Betting on Beaumont: A Brooklyn Novel #3 (The Brooklyn Series) (8 page)

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Brooklyn hearing my bedroom door open, looks up to the second story and instantly her eyes lock onto mine. The second our eyes meet a heart stopping smile dances across her ruby red lips.

“Anyone else here?” She asks looking around the suite before strutting slow and seductively up the stairway toward me.

My dick is growing inside of my briefs as I my eyes roam over her body, slowly drinking every inch of her in. Her dress, short—maybe a little too short for my liking, hugs her curves perfectly. I cannot wait to get her into my room and unwrap her built for sin body. I plan on doing things to her that would make a Vegas hooker blush.

“Knox and Savannah I think are here. I heard voices coming from his room when I first got in, but it’s quieted down now. So I’m guessing they made up and now his drunk ass is sleeping it off.” I reply in a hushed tone and approach her closing the gap between us. The second her feet hit the top level I’m wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her off of the ground. Hugging her to my chest she lets out a playful squeal as I crash my mouth to hers. She wraps her legs around my waist and locks her arms around my neck as I carry her into my room and kick the door shut behind me.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to wait one more second for you.” I softly say against her lips as I bring her down onto my bed.

Her hands dive into my hair and her legs tighten around my waist. “It’s killed me not being able to be with you the second I landed today. But the hard part is over. Now you have my full attention for the rest of the night.” Her eyes, hooded through long, sweeping lashes, are like a summer lightning storm; flickering brightly with bright colors of amber mixing with the dark depth of jade. One look into them and I’m gone.

“I plan on making good use of these next few hours. I don’t plan on letting you leave this bed until the sun’s up.” I nip at her neck as I dip my head and suck on her warm, silky, skin.

The aroma of magnolias fills my nose as I breathe in her perfume. She smells like a warm, southern, summer day and I find myself completely captivated by the thoughts of her and I. Images of her naked and sunbathing on the dock of our family cabin while the warm breeze blows across the lake makes my cock grow harder between her thighs. It’s practically tearing through the cotton fabric of my briefs.

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 sitting 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.”

 

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