Betting on Beaumont: A Brooklyn Novel #3 (The Brooklyn Series) (18 page)

Today has been a pretty chill day and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We slept in and then spent the early afternoon christening every inch of the cabin. I can’t wait to bring the guys up here and laugh my ass off as they sit at the kitchen island drinking beer and bullshitting with me. All I’ll be thinking about is Brooklyn’s bare ass pressed against the granite countertop as I pounded my cock into her hot little cunt until she creamed all over my fucking dick.

I had to do it before Knox beat me to it and brought Savannah up here. Its officially now mine and Brooklyn’s special place. That fucker loves trying to one up me. Has our entire life. We’re a very competitive family, but Knox and I take it to a whole new level. Once we both have kids, it’ll only get worse.

Speaking of kids, I probably should talk to Brooklyn about when she feels we should start a family. I’m new to this whole family thing and marriage. My sister and Mike started trying as soon as they got married. I know Kayden’s said him and Savannah want to start trying as soon as they get married this August. But with Brooklyn’s job, I imagine having a baby right now wouldn’t be the best option.

We spent the afternoon grilling up a late lunch, and then lounged in the hammock while Brooklyn read one of her smutty romance novels. This has been one of the most relaxing weekends of my life. After dinner we went for a hike along the property and spent the hour just talking to each other. It feels like we’ve spent all this time together over the last few months, but over that course of time, we’ve never really had a real conversation. We talked about our childhoods and crazy college days. It’s crazy that I’m spending the day with my wife finally learning what her favorite movie is, and what her favorite food is.

It’s like we did this all backwards, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Right now she’s sitting on the floor beside the coffee table, while a small fire burns in the fireplace and candles are lit around the room. She’s wearing tiny animal print cotton shorts and a light pink tank top, pink fuzzy cabin socks, and her hair up in a messy bun. while she works on dealing the cards for our game of Texas Hold ‘Em.

Carrying two solo cups in my hand and a bottle of wine, I exit the kitchen and join her on the living room floor. “Ready to get your ass whooped, Mrs. Beaumont?” I ask as I push her plastic cup in front of her and begin filling it.

“Hey, you may be the King of Texas Hold ‘Em, but I’m the Queen. So prepare to lose all of your clothes, Mr. Beaumont.” She smiles at me over the brim of her cup, as she brings it up to her lips, and takes a long sip.

I’m wearing a pair of pajama pants, briefs—because I needed to dress in layers so I don’t lose this game, a cotton t-shirt and socks. This game will end with Brooklyn wearing nothing but her killer smile while I devour every inch of her naked body to celebrate my victorious win at strip poker.

Picking up my cards I look them over before watching Brooklyn. She gives nothing away as she glances at her cards before bringing her gaze back up to mine.

“Hmmm, should I fold or should I bet?” She asks, slyly as she fingers the chips before her.

I let out a chuckle as I grab two chips and toss them into the center of the coffee table.

She raises an eyebrow at me before grabbing two chips and tossing them in with mine.

“You ready to start losing your clothes?” I ask, as I drop two more chips into the pile.

Taking a sip of her wine, Brooklyn glances at her cards again, before grabbing four chips, “I raise your bet…the only one who’ll be losing clothes after this hand is you.”

She’s cocky as hell right now and it's turning me the fuck on. I can’t stop wondering what her skin will look like naked and sprawled out beside the fireplace as I fuck her gorgeous body until the sun comes up.

I drop two more chips into the pot before Brooklyn finally lays out the first three dealer cards. I get a little nervous as I look from my hand to the three cards on the table, but I can bluff my way out of this and get Brooklyn to fold. She’s a rookie compared to me.

The next few minutes go the same, Brooklyn raising my bets and me matching them. Finally, after the last two dealers cards are laid out, I decide to up the anti and see if I can’t get her to fold by pushing in a handful of chips.

She looks nervous as she studies her cards and continually picks up her chips before letting them fall back down on top of one another. The room is silent besides the sound of Little Big Town softly playing in the background. “I’m going to match you.” She finally says, pushing the chips into the pile and laying her cards down on the table.

The second I see she has a goddamn full house and I only have three of a kind, my stomach flops.

She played me, played me really fucking good. She had the whole nervous, and unsure thing down pact.

“Fuck, me.” I curse under my breath as I lay down my cards and watch as she reaches with both hands and pulls her chips in. After organizing her pile she leans back onto the palms of her hands and slides her gaze slowly over my body.

“I plan on it.” Her laughter fills the air as she finds herself being so damn funny. She’s even more gorgeous when she’s gloating, but I won’t let her know that. “Now, strip.” She says nodding her head at me.

Fisting my shirt, I pull it over my head and toss it at her. It lands on her lap, and she picks it up, pressing it to her nose and inhales deeply. Instantly my cock hardens in my pants as I watch her lashes flutter as she breathes in the cologne on my shirt. She hugs it to her chest before letting it fall onto her lap and turning her attention back to the cards on the table.

She helps collect all the cards before sliding the deck over to me to shuffle and deal. “Ready for round two?” I grab the cards and shuffle them before dealing her cards and then my own.

“You ready to lose more clothes?”

I blow out a puff of air, “Poushh, I was just going easy on ya, warmin’ ya up, baby. Now I’m not gonna hold back, so get ready, because you’re about to witness the master at work.”

Six rounds later and a lot of very close wins and loses’, Brooklyn’s sitting in front of me in nothing but her leopard print and black lace g-string, and I’m lounging beside her in my fucking birthday suit. She fucking hustled the hell outta me tonight. I swear she was cheating somehow because there’s no way in hell that this game should’ve ended with me naked first.

Tossing the cards onto the table, I fold my hand and pounce on her, knocking her back onto the rug beneath her. “Fuck, this game. If I sit here one more minute and don’t stick my dick inside of you, I may rip the fucker off.” I growl down at her as I slide between her legs and press the head of my dick against her panties.

Biting her bottom lip, she blinks up at me with her big whiskey eyes filled with lust as she runs her nails along my back. “I was wondering how much longer you were going to make me wait. I was five seconds away from tossing your cards in the fire, and straddling you. I’ve never been more turned on in my life than I am right now.” Her voice is low and laced with sex as she grinds her mound against my dick.

Leaning down I suck her left breast into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her nipple, feeling the bud harden against my tongue. She lets out a soft moan as I clamp it between my teeth and tug gentle on it before releasing it and blowing softly making it harden even more.

“God, Dixon. Are you going to make me resort to begging.” She reaches down fisting my cock in her hand and begins jerking it. Her hand moves slowly from base to tip, causing my eyes to practically roll into the back of my head.

Cupping her face in my hands I smirk down at her with a cocky grin, “I think you begging for my cock would be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Her eyes narrow at me with a sparkle of mischief glowing in them. Bringing her hands to my chest, she pushes me off of her, rolling me onto my back. “When I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me to let you fuck me.” Climbing between my legs, she fists my dick and begins stroking it firmly, as her tongue teases the head, licking up the pre-cum that’s trickled out onto the head of my dick.

“Fuck, baby. You know how to drive me fuckin’ crazy…” I fist her bun on top of her head and begin moving her head up and down my length as she hollows out her cheeks and begins sliding her mouth up and down, taking as much of me as she can fit into her mouth.

My toes curl and my heart rate picks up as she begins sucking me like there is no fucking tomorrow. My balls tighten against my body, and every inch of my skin begins to tingle as she picks up speed. Her tongue continues to swirl around the head of my dick every time she brings her mouth up to the tip, before slamming my cock back down her throat.

Getting lost in the moment I begin thrusting my hips into her mouth, and squeezing her bun harder as I direct her head up and down. I’m so close to blowing my load down her fucking throat. A part of me wants to and watch her swallow every last drop, but the other part of me that wants to watch her ride my dick until it fills her with my cum overpowers the other.

Holding her head up by her bun, I still her head as I mummer, “That’s enough. Ride my fuckin’ cock—now.” I gasp for air as she sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

Her face is flushed and her eyes are glossy with lust as she stands and slips out of her panties, before straddling me. Slowly, she comes down on top of me, letting my dick stretch and fill her as she takes everything I have to give. I don’t want to come off as some cocky mother fucker, but I have a pretty big dick, but we’ve done this enough that Brooklyn fits me perfectly.

Nothing and no one can compare to how she feels as she wraps herself around me.

Running my hands along her sides, I explore her body as she braces herself, resting her hands on my chest and begins slowly moving up and down my length letting her body adjust to being filled by me this way.

She looks beyond gorgeous right now with her hair all tousled on top of her head, her cheeks flushed from the need to be fucked, and her skin glowing in the light of the fire. I cup her tits in my hands and tease them as she begins to pick up pace, rotating her hips in a way that makes me see stars floating before my fucking eyes.

Within minutes she has a perfect rhythm down and is chasing her orgasm as I fist her hair once again and crash her mouth down onto mine. I need to taste her kiss as she comes on me.

Crashing her mouth down to mouth, I slip my tongue into her mouth and kiss the breath straight out of her as she moans into my mouth. She’s almost there, I can feel her body tensing as it prepares for the orgasms she’s about to have. I begin thrusting my hips up at her, meeting her every time she comes back down onto me. She’s grinding her clit against me giving herself that final push that’ll send her floating into the clouds as ecstasy consumes her.  

I cup her ass with my free hand and begin rotating my hips pinning her against me. Each thrust I feel my dick rubbing perfectly inside of her and each time I feel her shudder against me. My balls begin to tingle as I feel my orgasms coming. Brooklyn’s nails dig into my neck and shoulder as her body grows rigid on top of me. My tongue licks at hers and our moans blend together as I give her one final thrust and send us both soaring together as we bask in our orgasms together.

Rolling off of me after finally floating back down to earth, Brooklyn smiles across at me with a love drunk smirk playing on her lips. “I love you so much, Dixon. Thank you for this weekend. It’s been simply amazing.”

Leaning up I retrieve the throw blanket off of the edge of the couch and cover us with it before pulling her back into my arms. I watch the flames of the fire dance behind her, causing a red glow to shine against her smooth, naked skin. Running my fingers up and down the curves of her side from shoulder to hip, I take in my wife, looking sated. But knowing my wife, I know she’ll be ready for round two in no time. Lifting her hand to my head, she slides her fingers through my hair and gazes lovingly at me.

“I love you too, baby. I’m going to spend every single moment making sure you know it. I know I don’t deserve this—you, but I’m so fuckin’ grateful that you’re here with me, like this, right now.”

Her eyes grow misty as she scoots her body closer to mine, and slips her leg in between mine. “You deserve my love just as much as I deserve yours, Dixon. We’ve both messed up more times than we can count, but that’s in the past. It’s time to move on, have a fresh start leaving all of that behind us. That starts this weekend with this amazing honeymoon. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect trip. A part of me is afraid to leave because right now we’re in this perfect cocoon away from the real world. But once we walk out that door tomorrow and return back to our every day lives, there’s no telling what will happen.”

“What are you scared will happen? I told you when I married you that I was in this forever. I may have been really, really, drunk. But like they say, the most honest people are toddlers and drunk people. Nothing, nor no one can destroy what we have. That I promise you.” Hugging her tightly against my chest, I press a kiss to her forehead and lay there holding her. Trying to show her not with just my words, but with my actions that I mean it when I tell her that I love her. She’s my fucking world now, and I don’t plan on letting her slip through my fingers ever again.

Snuggling her face into my chest she lets out a long, shaky breath, “You were pretty chatty in Vegas when you were drunk. One thing you made sure to tell me over and over again was how sorry you were and how much you loved me. It’s just with everything that Savannah and Kayden just went through, I’m scared to get too comfortable. Because once you get comfortable, that’s when shit seems to blow up in your face…I know you think I’m being a paranoid wife when I tell you I don’t like you having that slutty red head for an assistant. But can you put yourself in my shoes?” She asks, peering up at me with a fierceness in her eyes that lets me know she’s as serious as a fucking heart attack right now.