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One thrust. In one lunge, I fell to my forearms, covering her, my cock seated to the hilt. Her scream scared a crow out of a nearby tree.Fucking God, I could die a happy man.
She met my rocking hips with pumps of her own, our tempo increasing until I was driving into her at a steady pace. “You feel so good, Dixie. So warm and tight around my dick. So soft in my arms.” And then I couldn’t talk because my mouth was full of her breast, feasting on one plump mound of flesh, and then the other, lapping and sucking to the symphony of her keening moans.
She pulled at my hair and dragged my mouth up to kiss her. “I missed this, Deke. This was always so good.”
Without breaking contact, I pulled myself up to my elbows and knees and folded her knees up against her chest. I powered into her, and she cried out at the increased contact. Tingles gathered at the base of my spine. My balls filled and tightened. Even angry, even hurt, I’d dreamt of Dixie and her body that was once mine.
She arched her back to offer me her breasts. A sheen of moisture slickened her body, and the flesh of her thighs quivered. “Deke, I’m so close.”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let it go.” My finger found her clit and rubbed in smooth circles. She wailed, her fingers digging into my biceps, her hips frantic and pounding into mine. I gave her nipple a pinch and she flew apart in my arms.
Her orgasm came in waves, gripping my cock as I plunged into her pulsing channel. She reached between us to fondle my balls. “Dixie, baby, I can’t—” I entwined our fingers of both hands and held them over her head. Thrust into her two more times, and I was done.
My skinon fire was the dream that woke me. With my eyes open, I realized my arms and legs wrapped around a sleeping Dixie was the reality of the situation. I lowered my lips to her neck and nibbled until her eyes opened. She smiled and found my lips with hers, then winced as she stretched out. “Ouch. We fell asleep in the sun.”
“Umm hmm. I feel it, too.” I sat up on the blanket and brought her to my lap. I lifted her chin with a finger, then framed her face with my hands. These cheeks were pink, but wouldn’t be painful. The cheeks of her ass, however . . . I laid my hands on them. “You might want some cream for this skin; you slept onyour stomach. Let’s have a shower, then we’ll take care of that. We can grab some dinner in town.” She scooted away so she wasn’t seated on my lap, then found her panties and tossed me a towel.
“Remember, though, I told you I wanted to spend time with Beth, too. We have plans tonight, Deke. Dinner. I can’t keep blowing her off.” She rose from the blanket, then reached for my hand, pulled me up beside her. “A shower sounds good, I admit.” She grinned when I laid my lips on hers and snuck a kiss. “A shower with you sounds even better.” She stepped into her dress, looped enough of the buttons that it didn’t slip off while her untethered breasts flashed me from beneath. She gathered her sodden bra and shoved it into her purse. Barefoot, she trekked toward the house, made a detour to collect the grocery sack containing two cans of tuna fish, and continued on her way. With interest, I watched her walk up the slight incline and away toward my back deck. The full skirt of her dress hid all the good stuff, but I knew what was there. I took off after her. It seemed I was destined to follow Dixie around my house wearing nothing but a towel.
18
Dixie
“Come on . . . tell me again!” Beth cackled as she did the Snoopy dance from the walk-in closet, then stopped and bent forward with her hand to her ear. “You didwhat?”
I snickered from the corner chair where I’d flopped and then sprawled as if I was simply exhausted—because I was. Achy and bruised, as well, from my earlier romp with Deke, and now breathless with giddy laughter in the retelling. “Oh, Jesus. Somebody shut the girl up!”
Her only reaction was a wide-eyed two-fingergimmesignal. I tucked my legs beneath me—the cushions of Beth’s overstuffed chair begged to be cuddled into—and had to take a deep breath to tamp down my giggles. A long, slow sip from my glass of wine—my third so far—helped to draw out the moment. “I had sex with Deke.” Not that she needed me to repeat myself. She heard me just fine the first time. And the time after that. Mostly she wanted to dance. And gloat.
Which was fine, because it seemed I wanted to gloat a little myself.
“I knew it!” She yanked me out of my comfy chair, then steadied me when I nearly doused her with Chablis. “Get dressed. I want to go out!” She flew around the room, crowing like a rooster at dawn as she gathered clothes.
I glanced down at the outfit I’d just changed into. “But I’m happy in my sweats. And what happened to staying in? The pizza’s in the oven; it’s almost hot.”
“You and Deke, girl; y’all are what’s hot! Sparks flying, talk you out of your panties in broad daylight, sunburn on your ass, down and dirty—”
I held up my glass and toasted the air. “Rolling-in-the-dirt-like-animals kind of dirty.” Beth stopped dead in her tracks, mouth agape, eyes saucer-wide.
Why am I helping her?But my grin had a mind of its own and would not be subdued. Probably because the sex with Dekehadbeen smokin’ hot and . . . all that other stuff.
And because, for the first time I could remember, Beth was speechless.
“Oh. My.God.” She threw her arms up and fell to her back on the bed. The dress she’d brought from the closet fluttered beside her, then slithered to the floor. But continued silence was too much to hope for.
“I knew y’all’d get back with Deke!” Her voice went dreamy, and murdered my perfectly respectable buzz.
I rescued the dress and dropped to the edge of the bed. “Beth, honey, Deke and I are having a little fun, but this is not a . . . relationship.” A sudden surprising weight landed on my heart. I hadn’t come to Kissing Creek looking for Deke. Hadn’t come looking to make new friends, either. I’d intended to avoid entanglements as much as possible. But memories weresharpening, and not everything I left behind was bad. Most things—and most people—were far too good.
Damn! Maybe today was one craptastic mistake after all.
Beth took the mass of fabric from me, then pulled her legs up until she was sitting with the dress wadded in her lap. “Don’t you want to be with him?”
I still didn’t belong here—in this town I ditched without a backward glance—and I was planning to leave again as soon as possible. But Deke? My memories of him were starting to take over my thoughts.
I gulped back the rest of my wine. “Yeah, damn it. I’m beginning to want that more than ever.”
Her brow furrowed in rows that would have my mother calling her plastic surgeon, then smoothed as she brightened. “It’s small town Saturday night, girl. Everybody you remember will be scootin’ boots and knocking back cold ones. They’ll want a chance to say hey before Cooter’s funeral and you leave town again. Besides, it’s not often I get the night off; let’s join them!”
