Page 3 of Big Dix

Inhaling a shaky breath, my cheeks heat, my knees weaken, and my heart pounds with excitement, and I return my attention to my phone and the picture he sent again.

Fuck me! It is him!

Atticus Dixon. America’s boy next door, star quarterback and team captain for the Tennessee Mountaineers has sent me a dick pic.

I repeat.

A. DICK. PIC.

In the photo, he’s captured his reflection in the mirror. He’s posed on the edge of a bed. His bed? I don’t know, that doesn’t matter. What matters is what he’s wearing or, more importantly, what he isn’t.

Focus, Evelyn.

His dark hair, cropped to perfection, highlights his perfect, gorgeous angular face and full, pouty lips.Damn.I’m sure angels rejoiced when he was born.My eyes trace down the image, noting his impossibly large chest and muscled arms. The most impressive thing about him rests gripped in his hand, sitting between his massive spread thighs—a third leg.

Now I see why his nickname is Big Dix. That devil dick is only semi-hard, and it has my lady parts praising his name.

Shit, he looks good naked.Better than I could ever imagine. And trust me; I’ve imagined it a lot!

This has to be photoshopped or something. No way is this him. Then I spot something on the back of his phone. I zoom in as far as I can go.

It’s a yellow Post-it Note, and on it is written,

@BigBoo...ks4BigDix

I’ve shown you mine. Show me yours.

Well played, Mr. Dix. Well played.

TWO

Atticus

I laugh and watch the word “Typing” pop up and disappear several times. I’ve stunned BigBoo...ks4BigDix speechless.

Maybe I shouldn’t have sent that picture, but with all the shit she leaves in my comments, I couldn’t help myself. The woman is beautiful. I bring up her profile and scroll through the images.

Her tits are magnificent. Those perky full breasts are driving me mad. Her dark black hair lays softly against her smooth, caramel-colored skin.

Shit, she is gorgeous.

Although none of the posts show her entire face, her beautiful smile is there in every picture. That’s actually why I decided to message her after her taco comment today. She’s fun. I could use a good dose of that. People may not think the celebrity they leave comments for will ever look at them—the messages or profiles—but I do. Maybe not all. But I try.

BigBoo…ks has replied.

I tap the icon and can’t help but laugh.

@BigBoo...ks4BigDix

Are you drunk? Is this you trying to booty call me?

Not that I’m above a drunk booty call from you, just surprised you, Atticus Dixon, The Darling of American Football, is coming at me like this. You got a dirty side, Big Dix! Me likey.

THREE

Evelyn

Holy shit.

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