Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DIXIE
“ D arlin',” he rasps, his voice tight and constricted, our eyes locked and loaded with each other’s, my hands cupping his handsome face. “What are you doing to me?” he whispers, the smell of whiskey on his warm breath surrounds me.
“Loving you Tripp,” I lean into him, a soft kiss dusting across his lips and I feel his hands on me, finally on me. Hands curling around the curve of my hip, fingers pressing a little harder into my dress and I know I’ll have marks on my burning skin.
His eyes bounce between mine for just a moment, vulnerability hazes them along with a desiring want and need and I can't remember the last time I saw that, and then it dawns on me, it's always been that way with Tripp. He has always looked at me like this. Always.
My lips break into a smile before I press them back on his, our kiss hot and messy as our tongues dance with each other in a tantalising routine.
Rolling my hips gently over his lap, mindful not to hurt him as I feel his evident bulge in his pants.
“Fuck,” he groans, hands skimming down my body to my bare thighs, his finger and thumb squeezing into my sensitive skin before gliding under the hem of my dress. My breath catches at the back of my throat, breaking away from him. The tips of his fingers brush delicately across the front of my panties, rubbing my clit gently through the soft and thin material.
And my god, it feels so good to be touched by him again. Two of his fingers curl around my panties, my skin erupting into goosebumps from the small touch of his fingers on my bare skin, on the most sensitive part of my body. Slipping further, his fingers press against my clit, gasping when the shot of pleasure cascades down over me, my head rolling back as he works my body up, plays me like a guitar with a song that only he knows because he was the one to write it.
I feel like we're teens again, hands on each other at any moment we get.
But we're not teens.
We don't have to hide this anymore.
I have loved this man with everything I have for ten years, I’m not about to waste a second more hiding it from him or anyone else.
Hips roll over his hand just as his fingers tease at my soaked opening.
“Tell me you want this,” he rasps, teasing me with the tip of his fingers, slipping in and out of me. The burning ache that was once a spark is now a raging ember intensifying in my stomach.
“Yes,” I nod, hands splayed against his chest and my mouth hangs as he slips two of his fingers deep inside of me, fucking me with them slowly.
His head tips back as he watches me, watches how the pleasure that he is causing possesses me, taking over my body bit by bit.
I clench and a knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
“You getting close baby?” his voice quiet just as he teases a third finger and my hips roll forward, silently begging him to do it.
I nod, chest rising and falling as I try my hardest to not come, I don't want it to be over yet. Letting my hand slip down his shirt covered chest, my fingers wrap around his wrist as I shake my head from side to side. Confusion paints over his handsome face, and he slips his fingers from me, and I whimper at the loss.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, eyes bouncing between mine and I shake my head.
“I'm just being selfish... not ready for all of this to be over,” I admit, cheeks turning crimson.
“Baby, it's far from over,” he smirks, his fingers back rubbing my clit, but I stop him again.
Shuffling back slightly, my fingers skim up and down the silhouette of his cock as I begin teasing him.
“How is this fair?” he cocks his head to the side, and I smirk, “It isn't.”
Pulling my bottom lip behind my teeth, I sink them into my bottom lip as I readjust myself over him. Legs widening so I am sitting deeper into his lap, my fingers dancing up my bare thighs as I lift my dress up around my waist.
Tripp sucks in a breath as his eyes fall between us, watching as my hips begin to rock over his cock.
“Little Dreamcatcher,” he rasps my nickname and my eyes lock with his as the breath catches at the back of his throat, my hips circling getting the friction I so desperately need. “You're going to make me come in my pants like a horny teen,” his hands rest on my thighs, and I bite the inside of my bottom lip.
“Good,” I whisper, lowering my lips to his as we kiss, his hands move to my bare hips as my pantie covered pussy rubs against his pant covered cock.
My stomach tightens, pussy clenching as I rub myself off over him, kisses getting lazy, and he pins me to his lap as he presses his cock against my clit.
A moan slips past my lips as I roll myself over him.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my lips.
His hand slips up to my throat, squeezing gently before it curls around the back of my head, his fingers wrapping around the hair at the nape of my neck. Tugging my head back softly, his lips dust up the column of my throat as I shamelessly move my hips, getting all I need from him.
“You going to come baby? You going to make a mess all over my lap?” he nips at the sensitive skin of my throat.
“Yes,” I whisper as he groans. “Are you?” I turn the question on him, and his mouth hangs open a little, eyes all hazy, my hips rocking up and down his cock.
“It seems I don't have a choice, you're just too good,” he smirks but his breaths are laboured, harsh, intoxicating. I let my head roll forward, looking down between us and continue to rub myself off on him, but I manage to catch just as his eyes roll into the back of his head. His grip on my hips tightens, pushing his hips up and against me again causing his cock to press just where I need it to. Rocking my hips back and forth, I ride him. Head falling forward, my breaths become laboured and my movements lazy, but I don't stop. Rocking myself slowly against him, my clit rubbing over the tip of his cock and I feel him stiffen beneath me, head tipping back as he comes and he sends me spiralling. My back arches, head back and just as my orgasm rips through me, two fingers are fucking me as his thumb presses against my clit and the rough waves that crashed over me moments before calm down to soft laps against the shore.
Our eyes are hazy, lips parted as we both pant, lips pressing into wide smiles.
“Fuck,” he laughs, cupping my cheek and I lean into his hand. “I'm going to need some...” he pauses as I wiggle myself over him, “help cleaning up.”
“I've got you big boy, come,” I say softly climbing off of him, my dress falling down back to my thighs as I smirk at him. Lifting his casted leg off the footstool, he hisses as I place it on the floor gently. “You okay?” I ask, panic lacing my voice and he nods.
I loop my hand under his arm and on the count of three, I pull him up. I help him hobble over to his wheelchair and sit him back down.
“I cannot wait to be out of this cast,” he groans, as I begin pushing him towards the back of the house where his temporary bedroom is.
“I bet,” I say quietly.
“You not going to ask me why?” I can hear the playfulness in his tone.
“I think it's pretty obvious; so you can walk.”
And he laughs a boyish laugh.
“Not even close,” he says as I push him into the bedroom and walk around to face him.
“No?” I tilt my head to the side.
“No,” his eyes are burning with desire.
“Why is it then?”
“I cannot wait to be out of this cast so I can fuck you. Hard. Dixie. To pin you against a wall and fuck you until you come undone, coming all over my cock, my tongue, my fingers. God,” he sucks in a breath, “I am desperate to fuck you Dixie, desperate to taste you.”
My skin burns, cheeks flaming, and my stomach tightens as I fidget on the spot, clenching my thighs together to try and ease the building pressure that grows between my legs, my clit pulsing with need.
“Would me fucking you be enough?” I ask, letting my fingers brush the strap from my night dress off my shoulder and letting it fall down my arm.
His eyes burn, throat bobbing.
“It'll never be enough when it comes to anything to do with you Dixie... nothing will ever be enough.”
TRIPP
I sit and watch her undress.
“Would me fucking you be enough?” she asks me and fuck if it's not the hottest thing I have heard. Hungrily watching the straps of her pretty nightie slip down her arms and my cock is already hard.
I came like a schoolboy in my pants as she dry humped the fuck out of me, getting herself off too.
“It'll never be enough when it comes to anything to do with you Dixie... nothing will ever be enough,” I rasp, my voice low and husky. Desperate to stand, desperate to walk over to her and run my fingertips across her skin. My eyes trail down her body as she lets her dress fall from her curvy frame and it pools at her feet. Standing in nothing but her cotton panties that are tarnished with her arousal from just moments ago and she looks every bit stunning. Her confidence vanishes as quickly as it came on as she tries to cover her stomach in front of me, her head dropping as she hides.
My heart aches, chest tight and my throat burns.
Pushing from my chair, I balance myself then hobble slowly to where she is standing, shielding herself from me.
“Hey,” I say softly, fingers gripping her chin and tilting her face up so she has to look at me. My eyes volley back and forth between hers and my heart gallops in my chest.
“Don't ever hide yourself from me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world Dixie Walker.”
She shakes her head from side to side.
“I'm not the same girl from all those years ago Tripp,” and damn she breaks my heart as her voice cracks.
“No Dreamcatcher, you're not,” I whisper, not letting her drop her eyes from mine for even a second, “but look what you did... you grew a beautiful little girl who adores you. Sure, you've changed in your eyes baby... but not in mine, not even a little. You're still the girl who held my heart all those years ago, you'll always be her Dixie.”
My other hand skims down the side of her body, tracing the curve of her hip before I gently push her hand away. Gently brushing my fingertips over the silver stretch marks that she thinks taint her beautiful skin, but they don’t. I follow them like a trail, gliding them across her lower stomach before I skim them over her hips, and slowly, I let them glide delicately up the side of her body towards her chin, her eyes burning into mine.
“Don't ever hide from me, I have dreamed of this moment for the last ten years... you're it for me Dixie. My wildest dreams , my wildest love , my wildest forever .”
She chokes out, hands resting on my racing heart as her lips press into mine. She's needy and wanting and I want to give it all to her. Everything I have is hers, my heart, my soul, my love, my desire. Everything.
She slowly and gently turns me around so I am standing where she was and ever so gently she pushes me back so I am on the bed, sitting on the edge. She stands between my legs, hands on my face as her eyes bounce between mine.
“I love you Tripp. I never stopped,” she whispers as she kisses me softly. My fingers kneading her hips as I lay back, taking her down with me so her chest is pressed against my shirt. She smirks, and my hand trails up her spine before my fingers are tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt as she slowly begins to undo them. Gently pushing them over my shoulders as I rest up onto my elbows and I see her eyes fall to my bullet hole scar, trembling fingers tracing over the bumpy surface of skin before they descend over my tattoo that sits over my heart ‘ live by the ranch, die by the ranch’.
She's in her head, her eyes tearing.
My large hand cups her face, thumb brushing over her cheek.
“Eyes on me baby,” I whisper to her, and she does, her beautiful blue ocean eyes find mine. Dragging her fingers across my toned stomach, they stop at the button of my pants, and I nod softly. Hopping from me, her feet are firmly on the hardwood floor as she pulls my pants down my legs. Once she has got the shorter side off my cast, she holds them up and giggles. They look ridiculous. We had to cut one leg to accommodate my shitty cast.
Tossing them to the floor, her attention is back on me.
“Can you move onto the bed anymore?” she asks all coy, but I know deep inside of her, the minx that is Dixie Walker is still buried within.
I push myself back up, and grunt as I move towards the headboard, so my back is resting against the hard surface, both legs fully on the bed.
She reaches for a scatter cushion and pops it under the foot of my cast, and I smirk.
Bending my good leg up and widening my thighs I watch as she crawls up the bed before she straddles her legs either side of my lap, her pantie covered pussy rubbing against my cock.
“You sure about this?” I ask just as her lips dust over mine.
“Always,” she whispers back as my tongue pushes into her mouth, a soft whimper escaping as I hold onto her hips, desperate to be inside of her.
Her fingers walk down my stomach and into the waistband of my boxers and I groan as her thumb brushes against the sensitive head of my cock. My eyes flutter open as I watch her, letting my fingers dust up her side from her hips before they're on her tits, kneading and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her head rolls back as she lifts her hips from me and her arousal has soaked through the thin material of my boxers.
Her greedy hands are in the waistband as she tugs them down, my cock bobbing with pre cum sitting on the tip as it rests against my stomach.
“Fuck,” she whispers and I watch as her cheeks turn pink. This is not the first time we have been together, but somehow, it feels like it.
“Let me see your pretty pussy,” I rasp, eyes grazing down her perfect body. She is still on her knees hovering over me when she thumbs her panties and slowly slips them down until she has to stand to kick them off her feet.
A moan vibrates out of me, bottom lip dragged into my mouth by my teeth. My hand slips between her thighs, rubbing her clit and my cock pulses, desperate to be buried deep inside of her.
Her small fingers wrap around the thick girth of my cock as they slowly and teasingly stroke up and down.
“You still want to fuck me?” I ask, eyes burning into hers, breaths slow and I am trying so damn hard to control myself.
She nods, her breath shuddering as I slip a finger into her soaked cunt.
“Good,” I lean forward, nipping at the skin on her neck and her back arches as her hips roll forward, her clit rubbing over the palm of my hand as my fingers fuck her.
“I need you,” she whispers, eyes all hazy and wild. Her hips tilt and I slip my fingers from her, bringing them to my lips before pushing them into my mouth and sucking them clean. Eyes roll in the back of my head as her hand strokes me still. Pushing to her knees, she rubs the head of my cock over her clit before gliding me between her pussy lips and teasing at her opening.
“Not as much as I need you darlin',” hips rolling up and my cock slips just inside of her and fuck it's euphoric.
Her head falls forward as I fill her slowly, her body trembling and her breathy moans like music to my ears.
“Oh my god,” her head rolls back, hands pressed against my chest as she takes a moment.
“You feel so damn good,” my hand cups her face and she leans into it just as her hips begin to circle over me. A low moan passes my lips as she takes control, legs widening as she sits lower, sucking my cock deep inside of her. “Fuck,” I rasp, my teeth grazing against her jaw as she rocks back and forth, her pants growing louder.
The front door goes and we both freeze, and just as I am about to lift her from me, she lifts herself slightly and my eyes fall between our bodies, my cock glistening and coated in her arousal, it pulses inside of her. She rests her feet onto the soft mattress, fingers curling around the top edge of the headboard as she slides herself up and down my throbbing cock.
I moan every time she lowers herself down, rolls her hips forward then lifts herself up again before sliding down my cock. The sound of whiskey filling glasses and clattering makes my breath hitch, but on my exhale my moans echo around the room.
“Tripp?” I hear the sound of my brother calling my name, my eyes roll into the back of my head, whimpering as her cunt tightens around my cock, sucking me deep inside of her.
“I’ll go check on him shortly, let me get this drink in me first,” Riggs grunts.
“You need to be quiet, baby, can you do that for me?” she whispers, knowing exactly what she is doing. The bedroom door is open and knowing that they could walk in at any minute sends a thrill through me and has me whimpering a little louder as she rides me like a damn fucking pro bull rider.
“You like me fucking you like this Tripp?” she asks, smirking as her sweet cunt slides up and down my cock with ease, arousal dripping from her pretty pussy.
My eyes roll in the back of my head as she moves a little faster.
“You like watching the way your huge cock fills me to the hilt?”
“Fuck Dixie,” I rasp, fingers digging into her hips as my spare hand skims down her shimmering stomach.
My moans grow louder as her tight little cunt clenches around me.
“I'm so close,” she pants just as my fingers rub her clit.
“Your pussy looks so fucking good with my cock fucking it,” I rasp, moaning as my eyes lift to hers, watching as she slowly begins to unwind, coming undone thrust by thrust.
“Quiet,” she whispers, “they're going to hear you.”
But I don't care, I can't stop my moans. With each roll of her hips, with each thrust of my cock inside her pussy is one stroke closer to exploding and filling her tight cunt with my cum. She's everything I dreamed she would be.
She covers my mouth just as she lifts herself to the tip of my cock, teasing me as she lets the swollen head of my cock sit inside her wet, hot pussy, hovering ever so slightly as she slips me just inside her cunt, in small, teasing, pulses.
“There's a good boy. You're going to come for me now, I want you to fill my pussy full of you,” she moans as my fingers dance across her clit, and with one last roll down onto my cock, I whimper behind her hand as I pulse deep inside of her. That’s when I feel her body sag, finally giving in, as she rides me deep and hard into the mattress as her own orgasm crashes over her. My eyes are full of lust, watching mesmerised as her back arches on top of me and I drag her hand away from my mouth, leaning forward, arms around her back as my hot and needy mouth finds her full tits, tongue wrapping around her nipples as I suck. They leak onto my tongue, my eyes widen, but I continue as her whimpers fill the room, her body trembling as she comes all over my cock. Her legs shake and her breaths shallow as our heads press together. We don’t relish in our hot as fuck sex, because she is rolling off me and then I see her eyes widen.
“We didn’t…” she pauses, reaching for her nightie and panties as she pulls them on with quickness.
“I’ve not been with anyone since…”
She blinks a couple of times, head tilting.
“Only you Dixie,” I breathe, chest rising and falling, feeling laid open and vulnerable in front of her, my heart beating openly in my chest, waiting for her to wreck me again. “It’s only ever been you,” I rasp as I pull my sheet over me, covering myself up.
“Tripp,” her eyes glass, head dropping for just a moment. “I'm sorry,” she chokes, and I want to be there, holding her, wiping the tear that is no doubt rolling down her cheek away with my thumb.
“Why are you sorry?” I find myself sitting forward, hanging on every word that falls past her lips.
“For leaving you, for running...”
“It's okay Dix, I promise it's okay.”
She shakes her head from side to side and finally, after what feels like a lifetime, she looks at me. Blue eyes full of her unshed tears, and like I predicted, a glistening streak of wetness drawing a glittering line down her pink cheeks.
“I broke your heart.”
“And I broke yours too, I am sure,” I whisper.
“You were never with anyone else...” she sniffles, wrapping her arms around her body.
“I never wanted to be with anyone else because in the deepest crevices of my heart baby, I knew you would come back. There could never be anyone else when I had you, Dixie.”
Her shoulders roll forward as she chokes out a sob, and my heart aches heavily in my chest.
“Please don't cry,” I beg, my own voice cracking.
“I don't deserve you,” she whispers, palming her tears away.
“You deserve everything Dixie, don't ever think you don't baby. Because you do. You deserve it all.” I pause for a beat. “ I love you.”
She walks over to me slowly, fingers brushing my hair away from my forehead, her eyes volleying between mine, brows crinkled slightly.
“I will never deserve you Tripp Rivera,” she whispers against my lips and my heart flatlines in my chest as I wait for her to tell me she loves me back, but as the seconds tick by, the more I worry that it's never coming and she is ready to walk away from me again.
Say it Dixie, baby...
Our lips are inches from each other, our heavy breaths mixing, hearts beating as one.
Three words, my little dreamcatcher... say them.
“But I love you,” she breathes out, her voice trembling and I edge forward ever so slightly as I kiss her, heart enveloping together as our souls knot with an invisible string, connecting us forever into the infinite world of love.
She pulls away and I groan at the loss of her lips on mine.
“I love you Dixie Walker.”
“I'll be back soon,” she whispers, lips pulled into a small grin, eyes glistening, cheeks pink.
I give her a nod, fingers laced with hers and I try with all I have to hold onto her as she walks away, but eventually her fingers slip from mine and she is gone.
Sighing, I watch as she walks down the hallway and within seconds, she has disappeared, but I'm not alone for long when I see Riggs walking towards me, a boyish grin on his face.
“Alone now?” Riggs smirks, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes scan the room. “Smells of sex in here,” he grunts, “good on you man,” he chuckles as he sips his whiskey.
“Fuck you,” I laugh, running my hand through my messy brown hair. “How's Pace?” I ask, desperate to move, but kind of stuck in my bed. Naked.
“Back in surgery,” Riggs rolls his lips together and I go to move but he shakes his head from side to side. “Dad and Conrad are there.”
And I close my eyes for just a moment. I am so fucking angry. He’s my baby brother, I should have protected him. And I hear the rattle of Riggs' heavy breathing.
“They will get their karma, don't you worry,” as if he can hear my thoughts.
“I feel useless.” I let my head drop for just a moment, shaking it heavily.
“Well don't. You're not useless. It's just a shit situation. They knew what they were doing, it wasn't a random attack... it was premeditated. Carefully planned out.”
I sigh.
“We need to use Dixie, get her in with Wallen. Use Lainey...”
“No fucking way,” I move forward, shuffling myself to the end of the bed.
“Tripp.”
“Riggs,” I hiss as my leg hits the ground and I cry out.
My brother is there, next to me as his arm wraps around my shoulder, holding me close to him.
“We need to end this war Tripp.”
“And we will, just don't use her as bait...” I whisper as tears burn behind my eyes.
“Okay,” he whispers, holding me close and suddenly I burst into tears. The heaviness of the last two weeks laying heavy on my soul, and I have tried to be strong, tried to be the perfect big brother, but something had to break eventually. And that something was me.
“I've got you,” Riggs whispers, and he stays sitting with me until every emotion has left my body, and suddenly, I am exhausted.
DIXIE
The house is silent, and I managed to sneak away to check in on Lainey and swipe the monitor before I made my way back downstairs to Tripp.
Back inside his arms, I listen to the way his heart beats beneath his warm skin and I feel like I am finally home.
“Why did you choose the name Lainey?” He asks as I lay my head on his chest, his fingertips brushing delicately up and down my spine.
“Because I loved the name, also because my kid sister was called Lainey,” I whisper to the quiet room, and I feel the burn in my throat at thinking of her.
“It's a pretty name,” he brushes a kiss into the top of my head.
“I think so too,” I look up at him, sleepy brown eyes pinned to me, but his mind is elsewhere.
“You okay?” I ask.
“My soul is tired,” he admits with a low voice.
I feel that.
I give a small smile, eyes creasing as I do.
Reaching forward, I place a soft kiss on his lips.
“Sleep baby,” I whisper as I rest my head back on his chest, and within seconds, soft snores fill the room. Content, heart full and eyes falling heavy, I slip into a peaceful slumber with him, praying that we find each other in our dreams, because the thought of sleeping for hours without him suddenly feels too much.