Chapter 58
58
FIONA
“Brittany seems nice,” I said when Dax opened the door to my rental house. I didn’t ask how he unlocked it, because this time I knew. We didn’t lock it behind us when we went off with the pickle people.
“She is, for a dentist,” Dax replied, turning around abruptly and pinning me against the closed door. His face was inches from mine. All I could see was him. Feel him. “I don’t want to talk about her. I want to talk about us. And your bed. And no one to–”
“Don’t mind me!” Dottie called from the kitchen.
I stared at Dax. Dax stared at me. Then my lips.
Then I grinned. So did he.
He stepped back and he adjusted himself in his pants.
It was then I picked up the amazing scent. Cookies .
It was hard to be mad at being cockblocked by cookies.
I took Dax’s hand. Yup, I took his hand and led him into the kitchen where Dottie was using a small ice cream scooper to drop dough onto a cookie sheet. A cooling rack had a small stack of finished treats.
Yum.
“Are all these for us?” I asked.
“It’s book club night,” Dottie said.
Dax groaned and held up both hands to ward off the pint-sized senior. “I’m not reading any more sex scenes.”
Dottie laughed. “This is a book club where we don’t actually read the books, only say we do so we can get together, drink wine, and gossip.”
Dax visibly relaxed.
“I need all the gossip,” she said, looking at both of us with a surprised level of seriousness.
“You’re the one who knows everything going on in town,” I said, snagging a cookie from the cooling rack. Oooh, they had nuts.
“Not since you two moved here,” she countered. “My connection at the police department says that a pickle van somehow rode off a cliff.”
“Huh,” Dax said. He only had a few seconds of additional willpower because he grabbed his own cookie. “Sounds messy.”
“Don’t huh me, young man. I know you know what happened. I can’t let Evelyn Seymour get the advantage.”
I didn’t know who Evelyn Seymour was, but it was the first person Dottie didn’t seem to like .
“I’ll make a deal with you,” Dax offered.
Dottie’s eyes lit up.
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know. The pickle van. The pickle people. Your dentist falling for a friend of mine.”
“Brittany met–” Dottie zipped her lip. “In exchange for?” she asked, knowing that had only been a tease. “Four cheese lasagna? Pesto garlic bread?”
Ooh, those sounded amazing.
Dax shook his head. “You walk out that door and come back in two hours.” He looked at me in a very naughty, very thorough way. “Make that three.”
I bit my lip trying not to laugh.
“Deal.” She went to the oven and turned it off, then kept right on going. “Have fun!”
Then the front door shut behind her and we were alone.
“Should we lock it?” I asked.
“Does it keep people out?” Dax countered, then closed the distance between us but didn’t slow, only leaned down and tossed me over his shoulder.
Then spanked my ass.
“What was that for?” I asked with a laugh as he carried me into the bedroom. “I’ve been a good girl.”
He set me on my feet in front of the bed. Reaching behind his back, he pulled out his gun. Set it on the end table. Next, he reached into my cross-body purse, the one I hadn’t taken off all day, and pulled out my weapon. He set it beside his.
“That was for me. Gotta keep you in line somehow. ”
My mouth dropped open and I huffed. “Keep me in line? I’ll have you know–”
He kissed me. Literally shut me up with his mouth.
Then, probably when he thought I wouldn’t keep talking, his kisses skimmed along my jaw, then down my neck. My t-shirt went up and I raised my hands for him to remove it.
You know who dropped to their knees? Yeah, not me.
Dax thudded onto the soft area rug before me.
My bra was unhooked with remarkable skill, but with my nipple in his mouth I didn’t think much of it. Especially when he rid me of my cut off shorts and panties.
“Sit.” His head was tipped up, blue eyes meeting mine.
I was naked and he was fully dressed.
I parked my butt on the edge of the bed–still unmade from when we got up.
“Put your hands behind you and prop yourself up.”
“For?” I wondered.
He took my ankles and raised them, which tipped me backwards. Instinctively, I reached back so I didn’t fall, although I would have only landed on the soft bed.
Then he set my calves over his shoulders.
Oh. Oh.
“For you to watch as I eat you out.”
“Okay.” There was no other answer any woman in the world would have said. Not with gorgeous, brash, annoying, protective, and tongue-talented Dax between her thighs.
“Good girl,” he said as he slowly lowered his head to my pussy. His gaze didn’t shift off me as he licked right up my center, then swirled.
Oh shit. Then flicked.
Oh, there was a twirl.
“Dax!” I cried.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
I didn’t even realize they’d fallen shut.
I watched Dax lick and suck, then get his fingers involved, all to make me come.
It didn’t take long–which probably only built his already massive ego up even more–to make me scream his name.
But when I did, I kept my eyes on his. Watched them flare with satisfaction as I came all over his face.
Coming to his feet, he remained between my spread legs. Opened his pants and pulled out his magnificent, impressive, massive, amazing dick.
He set a hand next to my head and loomed over me. His lips and chin were slick from me. Wasn’t that a sight?
“No rush this time. You, me. No one else.”
I nodded. “No one else,” I repeated, as he lined himself up and slid into me.
“Dax,” I moaned. He was big and while he filled me easily, he was a lot.
Once he was all the way in, he held still. Stared at me.
“I told you how I felt about you. You heard me,” he said.
I nodded.
“But we weren’t together. Not like this. I’m looking you in the eye, Fiona Whitaker, and telling you you’re it for me. ”
Tears filled my eyes. Love filled my heart, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“No way could I be with anyone who couldn’t take down a guy down holding a fucking coffee pot.”
I laughed and the tears went away.
“I take care of what’s mine.”
Those words were like a balm. They were better than I love you. He’s said those to me, and they were important, but even though I was ridiculously independent and hadn’t trusted anyone to have my back, I knew that Dax meant what he said. I was his and he was going to take care of me.
Because the only person before now to take care of me, was me.
“I’ll take care of you, too,” I admitted.
He grunted, because he didn’t seem to like that answer, pulled back, then slammed deep.
I whimpered at the delicious feel.
“We’ll see about that.”
I met his blue gaze with a gleam in mine. “Yeah, we will.”
And then we didn’t talk at all. Just fucked and then fucked some more. Some may have even called it making love.
Whatever the name, Dax sure as hell took care of me. Three times.