Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) (13 page)

“Never touch a flame that you can’t tame, Kennedy. If I create the fire, I’m the only one allowed to put it out.” Fire and heat are exactly what Dixon consists of, and I swear being this close to something so hot is going to get me burned.

“Allowed?” I challenge, trying to pull my hands out of his grip but it’s useless to even try. “I think my husband would have something to say about that.”

“He’d probably have a lot to say if he knew what was goin’ on between us, but he doesn’t and it needs to stay that way.” Leaning down, he shifts so he can look directly in my eyes. “So tell me why you came to me instead of him considerin’ the fact that we both said last time was the last time anything would happen between us.”

“Stupid mistake I guess.” The look in his eyes change for a second before they’re back to the heated and taunting and he shakes his head.

“No. Do you wanna know why you showed up here, Kennedy? Because I know.”

“Well why don’t divulge your secret knowledge, Mr. Hale, because it’s pretty damn obvious to me that I have no idea.”

“You showed up here because you want me, Kennedy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm, yeah. But not only do you want me, you’re startin’ to realize you need what I can give you.” All I can do is shake my head at his words and it does nothing but make him smile. “Lyin’ to me is one thing, but lyin’ to yourself is completely different. Believe me, I know. We both know that I give you somethin’ Gunnar isn’t or you wouldn’t keep comin’ back for more.”

I dart my tongue out, wetting my lips and Dixon’s eyes drop to them. “This wasn’t supposed to keep happening, Dixon.”

“No shit,” he admits. “It wasn’t supposed to happen at all, but it did. And guess what, now I can’t get you out of my fuckin’ head and all I wanna do is hear my name on your lips when you’re tremblin’ underneath me. If I’m near you, I wanna touch you and I don’t care who is watchin’. I want you to ache because of me, and I want it to be an ache that only I can make go away. I wanna make you need me. Do you know how much of a fuckin’ piece of shit that makes me feel like?”

“Probably about as much as the one I feel like knowing I already do,” I mumble.

He’s trying to hold himself back. I can see it in his posture, the tick in his jaw. I can feel it in the flex of his fingers on my wrist and the change in his breathing. I don’t like knowing he’s trying to stop himself from doing something he wants because he isn’t sure where I stand on everything. All because I don’t know how the hell to say it. He’s been the one to start this the other times, and now having him holding back is killing me and that tells me everything I need to know. Even if I don’t quite understand it.

“What do you want from me, Dixon? It’s plain to see that I can’t tell you the reasons I showed up here, so what do you want to hear?”

“I don’t
want
to hear anything, Kennedy, I
need
to hear it. Tell me that you need this just as much as I do. But, the words have to come out of your mouth. I know how to read your body, but I
need
you to tell me that you actually
want
me to.”

The completely cocky tone of his voice is a total contradiction to the pleading look in his eyes, and I know the second I open my mouth everything will change. It won’t be a mistake anymore, it will be a choice. An option that could tear our world apart if Gunnar found out. However, I know that Lynsey was right when she said I would eventually fall apart without this side of me being fulfilled.

“I need everything you’re willing to give me, Dixon.”

The second the words are hanging in the air between us, Dixon releases the hold he has on my wrists so he can grip my face instead, holding me still. The tips of his fingers tangle themselves into my hair while his thumbs brush across my cheeks and over my bottom lip. A moment of unexpected tenderness before he slams his lips against mine. The brutal force of his kiss causes me to give into him without struggling to remain in control so I grip his wrists, holding on as tight as I can.

He shifts, putting my arms around his neck before gripping me by the back of the thighs and lifting me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I expect a struggle when he lifts me, because let’s face it, I’m not feather light, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice the extra weight. I’ve never been a tiny girl, so I’ve always fought it when someone other than Gunnar tried to pick me up, but I don’t dare to fight Dixon on it. Pressing me harder against the wall, he slides his hands back and flexes his fingers against my ass, making me groan. I push the hat off his head, letting it fall to the floor, and run my fingers through his messy hair as he works his lips down one side of my throat and back up the other to my ear.

“You have no clue how hard it is for me not to leave a mark on this gorgeous body. I want nothin’ more than to leave a pattern of my handprints across your perfect ass.” My body heats, trembling because of his words, I know by the look on his face when he pulls back that he didn’t miss it. “You want me to mark your ass don’t you, Kennedy? You wanna be able to look in the mirror for the rest of the night and see where my hands were so you can remember how I make you feel?”

“You can’t,” I say with no real force behind my words because it is something that I do want that.

Cocking an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curls up. “That sounds like a dare to me, Kennedy.”

I should have known he would take it that way, but I wasn’t thinking. “What if Gunnar sees them?”

For a second he stops and I think he might back down, but he doesn’t. “I guess you’ll just have to keep your pants on and keep him from seein’ your ass until they’re gone, now won’t you? Or maybe we should show him so he’ll know how it’s done. He really should know that the soft little love taps he gives you get you nowhere anymore.” The thought of both of them together does something to me that I can’t even explain, but I know it will never happen so I don’t even entertain the idea for more than that second. “Yes or no, Kennedy? Can you keep your ass covered for a while if I give you what I know you want?”

“Are you actually giving me the option to tell you no?”

“Don’t get used to it. I know what you want by the way your body responds to me, and I know how to give it to you without askin’ if I’m doin’ it right. I won’t ask permission often now that you told me what I needed to hear. So yes? Or no?”

“Yes, please,” I breathe, the words rush out in a jumbled mess, but it doesn’t matter, he already knew what I was going to say.

“If we were at my house I’d bend you over the fuckin’ kitchen table. I’d tie your hands and ankles to the legs so you couldn’t get away from my hands when they came down against your ass.”

I groan at the thought and drop my head to his shoulder for a second before popping back up and pressing my lips against his ear. “You don’t have to worry about me tryin’ to get away from you, Dixon. You wanna mark my ass? Do. It. I dare you.”

Digging his fingers into my hips he pulls until my legs fall away from his waist. Tossing me over his shoulder with ease, he chuckles as his hand comes down against my ass. “Sunshine, you have no idea what you just started.”

My body bounces against his shoulder with every step but I can’t see where we’re going. He stops in the middle of the room, looking around for a second before heading in a different direction. “Where are we going?”

“Can’t fuck you in my bunk upstairs and I don’t think they’d appreciate me feastin’ on that sweet pussy of yours at the kitchen table, so I have to get creative here.”

I don’t ask anything else because I can’t think of anywhere else that he could possibly be bringing me inside the station, so I close my eyes and wait for him to stop. It takes me a second to realize that we’re getting higher off the ground and when I open my eyes, we’re up on the side of the truck. Leaning forward, my ass gets pressed against the side and he pushes me up until I’m sitting on the on top of the cab. I inch back across the cool roof as he scales the side and stands to his full height once he’s up here. Towering over me, he begins to undo the suspenders and tosses them by his feet without looking away. When Dixon reaches for the snap on his gear, I grab his hand to stop him.

“You want me to stop?”

I twist around so I can sit up on my knees. “No, not stop, but can I do it?”

“You can do anything you want, Kennedy.”

I smile as I reach out and make quick work of everything in the way of what I want. His cock, standing at attention, dares me to do something. Reaching out, I run my fingers over the smooth skin, letting my thumb roll over the head causing Dixon’s thigh muscles to tense. The piercings at the tip glisten in the light and I shiver, remembering how they felt inside of me. I flick my tongue over them, relishing in the sound that rumbles out of his chest when I do. With his hand on the back of my head gripping my hair, he controls the pace I keep after he’s in my mouth. I gag a little when he hits the back of my throat but I force myself to relax, and when the knuckles of Dixon’s free hand drift over my cheek, I lose the ability to think about anything but how he’s touching me.

After a few minutes Lynsey’s voice enters my head, and I need to know if what Mark said earlier is true. I push against his hips until he stops moving and lets me speak. “You said I could do anything, so can you lie down? I want to try something.”

He drops down against the top of the truck next to me, kissing me roughly before inching down so he’s flat on his back. I situate myself on my stomach between his thighs, pushing his knees out of my way. Dixon lifts up onto his elbows as I run my tongue down his shaft until I hit the bottom. Rolling my tongue over his balls, I slip my finger into my mouth and watch his reaction. As soon as I attempt to do what I had planned, Dixon shoots forward, grabs my arms and flips us, pinning me down.

“You can do anything, I promise,” he pants, the look in his eyes telling me that he’s barely hanging onto his control by a thread. “But if I let you do that to me right now I can guarantee someone will hear us and rush see what’s goin’ on. Next time we’re alone at my house I’ll gladly let you explore.”

I nod, biting my lip to keep myself from asking when the next time will be. This isn’t something I should want, but I do.

“My turn.” Mischief fills his eyes and I know I’m in trouble. He reaches above my head and grabs the suspenders that he dropped before and then my hands, looping them around my wrists and then to the light bar in front of us. Getting onto his knees, he drags my jeans over my hips, leaving them bunched at my knees. “Flip over, I want your ass in the air. And I suggest you keep quiet if you don’t want me to have to stop because we get caught.”

Doing as he says, I put my bare ass into the air without reservation. The suspenders tighten with every movement but it does nothing but excite me more. Picking my head up, I watch the traffic drive by knowing they can’t see anything at the speed they’re going, but if they were to slow down and pay attention, they would see what I’m letting Dixon do.

Dixon’s hand suddenly lands hard against my ass and I yelp, attempting to jerk forward away from the blow but he catches my hips and holds me still. “You said you weren’t going to try to get away.”

“And I figured you would give me a heads up before starting.” My body clenches as the sting from his slap dulls down into a burn that makes me ache for more.

“Oh, Sunshine, your heads up was when the word ‘dare’ rolled off your lips and you damn well know it.”

I don’t have a chance to say anything before he starts in again, switching spots with every swing. I bite my lip and push back against him, silently begging for more because I’ve never felt like this. It’s so intense, I feel like I am going to explode. Every slap echoes through the building, leaving a sting behind in its place. After a few more, his hand disappears only to be quickly replaced by his tongue being buried inside of me. I gasp at the sudden change in assault tactics from Dixon and let a long, low moan escape. I flex my fingers into the suspenders, trying to keep myself from coming so maybe this will last a little longer, but Dixon pulls back when he notices my hesitation. Flipping me back over, he settles between my thighs, pinning my legs against my stomach because of how he left my pants. My ass burns with every movement and not even the cool metal of the truck is doing anything to soothe it right now.

“Don’t you ever hold back like that unless I tell you to. I wanna feel you fall apart as many times as I can make it happen.” Sitting back on his heels, he dips his thumb inside of me, drawing it up and circling it around my clit at a lazy pace.

“I don’t know if I can stay quiet anymore,” I admit, panting. “There’s no way I can if you fuck me right now.”

“Well, we’re gonna do it anyway. I am fuckin’ you, Kennedy. If I have to stuff something in your mouth to keep you quiet, I will, but I’ll be balls deep inside of you when I come because I’m gonna give you another reminder of who took control of you today.”

Once again I don’t have a chance to say anything before he moves into action. Slamming his hips forward, he enters me, stealing my breath. My back arches off the roof, my eyes roll back, and when I finally catch my breath and cry out it’s louder than I expect.

Dixon laughs, slowing his hips. “Do you
want
to get caught?”

“No. Dixon, please don’t stop,” I beg, biting my lip again to try to keep quiet but with every thrust of his hips, it gets harder to control.

“That’s what I’ve been waitin’ to hear. And I don’t plan on stoppin’ for anything.” He leans over me, driving into me at a different angle that has my body stiffening and my toes curling. Sliding his hand over my chest, his fingers draw over my throat, teasing me with the thought of what I know he wants to do. “You want it, don’t you?” It isn’t a question, even I know that. Like he said before, he doesn’t need to ask me anything to know exactly what I want.

As he begins to pound harder into me with his thumb still circling my clit, the pressure on my neck gets tighter, making it harder to breathe and intensifying everything else. I’m on the edge, but can’t quite get there and I know that it’s Dixon controlling it somehow because I held back before. The closer I get, the harder it is to stay quiet. Every time he loosens his grip so I can catch my breath, I can’t help but let the noise out. There’s no controlling it anymore. From cries of passion, to his name, or begging him not to stop, it all comes out and I can’t even stop myself when I hear a car door and voices.