For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

I push her breasts together and circle her nipples with the tip of my tongue.

“Yes, harder, please,” she moans.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, giving just enough attention to one turgid peak before I move to the other. Her ass lifts off the couch, and I know she’s close. I suck harder. Her words become garbled and her body tenses. As she screams my name her body quakes. I continue to suck gently, bringing her back down. When she slumps onto the couch I release my grip and strip her clothes off quickly before laying her down. I grab one of the accent pillows and place it under her ass, tilting her hips.

“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you all night.” I lick the crease where her leg and thigh meet, inhaling her aroma as I alternate between nips of the soft skin of her inner thigh and swipes of my tongue over the offended area. I grip her thighs, keeping her spread wide for me. “Ain’t no sweeter taste than this, babe.” I kiss her shaved lips and run the tip of my tongue up her slit, ghosting over her swollen clit. She bucks her hips. I repeat the action, increasing my speed.

“Yes, right there.” Her fingers grip at the leather. Her hips sway in a circular motion, and her pussy yields its nectar.

I continue to work her clit, easing two fingers inside of her heated core. Her walls welcome me, clinging to me. I slowly ease in and out, priming her for me. She’s so tight and wet, I can’t help but moan. “I love how tight and hot you are, babe.” I curl my fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants.

Her head thrashes from side to side. Her fingernails dig into my scalp and her legs strain as she tries to close her legs. I hum. Her body tenses, her muscles flex, and she screams, grabbing my hair.

I continue to lap at her, gently bringing her back to reality. Sprawled out between her legs, I place soft kisses on her belly. This isn’t a race, it’s a marathon, and I’m not stopping until she’s spent and completely reassured I’m more in love with her now than I was when we were kids. “You back with me?” I ask.

“Mmm hmm.” She nods, giving me a slow smile. With her mused hair tumbling around her face, she’s a wet dream come to life.

I crawl up her body and take her lips. She moans, tangling her tongue with mine. One of the things I love about her, she never shirks away from kissing me after I go down on her. I rock against her, feeling her heat through my jeans. I move back and grip her hair. “I need to be inside of you right now, but I’m not going to do it on a couch.” I rise and lift her up into my arms.

There are rules when you stay here—you clean the sheets, and clear the fridge out before you go. I’ve never been as thankful for that as I am now. After tossing her on the bed I shed my clothes. When I climb between her legs and slide home, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my thighs. Pushed as deep as I can go, I line my pubic bone with her clit and find a steady rhythm.

Her nails dig into my flesh, and her muscles contract and relax around me.

“You feel so good, babe.” I move faster. “Tell me, whose pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

“I want to hear you say my name.”

“Yours, Echo.”

Her voice is shrill, and my cock swells. Her eyes swallow me whole as we both go up in flames. I’ve never felt as complete as I do right now, spilling into her as she calls my name and holds me tight from the inside out. I roll over, keeping us connected, and let her rest on my chest. I needed this physical affirmation to calm me. In my mind, she’s always been a runner. Now with my eyes open, I can see she was a hard ass survivor. Instead of turning and ratting my dad out, she removed herself from the situation and healed. I place an arm behind my head, and wrap the other one around her waist, running my fingers down her back. Her body is going slack, and I know she’s drifting off into what I hope is peaceful sleep.

“I’m going to make this all right, Dixie Rose. I promise you that. By the end, everyone will be welcome among the Kings, and you and I are going to the only Spencers that matter.”

Chapter Nine

Dixie Rose

Leaving the cabin was a sad thing, but no one can run from reality forever. Still, it was a nice break and we reconnected on another level. I feel lighter having come clean. For so long, my past was a secret kept between my father and I. It was my bout with depression and cutting that made him support my decision to leave right after graduation. He’d been there step by step, as I applied for grants, scholarships, and the colleges of my choice.

I pull up into Blue’s driveway and park. There was some sort of mini crisis, so I pretty much got off Echo’s bike and into my car. I walk up the driveway.

The door opens. Blue looks frazzled. Her hair is on top of her head in a messy bun. Her eyes are wide, and her lower lip is trembling.

“What’s going on?”

“Calla,” Blue answers, all but spitting.

“What the hell is she up to now?” I ask, shaking my head. “I swear she’s the spawn of Satan.”

“The way I hear it, bastard was pretty close,” Blue says. “We got a paper. She wants to challenge us for custody.”

“What the hell? She’s not going to get it,” I snap.

Blue shakes her head. “I know, I keep telling myself that, but part of me is terrified she’ll pull something out of her ass.”