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  For the first time I find myself looking into the future with someone and not being consumed with the overwhelming need to send my ass running as fast as my feet can carry me.

  Wiggling beneath me she shoves at me pushing my body up off of hers. “Roll over, Dixon.” She demands with a sexy and playful tone as she runs her hands along my bare chest.

  One smile from her and she has me falling to my knees and begging her to let me worship every single inch of her.

  Doing as I’m told, I roll onto my back and let my head fall to the side of the bed as I watch her every move. Kicking off her heels, she rolls onto her knees, and crawls across the bed before sliding onto my lap. Her dress is riding up her thighs revealing to me her long, toned and tanned legs. My hands find her thighs and slowly travel up them until they meet the seam of her dress.

  Her hot pink lacey Victoria Secret’s aren’t a secret anymore as I push her dress up and over her butt. “God, you are so fuckin’ beautiful, Brooklyn.” Sitting up I find the zipper on the back of her dress and quickly pull it down causing the straps of her dress to fall off of her shoulders.

  She doesn’t say a word. For the first time in her life, my sassy, say what pops in her head the moment she thinks of it, Brooklyn is gone. In its place is a woman with only one thing on her mind. She’s too busy talking to me with her hurricane eyes to speak a single word.

  Fuck me…

  I curse under my breath, as she fists her dress and pulls it over her head along with my help. I toss it onto the floor before getting to work removing her bra next. The second it falls from her body, and her breasts come free from their confinements, I feel the air leave my lungs.

  She’s all mine.

  I plan on making it known to her and her body that I don’t plan on letting her go any time soon.

  I cup her breasts in my hands lifting them and bringing my mouth around her hardening nipple.

  She sucks in a shaky breath, and a soft moan escapes her lips as her hands find my hair once again. I feel her back arch and her pussy, warm and soaking wet through her panties, grinding against my cock screaming to be let free.

  “God, Dixon…I’ve missed this.” She whispers with a husky tone as the need to be fucked becomes almost too much for her as it does for me.

  Her nails scrape at my scalp before slowly sliding their way down my neck, and to my shoulders.

  My tongue swirls around her nipple, before my teeth gently bite at the hardened bud making another moan escape her lips. “These are mine.” I murmur against her burning hot flesh as my tongue slides along her right breast and works its way over to her left.

  Extending her body away from me suddenly I release her nipple with a loud pop. She smirks down at me as she climbs to her feet and shimmy’s out of her panties, before kicking her right leg toward the edge of the bed.

  I don’t pay attention to where her panties land, because I’m too busy salivating over her delicious pussy on full display before me.

  “Is this yours too?” She asks as her fingers travel down her stomach making their way toward my favorite place on earth.

  I lick my lips, and suck on my bottom lip as I try to hold back the groan forming in my throat. I run my hands up her calves and allow them to travel up her body until they come to a stop, cupping her ass in my hands.

  “It is mine, baby. All fucking mine.”

  Slowly descending back onto her knees she slips her fingers into the elastic waist band of my briefs and tugs on them. Lifting my butt in the air, I allow her to pull them down and release my cock that springs free. Heavy, hard, and throbbing from the need to be touched, sucked, fucked, it isn’t picky, it falls against my stomach.

  “Is this mine?” Her voice sends a shiver down my spine, and my cock tingles, as my balls tighten, when I feel her hand wrap around my dick. Her hand moves up and down as she jerks me off all the while never letting her eyes leave mine.

  Nodding my head up and down yes, I squeeze her ass in my hands as I direct her body forward. “It’s all yours, and it’s feeling rather deprived at the moment.”

  Pouting her full bottom lip, she shifts her body and lines the tip of me with her slick entrance. “We don’t want that now do we?”

  “No…no we don’t.” I stammer as I try to keep it together. My eyes roll into the back of my head and deep growl leaves my mouth and echoes around the room as I grip her hips, directing her up and down my length.

  The room fills with sounds of our heavy breathing and soft moans as I flip her onto her back and find the perfect rhythm. I wrap her long, wavy, curls around my fingers and force her head to tilt up toward the ceiling and aligning her lips perfectly with mine.

  Crashing my mouth down onto hers, my tongue dives into her mouth as my hand cups the back of her thigh. My body fits perfectly between hers as I pound hard, long, precise thrusts into her. The need to feel her coming around my dick spirals out of control. Her swollen lips kissed mine back just as fiercely as we both chased the orgasms we desperately needed.

  Her nails bite into my flesh as she squeezes my ass urging me to go faster. My heart is hammering in my chest and our bodies are slick with sweat as I push us closer with every thrust I slam inside of her.

  My body shudders and my muscles contract as I feel my dick begin to pulsate deep inside of her. At the same time her body stills beneath mine, as her pelvis continues to rotate perfectly against me.

  Her mouth parts as loud, breathy moans leave her lips and blend with my curses of ecstasy.

  “Fuckkk…baby…I missed you…” My throats hoarse as I whisper against her lips before kissing them again.

  As I lay there with her beneath me, glowing from her orgasm and ready for round two, I know without a single doubt in my mind.

  I’m in love with this fucking girl.

  These feelings are foreign to me. I find myself completely terrified and awe struck at the moment. Brooklyn’s making me feel things I didn’t even know existed outside of cheesy Nicholas Sparks movies that she loves watching.

  With Brooklyn and me all I know is things are about to get really interesting. For starters, we’re about to see how many orgasms I can give her while in Las Vegas.

  It’s one challenge I cannot wait to tackle.

  Chapter 7

  -Dixon

  Around five a.m. we finally collapsed beside each other completely spent but floating on a high we can only get from one another.

  I’ve been with a lot of women, but no one can come close to doing to me, what Brooklyn does, each and every time we’re together.

  Brooklyn naked and flushed from the hours of sex, snuggled her back into my front and fell asleep wrapped in my arms. She had suggested going back to her room down the hall, but I refused to let her leave. I know everyone will be shocked and taken aback once we come out to everyone as being together.

  I told her that we can tell everyone tonight if she wants to because I’m done pretending I don’t want her. I don’t want anyone else thinking she’s free game for them. I’m crazy for this girl and want the world to know it. After meeting Brooklyn, I now understand why Knox and Braxton act like love-sick, pussy whipped, ball less men whenever they’re around Savannah and Mya. It’s because these women own our goddamn balls! They know how to bring us to our knees with just the slightest look or the simplest touch. They are Aphrodite’s in stilettoes. Stealing our hearts without batting a fucking eye lash.

  The sound of Braxton banging on my bedroom door wakes me a few short hours later. Forcing my eye lids open I swat at my nightstand for my phone. Picking it up, I press the home button to see what time it is.

  11:27 in the fucking morning. You’ve got to be kidding me. I could go for another three or so more hours of sleep.

  “Rise and shine, Beaumont. We’re hitting the road in an hour. Kayden wants to grab brunch at that dinner a few blocks over before we meet up with Chase.” He say’s popping the door open.

  Braxton’s eyes go from me to Brooklyn who’s now sittin
g up on her elbows holding the sheet against her chest. Narrowing her eyes at Braxton she hisses at him with an annoyed and clipped tone, “Shut that fucking door, Braxton…or so help me God.”

  With eyes as big as saucers, Braxton covers a chuckle with his hand as he wraps his head around what he’s seeing. “Sorry, bro. I assumed you were alone in here. You’ve got an hour.” Wiping his hand over his buzzed head, he shakes it in disbelief before disappearing back out into the hallway.

  Falling back onto the pillow’s, Brooklyn let’s out a frustrated sigh, “my head sounds like the damn UCLA marching band is performing inside of it. Why the hell did I drink so much?”

  Laughing at the adorableness of her grumbling, I roll onto my side and wrap my arm around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, I murmur against her skin, “It’s Vegas. That’s the perfect answer to any question while here. It’s the hall pass to do the craziest shit and not allow your friends to hold it against you.”

  Turning her eyes onto me, she turns her intense stare onto me now, “I’m not going to turn into one of those Las Vegas hall passes am I? Just some crazy thing you did while drunk in Vegas? Because I swear to God, Dixon. I’ll chop your balls off if you break my heart.”

  The smile in her voice and on her lips tells me she’s trying to play it off as only being half serious. But I can see it in her eyes the way that fear and sadness flickers in them. She’s serious about me not breaking her heart. I don’t doubt for a single moment that she wouldn’t try to chop my nuts off.

  Letting out a low groan of frustration, I squeeze her against me harder before nibbling a path from her shoulder up to her mouth. I give her a quick peck on the lips before forcing myself to toss back the blanket’s and climb out of bed.

  “You want to join me for a shower? Or do you want to sleep a little longer?” I ask as I stretch my arms out above my head and try to shake the sleep from my body.

  Rolling onto her stomach and sprawling out across the bed, Brooklyn buries her face into my pillow and mumbles, “I’m going back to sleep.”

  “Alright then. Sweet dreams sleeping, I’ll see you tonight.”

  After stuffing my face along with the guys with towers of pancakes and home fries the last thing I want to do is drive a race car around a track at two-hundred miles per hour. But the pancakes loaded with way too much syrup sure did help with our hangovers. Mine hangover is more of a Brooklyn hangover. I drank myself drunk on that delicious pussy of hers and her honeysweet lips. While my buddies here, drank themselves into oblivion with Jack Daniels and God knows what else.

  The Escalade pulls up to the Las Vegas speedway where Chase is meeting us so we can all take a whirl in his race car. Kayden and Jax climb out first—which like I thought things with Jax are slightly uncomfortable today. Especially since Braxton discovered her in my room this morning. The second I stepped out of my room, Braxton was grilling me about her and I and where that left things with her and Jax.

  It’s a completely fucked up situation.

  But we’re here to have some fun and that’s what we’re going to do. Braxton and I climb out of the SUV last. The Nevada sun is hot and dry as usual with the sun blasting down on us. We all quickly get to work sliding our sun glasses on to shield our eyes from the blinding desert sun.

  “Y’all ready to burn some rubber?” Kayden asks clapping myself and Jax on the backs as we walk toward the entrance to the speedway.

  Being the smart ass that I am I have to make a joke. I mean come on! Knox is asking for it with that question? “I plan on burnin’ rubber while we’re here in more ways than one.” I crack up laughing as everyone laughs along with me.

  Removing his Longhorns ball cap from his head, Kayden runs his fingers through his still damp hair and rolls his eyes at me, “You’re such a dumbass.” Before slipping his hat back on.

  We walk under the arch way leading under the bleachers and make our way over to the area leading out to the pit boxes in the middle of the track.

  “Hey, glad you guys were able to stop by!” Chase says greeting us all with man hugs. He’s wearing his fire suit and has his number 10 Corona car parked in his pit box. Just another reason why he’s my favorite driver, he’s sponsored by the best beer in the world.

  “Well you know we couldn’t resist coming by and testing out the new car.” Braxton tells him as walks around the car, checking out the new paint scheme and sponsors.

  “Who’s going to test drive the beast first?” Chase asks sliding his eyes over the four of us.

  Not waiting for anyone to answer, Braxton climbs through the window and gets to work buckling his harness. “Hey! This is my bachelor weekend, so I get to go first.”

  “Hurry it up jackass! I need to get behind the wheel and test drive this bad boy.” Jax tells Braxton, poking his head into the window, as Braxton slips on the helmet.

  We all climb up onto the cement wall and watch as Braxton fires up the engine. That baby is loud! It’s vibrating my fuckin’ eardrums. We all cup our ears as Braxton burns the tires off and shoots down pit road pulling out onto the track.

  Finally, able to hear again, we all bullshit for a few minutes while Braxton does a couple laps. Of course it doesn’t take long for Chase to change the top to the Shayne fight last night with Kayden. I know it’s the last thing Kayden wants to talk about especially since Savannah and him are trying to move past all that shit.

  They kissed and made up last night I guess, so now all is good in Knox world once again. Even though life is far more entertaining when life is blowing up around us, I’m ready just as much as he is to have some fucking peace and serenity mumbo jumbo shit.

  All this lady drama is wearing me the fuck out. And not in the good way that I like women to be wearing me out. Well, at least not up until last night. It started out shitty and then ended up being a pretty stellar evening thanks to Brooklyn.

  “So, ya wanna tell me what the hell happened between you and Andrews last night?” He asks eying the bruised knuckles on Kayden’s hands.

  Kayden let’s out a frustrated sigh, “Not really, but I have a feelin’ ya want the dirty deets anyway.”

  Chase gives Kayden a look that screams: are you shitting me? Spill the damn beans, as he lets out a low belly laugh, “Bet your fuckin’ ass I want the dirty deets after seeing the videos on TMZ and Tinsel Town Blog. Shit man, you were pounding his face in last night in front of everyone in Vertigo. The last I knew you two were friends, hell you threw him a party last night for his fight this weekend!”

  I can see Knox’s jaw ticking as his mind goes back to last night’s events. Feelings from last night are still raw and fresh for him. It’ll probably be a few days before the anger he has built up inside of him subsides.

  He grips the cement wall and leans back against it as we all watch Braxton zip past us in a blur as he heads around for another lap.

  “Shayne ran his fuckin’ mouth, so I shut him up. I imagine you saw the pictures floating around of him takin’ the belly shot off of Savannah at Vertigo in L.A.”

  “Yeah, I saw the pics, but listen dude, if you love the girl as much as I think you do, don’t dwell on this shit. Fix it. If you fuck it up, and you lose her for good, looking back you’ll see you let your pride get in the way of your happiness.”

  When the fuck did Chase become so philosophical?

  “Listen to you. Givin’ out the love advice.” I joke clapping him on the back.

  Rolling his eyes, Chase stands as Braxton begins making his way down pit road. “It doesn’t happen often asshole, so take the advice while I got it to give.”

  We both crack up laughing.

  Flashing a perturbed expression directed at Chase and Kayden, I yell to the two pansies talking about their fucking ‘feelings’, “When you two girls are done discussin’ all that mushy shit, let me know, so I can help ya find your balls. I think I saw them roll over by the gas cans.” The sarcasm in my voice is evident. Jax rolls over laughing beside me as Chase and Kayden roll their
eyes at my asshole response. Which only makes me chuckle harder along with Jax.

  “Shut it fuck face, or you don’t get to drive my car.” Chase threatens, walking past me and slapping me upside the head. It only makes me laugh harder. I swing my arm up and punch him in the arm as he walks over to help Braxton out of the car.

  “Awe, someone getting their panties in a twist? First y’all talk about your fucking feelings and then the next thing I know you’re getting all sensitive over here. Y’all are turning into a bunch of girl. Thank fuck one of us at least still has some goddamn balls.” I joke, cupping myself through my jeans.

  “Keep it up smart ass, and you’ll going back to Vegas with ball less because I’ll have them dipped in brass and dangling from my fuckin’ review mirror.” Chase counters while flipping me the bird before taking Braxton’s hand and pulling him out of the car.

  We spend the next hour busting each other’s balls—figuratively not literally thank God. Each of us took turns whipping his race car around the truck a few times. Nothing is more exhilarating then getting behind the wheel of one of those babies. As soon as you push on the gas pedal your back is glued to the fucking seat and your ass isn’t moving until you finish your laps.

  I can’t wait to come back and catch up with Chase again. Next time maybe I’ll bring Brooklyn and let her take a few laps around. I know Chase will get a real kick out of that. Me a settled man.

  After climbing back into the Escalade to head back to the hotel for some gambling. I send Brooklyn a text letting her know how the trip to the speedway went. I send a picture of me in the car along with a quick video I had Braxton get for me while I did my laps around the track.

  Immediately I get a text back.

  Holy shit. That is so awesome, dude! And seriously HOT!! I wonder what it’d feel like riding your dick while you raced that baby around the track?