For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

When she comes back to Earth, she licks her lips.

“You want this?” I ask.

Dixie nods.

“Then come take it.” I lean over, help her roll over, and grip her hair hard. She crawls over to the edge of the bed. “Good girl, open.”

She lowers her jaw and assumes a submissive pose that has me damn near ready to blow my load. “Can’t be gentle with you right now, girl.”

“I don’t want you to,” she purrs.

Oh shit. While holding the belt loop in one hand and her hair in the other, I push between her lips and go all the way back to her throat. I pause for a few seconds, giving her time to adjust. She suctions around me and I let go, unable to control myself. I fuck her face.

She takes me to the back of her throat like a champ, rubbing her thighs together.

“Fuck, you like this shit as much as I do. It gets you wet, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I’m going to come so hard…” I grunt.

Her eyes water. Droplets line her lashes.

I can’t help but find the beauty in it. Her eyes glitter like fine diamonds. A sign of her yielding to me. Mascara runs down her face and the sight of her so thoroughly worked over makes my balls draw up. A tingle starts in the base of my spine. “Shit!” I roar as I flood her mouth.

She swallows it down, and a buzz begins in my head, blocking out everything else. She leans back on her heels, and I see splashes of my seed around her mouth. I wipe one off with my pointer finger, and she licks it off. “Fuck that’s hot.”

“Still as good as I remember,” she whispers.

“Shit, we need to get dressed and eat before I spend the rest of the night fucking you.” I bend down and untie her, massaging her wrists, to make sure the blood is circulating. We need to talk this shit out before I get inside of her. Because once that happens, there will be no turning back.

Chapter Four

Dixie Rose

I eat my steak thoughtfully. The steak house is little more than a hole in the wall with a bar. But the service is good, the food is tasty, and the music good. They played a mix of classic rock, pop, and some light R&B. It was the perfect wrap to the day. I have to admit, this is the most fun I’ve had in forever. I’d all but given up on dating. The men never had what I was looking for. I study the large man sitting across from me. Maybe this is why. My face heats as I think about the things

we did before we came here. Nobody has ever given oral like Echo. The man loves to eat pussy. Most men shy away from it, give it obligatory licks. He worships. I wiggle in my seat trying to ease the need building back up.

We’re still explosive in the bed, but what about everything else? His words echo in my head. “I can protect you now.” He’s offering me what I’ve always wanted, a way to fully belong in Kings of Chaos. Old ladies are sacred, you don’t dick with them. The petty potshots will stop, or he’ll make them stop. I have no doubts about that. How can I turn that down? I like my life in Santa Monica. My job is fulfilling, my friends are nice, but it’s not so great I couldn’t walk away.

“You’re a million miles away,” Echo says.

“Not quite that far, just thinking about Santa Monica.”

“You happy there?” he asks.

“Yeah. I love my job. The kids I work with have been great. My friends are nice.” I shrug.

“Got a man?” His voice is husky.

By his tone, I can tell he’s on edge. “No, Echo. I wouldn’t be here with you like this if I did. You know me better than that.”

He grunts. “All I’m hearing is nice. You deserve more than mediocre.”

“You know what I deserve?”

“Everything you ever wanted. Kids, the club, fucking joy. You’re not the girl who left. I know I played a huge part in that. Let me make it right.”