want to kick him in the balls so damn hard that he’s fishing them out of his stomach for a week. At the same time, he manages to bring me to the point of practically begging for him to please just fuck me already and put me and my vagina out of our misery!

  Everything about us screams danger, but reckless Brooklyn sees the red flags and says, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

  I can think of quite a few things that could happen. Both good and bad.

  Even though the bad outweighs the good, I find myself doing as Dixon asked. I leave the bar and head directly toward the wall of elevators where he told me to wait for him. Not wanting to look like an idiot hanging around the lobby, I pull up my Facebook and scroll through reading the nightly bullshit people post. It’s crazy how much dirty laundry is aired on Facebook. Who needs soap operas when you have As Facebook Turns?

  I hear heavy footsteps behind me and my arms tingle with the familiarity of Dixon as he approaches me. I know it’s him without even having to turn around. But I don’t give it away. I ignore him until he’s standing right beside me.

  His hand finds the small of my back, causing a sharp intake of breath as I try to calm my racing heart. This man sets my body on fire by just being in the same proximity of me. The electric charge I feel between us every time we’re around each other is completely insane. It only intensifies with each passing moment we spend together.

  I feel him lean into me and brush his lips against my ear while gently pushing my hair back, exposing my neck with the bridge of his nose. The cool air mixed with his warm breath causes goosebumps to prickle my skin. He smells like Dixon and Jack Daniels, a lethal concoction.

  With his free hand, he hits the call button for the elevator. I try to keep my eyes locked on the digital numbers as they count down. I’m grasping at straws here as I try to stay strong and not instantly melt into him. I want him to work for what he wants, especially after the way he’s treated me the last few days...as if I don’t even exist. Now because he sees me being flirty with a stranger, he suddenly wants me. Go figure.

  “You don’t know how happy I am that you climbed off that barstool and came out here to wait for me. Because even though it’s the last thing I wanted to do, I would’ve resorted to physically removing you from that bar. My dick is as hard as fucking stone right now from just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”

  A tingle trickles along my spine that causes me to shiver. As I feel his hand slide slowly down my back and come to a stop on my butt, a slight gasp escapes my lips. Not caring that we’re in the middle of a hotel lobby, he gives my butt a firm squeeze. I hear a low rumble resonate in his chest as I jump slightly from the ding of the elevator opening. A few people scramble out. Not wasting a second, Dixon drags me into the elevator. I spin on my heels and see we’re not alone. There are two older gentlemen joining us for the elevator ride.

  I lean into him whisper-yelling into his ear, “Are you drunk?!?”

  “Yup, and you know what that means, baby. It’s gonna be a long night.” He smiles smugly at me winking as he plucks his room key from his pocket and slides it into the wall of the elevator. He presses the floor for Kayden's and his secluded penthouses. The other two men select floors six and fourteen. This is going to be torture being locked in an elevator with a drunk and horny Dixon along with two old guys.

  When Dixon’s drunk, I swear he has the best stamina of any man I know. His dick stays rock hard for hours, giving me endless hours of mind-blowing, toe-curling sex. Just thinking about it has my pulse racing.

  Never removing his arm from my body Dixon holds me against his side while casually checking the email on his phone. My eyes remain locked onto the numbers once again as I wait for us to be alone. It then dawns on me: What if others get on before we hit our floor?

  Normally, I couldn’t care less that I’m in an elevator with other people. I’ve practically dry humped my dates in worse situations. There’s just something about Dixon that puts me on high alert. I don’t know if it’s the feeling of being completely out of control when I’m with him that terrifies me. But there’s definitely something about him lately that has slightly knocked me off my game.

  I suddenly feel Dixon’s lips against my ear once again, and I bite on the inside of my cheek as I try to keep myself in control.

  “I’m going to finger you right here, right now, and you’re going to be completely quiet. If you can do that, I’ll have you screaming as I rock you with one hell of a fuckin’ orgasm before we hit the penthouse floor.”

  Holy. Shit.

  I glance around nervously at the two men who are lost, like most of our society, in the world of the cell phone. Both of their eyes are glued to their small glowing screens, oblivious to what’s transpiring just a few feet behind them. I feel Dixon’s hand slide to the hem of my dress that stops just a few inches below my butt. I push closer to him, trying to be sure that no one can see what’s happening behind me. My eyes wander up to the security camera in the corner of the car watching all of us. I swallow hard and tell myself Dixon probably does this all of the time, so he most likely has Kayden’s security team on speed dial for when he has these transgressions.

  For some reason unknown to me, I actually feel jealousy bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I think about all of the women he’s done this to. Possibly in this very elevator car!

  I close my eyes and count to ten.

  Get your Goddam shit together, Brooklyn.

  This isn’t you. You don’t get jealous...ever.

  You love life simple. Drama free. And especially uncomplicated sex.

  “Fuck! You ain’t wearing any panties.” Dixon hisses into my ear, as his fingers slide deliciously slowly in and out of me, practically causing my knees to give out.

  I brace my back against the wall and grip the metal bar behind me for support. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to stay quiet, but it isn’t working. Dixon never specified if he wanted me to only not make any sexual noises giving away our dirty little secret or no noise at all. I begin humming I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift, which I’ve had stuck in my head all night after hearing it on the radio on my way over to the hotel. I thought it then, and I’m definitely thinkin
g it now; this song is perfect for the guy who has his fingers deep inside of me in a public elevator!

  “What are you doing?” His voice has an edge to it that sends a shiver down my spine that, at the same time, makes my sex clench around his fingers.

  I turn my head toward him with a small smirk playing on my lips, and I tell him nonchalantly, “Humming…”

  His fingers leave me suddenly, but he doesn’t remove them from between my legs. Instead he runs his fingers between my lips, spreading my arousal up to my clit before he begins torturing me in the best kind of way. His fingers are going fast in a circular motion while pressing firmly against my clit before changing pace to slow and gentle.

  I feel as if I’m about to lose my mind. I want to throw him against the wall, jump up, wrap my legs around him as I dig my fingers into his scalp, and demand he fuck me until we both collapse with exhaustion, up against the elevator walls. The elevator slows to a stop before the doors ding and slide open. Gentleman number one exits, and I breathe a sigh of relief when no one else joins us on this stop.

  As I feel my orgasm inching closer and closer, I begin to panic.

  How in the hell am I not going to make noise and not completely embarrass myself in front of this old dude in front of us? Has Dixon lost his freaking mind?!

  I squeeze my legs together, trying to fight the tingling sensation overtaking my body. My gaze keeps shifting from the guy to the ascending numbers on the elevator panel, then to the security camera and back around again. My breathing is quickening, and my eyelids begin to flutter as I feel the inevitable about to happen. My knees quiver, and my body gently quakes as I come hard against Dixon’s fingers as he continues to push and rub at my clit, making my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. I bite so hard on my bottom lip, trying to muffle my moans I taste blood, but like the good girl I’m trying to be, I keep quiet and continue to hum to Taylor Swift.

  I can’t believe that I just climaxed in an elevator with a complete stranger a foot away from me who’s totally oblivious to what just occurred behind him. The elevator slows to a stop again, and the doors slide open. Not wasting a beat, the guy quickly exits the elevator, never removing his eyes from his phone.

  The second the doors slide shut, I melt into the wall and let out a loud sigh before snapping my head towards Dixon. I’m too sated at the moment to move, or I’d smack him upside the damn head.

  “What the hell is the matter with you?” I attempt to yell at him, but it comes out breathy and sounding like I just ran a marathon while having a vibrating dildo jammed up my fucking vagina.

  A cocky grin spreads across Dixon’s face as his lips curl up at the corners.

  God those lips.

  They were put on his face just for me to suck, bite and kiss. I swear.

  I squeeze my eyes shut.

  Focus, Brooklyn!

  “Don’t fight it, baby. You know you just had one of the best orgasms of your life. Relish in it. Believe me, the ‘just fingered in public’ look really suits you. You’re glowing.”

  What an ass. A hot ass. But still an ass.

  “There are cameras in here you know...not to mention...two complete strangers! What the hell were you thinking doing that?!? What if one of them turned around while I was orgasming against your damn hand? That would’ve been mortifying!”

  “But they didn’t. No sense in stressing over 'what ifs'? Who cares about cameras? Kayden owns the hotel. They know us both well enough to know that we sometimes behave inappropriately. The proof is always erased.”

  Finally gaining some control once again over my body, I turn towards him. I push against his chest, but barely make him move an inch, “You are a pig! You know that, right? You act like fingering a woman in an elevator is as normal as brushing your teeth in the morning!”

  He bring his right hand up to his face and sniffs his fingers before happily, or more like smugly, saying, “Mmm…sweet as honey.”

  I shake my head at his stupidity, but also clench my thighs together because that was so damn hot.

  “You ain’t foolin’ anyone, Brooklyn. I know you. I know you are just as wild as I am. You can’t tell me you haven’t done sexual acts in public because then you’d be lying.”

  I purse my lips and fall back against the elevator wall. “So what? There’s a difference from getting hot and heavy in an elevator alone with a guy compared to doing something like that while there are other people in here. And I’ve gone a little too far in clubs, but dammit, Dixon! It’s dark in there, and people can’t see my face all flushed and hear me moaning uncontrollably!”

  He lets out the sexiest chuckle as he cups his dick through his slacks. “Believe me Brooklyn. I will never hear Taylor Swift again without imagining your face as you come.”

  “Thanks to you, I’ll never hear that song either without remembering the most mortifying moment of my life.”

  Dixon moves so fast that I have zero time to react. Within mere seconds, he’s in my face pinning my body against the elevator and cupping my neck with his hand leaving me completely at his mercy.

  “There you go trying to lie to me again. I see straight through you, Brooklyn. You’re like clear glass exposing every thought and every feeling to me. I know it, and you know it. What happened in this elevator, not one minute ago, was the most exhilarating thing you’ve ever done. The fear of one of them or both turning around and discovering what I was doing to you turned you on more than you’ve ever been turned on before. You’re still so worked up that I bet, with just the flick of my tongue on that sweet little bud of yours, that you’d be coming all over again.”

  Well, um. Okay. If I thought I was hot and bothered before, I’m now molten freaking lava melting into a puddle of scorching hot desire screaming to be graced with another orgasm.

  Without saying a word, Dixon spins and slams his hand hard against the emergency stop button, causing the elevator to come to a halt. He then kneels down onto his knees while never taking his eyes off of mine.

  My heart sounds like thunder booming across the night sky as it pounds forcefully against my ribs. I grip onto the metal pole so hard that I imagine my knuckles are now pure white. I cannot believe we’re doing this. Fifteen minutes ago I was telling myself I had to get used to never being able to experience another Dixon orgasm ever again, and now here I am getting ready to enjoy my second one in a matter of minutes.

  He grips my thighs and slowly runs his hands along my outer thighs, pushing the hem of my dress up until I’m fully exposed to him. His hands leave a sizzling path of heat over my skin as they trail along my body.

  The second his tongue slides between my lips and slashes against my sensitive bud, I curse out loud taking advantage of having the space to ourselves. I want him to hear what he does to me. I want my cries of ecstasy as he racks my body with multiple orgasms to haunt him in his dreams and torture him throughout his days.

  “Ohh God! Fuck, Dixon! I’m going to cream all over your tongue if you do that one more time!"

  Stopping, he squeezes my ass with the palms of his hands and beams up at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Is that a promise?”

  Rolling my eyes, I squeeze my thighs against his bulging biceps and slam my head against the wall as the throbbing increases, and my body starves for a Dixon induced euphoric high. “Yes. Now please finish what you started, or I swear to God, Dixon...”

  “I love it when you get all bossy on me.” He says with an amused tone before cupping his mouth over my mound. He begins sucking hard while swirling his tongue around my clit as he slides two fingers into my dripping wet pussy. My head is spinning and within two seconds, I’m screaming out in pleasure as another orgasm tears through my body. I’m shaking against his mouth and conjure up every ounce of strength in me to keep myself upright.

  “Oh my God....oh my God…” My moans fade into a blur of words that are incomprehensible. I don’t know where each cry of bliss starts and ends. They simply flow together like the mel
ody of a song.

  As fast as our moment of bliss happened, it ends as Dixon’s phone dings, causing him to jump to his feet. He digs it out of his pocket as I adjust my dress, pulling it back down into place.

  Without saying a word, he hits the emergency button once again and the elevator jerks back to life and begins ascending toward Kayden's and his penthouse suites. Both penthouse suites are two levels and overlook Houston. They are definitely living in luxury at this place.

  He types a text before stuffing his phone back in his pocket and then comes to rest next to me leaning against the wall casually as if he didn’t just give me two orgasms.

  The second the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open, I practically run out of the elevator. The air in there was getting so thick on the last few floors of the elevator ride, that I swear it was almost impossible to take a single breath.

  Dixon takes two steps towards me before wrapping his arms around my waist and walking me in the opposite direction of which I usually go...right towards his suite.

  I feel like Alice in Wonderland right now, and it’s as if just fell through the rabbit hole. Now I’m following the troublesome rabbit into Wonderland. I’ve wondered what it’d be like to go there and experience one more night with him. Now I’m about to find out. For some reason, I find myself wondering if I’m about to get myself in so deep that there will be no possible way to ever get back to the reality I’ve always known, or if I’ll want to know.

  Chapter Six

  Holy crap. My body hurts like hell this morning. I lift my arms slowly above my head, stretching, as I attempt to wake up. I feel like I ran a 5k with how tender every inch of my body feels. My thighs burn as I stretch my legs and roll toward the floor to ceiling windows. The sun is peeking through the spaces between the steel gray curtains that cover them with just enough sunlight to tickle my skin, warming it as it beats against me.