Page 24 of Dex

Ibreathein Dex’s manly scent. He always wore Hugo Boss, he never changed it up over the years. He would always smell woodsy to me. I loved it. One year I bought him a bottle and he just laughed at me when he opened it, saying that Fiona had told me which one he liked. That broke my heart a little; him thinking that I didn't know him.

“I live here now. I have a job. I have friends here, Dex. I think we need to chill for a bit. Slow this down.” I know he won't listen to me; this is where we see the alpha Dex. What Dex wants, Dex gets. It has always been the same way with him, and the way with Jay. Dex had to take care of Jay when they were younger and he worked his arse off to give him the things he needed.

“Not gonna happen. You live in Bell Harbour with me. You have a job at Castle Ink with me. You have friends back home with me. Need I say anymore?” Damn him. I lift my hands and place them on his chest. I love the feel of his hard muscle beneath my hands; I can feel the heat pulsing off him. I slowly run my thumb over his right nipple, feeling the bar he has there. The bar that I put there. We pierced each others nipples, years ago. It was a very sensual time, but Dex being Dex, held back and left me cold after the job was done.

“You keep doing that, and I am going to need to be buried deep inside that pussy of mine,” Dex grinds out. He sounds sexy as hell when he speaks like this.

“Your pussy? I believe it is attached to my body, pal.” But I don’t stop the moving of my thumb over his nipple. It hardens underneath my touch and I smirk up at him. But my plan backfires when Dex raises his hands and he cups my boobs, running his thumbs over my hyper sensitive nipples. Damn these pregnancy hormones. “Ohhh,” I moan.

“You like that, babe?” I nod my head, my arousal taking my ability to talk away. “Good. How about we move this to the bedroom? I haven’t tasted you in ages and I need to feel that tight little pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.”

“Get used to the tightness, boyo, because when your daughter comes into the world via that…” I angle my head down towards my pussy. “It is gonna be like sticking your dick into a mine shaft,” I jest. Dex throws his head back and laughs at me. I smile at the action; I have always loved his deep laugh.

He takes a deep breath and leans his head forward, laying a gentle kiss on my lips. Pulling his head back to see me, I lick my lips, savouring the taste of him there. That makes him growl and slam his mouth onto my mine, fusing us together. My gasp allows him to dip his tongue into my mouth and taste me the way he said he wants to, even though I know he didn’t actually mean taste my mouth. Dex slants his head, deepening the kiss and I take full advantage of the feeling. I have been crazy fucking horny. His hand squeezes my boobs and I throw my head back from the pleasure it gives me.

“Baby… bedroom. Now,” he demands. We have gone from naught to sixty in no time at all. I swear this man controls my sexual buttons. Damn him. I tend to lose myself around Dexter Castle, I always have, even from a young age and at times, looking back, I think he used that to his advantage. Dex steps back and I take a hold of his hand, leading him towards my bedroom. We walk in utter silence until Dex pulls me to a stop. I turn around and see him staring at the photos I have on the wall. I move my gaze from Dex’s face to the wall. The emotion clogs my throat as I watch him take in the photos. There are photos of all of us; Fiona included. Even though she had Dex, she was still a friend and never, not once, was a bitch to me. I could never hate her. She made Dex happy.

“Why?” he whispers, frowning at the photos.

“Family. Simple. We were a crew. Even though I love you, Dex, she loved you and held your heart. I couldn’t fault her for that.” He takes his eyes off the photos and looks at me. The pain is clear to me and my lip trembles. This just ruined our moment and I can’t even be pissed at him. His gaze drops to my baby bump and a small smile crosses his gorgeous face. I try to smile at him but the fear of him rejecting me again is just below the surface. Dex steps away from the photos and lays both of his hands on my belly, framing the baby bump in his big hands.

“She is our future. She will add to our crew, so will Liam and Penny’s baby. We may have lost Fi in body, but she is here in spirit. She always loved you Ads, always. I think deep down she knew the feelings that we both tried to bury. She never came outright and said it, but I saw the little smiles she would give me when you were around us.” He takes a deep breath and steps even closer to me, so that his stomach is pressed against the baby. “I really think she would be happy with this outcome.”

“Really?” I have to ask, it is killing me. I want to move forward with Dex, but I can’t do that with Fiona’s ghost between us.

“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’. I smile at him.

“I will love you the way she did, Dex, I promise,” I declare. Dex shakes his head at me.

“No, babe. You will love me your way and your way only. They are two different kinds of love. Two loves that I have been lucky enough to have in my heart.”

Well holy flipping shit.

You could honestly knock me down with a feather. His words hit their mark, their target: My heart.

Dexter fucking Castle just melted the last piece of ice I had wrapped around my heart. He one hundred percent just fixed me. My heart is going freaking crazy in my chest, my breathing becoming erratic. Dex's gaze lowers before he arches an eyebrow at me. I frown and look down and snort. Yes, I snorted. My nipples are trying their damnedest to break through my shirt and my boobs are rising and falling fast with my heavy, horny breathing. Damn his fucking heartfelt words.

“Perv. My room is this way. If you still want to?” I quirk a brow at him and he just smirks at me.

“Yeah, I want, babe. Lead the way.” I turn around and walk away from him and towards the room, before letting out a very un-sexy yelp.

“Ouch, you fucker!” Dex slapped my arse; hard I might add.

“Serves you right for swaying it all sexy like in my face, babe.”

“Whatever,” I mutter and walk into my room. I love my bedroom. I have a queen size bed with grey and red bedding on. Candles are spread over nearly all available surfaces; my dark wood bedside tables, matching dresser, the three shelves on the adjacent wall to my bed and even on the windowsill. I love candles, what can I say. I have two canvases on the wall; one is of a Skull Candy skull and one says ‘Be Brave. Be Bold. Be Awesome.’ An old client got it for me when he saw I was having a shitty day at Castle Ink. And yes, you guessed it; it was because of the sexy bastard standing by the door of my bedroom. The grey curtains hang but they are never closed; I have blinds that I use, that look like real wood.

“Typical you,” Dex says from the doorway.

“It is,” I reply, placing my hand on top of my bump. It is a habit now. Dex’s eyes follow the movement and he closes the gap between us. “Dex,” I say. He places his arm under my knees and one behind my back. He lifts me and I squeal. I fucking squeal; like a fucking girly-girl. He chuckles and lays me on the bed and climbs over me, being very careful of my bump. I smile at him, loving how gentle he is being. Dex is a rough bloke; Alpha, demanding. His strong arms brace his body over mine, his muscles bulging beside my head.

“I’m going to make love to you, Addison Cole. We have shagged in the past but now, now we make love. I need to show you how much you mean to me.” He leans in and takes my mouth in a kiss that ends all kisses. His tongue tastes mine, enjoying the flavour. He moans when I reach up and grip his tight arse in my hands, effectively pulling his erection into my heated core.

“I need you, Dex,” I pant out. Dex pulls back and sits back on his knees.

“You have me, baby,” he states, gripping the back of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. His tattoos cover both of his arms. His chest tattoo spans from shoulder to shoulder, it can be seen peeking out from the top of his shirts. Unless he is wearing a v-neck, then it is clearly visible. He winks at me when our eyes finally meet.

“Like what you see, baby?”

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