Chapter 4 Dawson
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Dawson
“Dawson, watch out!” My foreman, Jake, yells.
I barely have time to step out of the way before a tree crashes down beside me. I trust my guys. I know they must have shouted a warning before the tree fell, but my mind is so full of Esme and our time together at her house, there isn’t room left for anything else, not even my safety.
It’s been three days since I last saw or heard from Esme.
Her silence is tearing me apart. Even though we didn’t exchange phone numbers, she could have had Lainey ask Dean for my number since they are officially together now.
Sure, I could do the same and get her number from Dean, but this is her arrangement—she’s setting the rules not me.
“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off.” My older brother, Dash lives up to his name as he dashes to my side, making sure I didn’t injure myself in the near miss.
“I’m fine.” I brush past him without a specific destination. But with the restlessness I feel, I need to keep moving.
Catching up to me, he grabs my arm, spinning me around to face him, “That wasn’t a request, it was an order.”
“You’re not my boss,” I growl, feeling the need to pick a fight.
“I know I’m not your boss, but I’m your older brother, and that means more.
I’m tired of seeing you mope around for the last three days.
Whatever’s going on, you need to fix it, or I’m worried one of the trees will actually fall on you, and then I’ll be left with only Dean as a brother.
” Dash might be the oldest of the three of us, but he looks like he would be the younger brother.
“That would definitely suck.” I laugh, feeling lighter than I have in days. “Yeah, maybe I will take the rest of the day off.”
“I’d suggest going to the bar tonight, but it’s Wednesday book club night, and I heard it’s Warren’s turn to read from one of the romance books.”
I completely forgot what day it was—book club night. Esme will be there. “That’s a perfect idea.”
***
After showering and freshening up, I surprise Dean at the bar. “Thank God you’re here. Those horny book women are going crazy listening to Warren read that dirty book.”
“Does it bother you that Marigold holds her book club in the back room?”
“Nah," he says with a big grin, “Lainey turns into one of those horny women, especially when Warren reads. I can’t wait to take her back to my office later tonight and take care of her needs.” I’m still getting used to Dean and Lainey being a couple and Dean being so open about his relationship with Lainey.
“Doesn’t it bother you that another guy’s voice is making her horny?” I’m not going to lie, it’s making me a little jealous even though I know Warren only has eyes for Marigold.
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “It doesn’t bother me at all.
It’s not like she has a thing for Warren—it’s the words he’s reading that get her all worked up.
In the past, I’d have to sit back and watch her face flush, and nipples harden into tight peaks, trying to burst out of her T-shirt when it was Warren’s turn to read for the group.
I had to stand back and not do anything about it because she wasn’t mine.
Now that she is mine, I’m going to take care of her and make up for lost time. ”
I shift my gaze to the back room, trying to get a glimpse of Esme through the open door. “Looks like a full house back there.”
“Yup, I have to keep them happy.” Dean lines up shot glasses on two trays, filling them with butterscotch liquor.
“Here.” He shoves one of the trays toward me.
“I need reinforcements if I’m serving free drinks back there.
” I take the tray and follow him to the back room, scanning the crowd of women and Warren for Esme.
Dean clears his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“I thought you all might need a round of shots after Warren’s performance,” Dean says, causing all the women to giggle.
The rest of what is said is lost on me as I locate Esme in the corner, sitting at a table with Ruby and Lainey. I pass out the shots, saving Esme’s table for last. I linger a little longer than I probably should, but Esme is giving me a look like she wants to eat me up.
Finally, I step out of the room, hand Dean my empty tray, and go to the bathroom to splash some cool water on my face and calm my racing heart from the look Esme was giving me.
Pushing open the bathroom door, I run into a waiting Esme in the hallway. “Hi.” she says, grabbing my hand and leading me into Dean’s office. “I’ve never been in here before.” She shuts the door and locks it.
“Is there a reason you pulled me in here?” We both know damn well that Dean’s office is known as the hook-up spot with the regulars. But I need to hear it from her lips.
“I want you.” Her hands slide to my belt as she backs me up to Dean’s desk.
My hips hit the edge as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants, releasing my cock to her hungry gaze.
“Yummy.” She runs her hand from root to tip with a couple of pumps as she slides to the floor on her knees, taking me into her mouth.
"Fuck," I hiss. It’s my first time receiving a blow job and her first time giving one, but damn if she isn’t a natural.
I grip her hair in my hand, wrapping it around my wrist as I guide her up and down.
My cock hits the back of her throat, and I almost come at the sensation.
“That’s it, Esme. You’re doing so well.” I feel her smile around my girth at the praise.
She picks up her pace, taking me as deep as she can before pulling back and repeating over and over until I feel my balls tighten, ready to explode.
“I’m going to come.” I moan, expecting her to stop.
Instead, she doubles her efforts until I explode into her mouth, grunting like a bull in heat.
And like the good girl that she is, she swallows every last drop.
“How was that?” She pops up to stand between my legs. “Did I do okay?”
Is she for real? She did better than okay.
“That was amazing.” I capture her lips with mine in a kiss, not caring if I taste myself on her.
A knock on the door makes us jump apart. “Whoever is in there, you have five seconds to come out before I break the door down,” Dean shouts.
“Dean, you don’t have to get so angry.” Lainey’s voice carries through the locked door.
“Shoot, I can’t let Lainey and Dean find us like this.” Esme panics as I stuff my semi-hard shaft into my pants.
“What’s the big deal?” I grab for her arm, but she ducks under it, rushing to the window and opening it.
“We’re not a couple. I don’t want them to get the wrong idea.” Her words catch me off guard, giving her a chance to slip out the window like a thief in the night.
I poke my head out the window to make sure she’s okay, thankful that we are on the first floor. When I see her blonde hair duck around the corner, I slam the window shut and stomp to the door, unlocking it before pulling it open.
“What are you doing in here, Dawson?” Dean enters his office, his eyes scanning the room. “Are you alone? I heard some noises coming from inside that suspiciously sounded like sex sounds.”
Great, how do I explain to my brother that he must be hearing things, so I don’t sound like some kind of pervert who pleasures himself in his brother’s office?
“You must be hearing things,” I say, brushing past him before he can ask any more questions.
I push my way through the bar and out into the night, walking the three blocks to Esme’s house to make sure she made it home safely.
I stand across the street watching as her bedroom light turns off, wishing I could be in there with her instead of on the outside looking in, knowing I can’t go on like this—being her friend with benefits.