Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
TRIPP
D ixie was quiet during dinner, but to be honest, mom was too.
The house felt too quiet. Too empty. Haunted almost. Dad, Riggs and Pacey were missing from our table. My mom kept looking at the head of the table where Dad would normally sit and sighing before her eyes dragged across to where Pacey would normally be sitting.
“Won't be long, ma,” I smile, stabbing my fork into a potato. “Table will be full again,” I try and force a smile out and she nods, silent tears building behind her eyes.
“I know,” her voice is a whisper, “hate a quiet house,” she admits before her eyes are cast down to her plate.
“Dinner is delicious Orla,” Dixie's voice floats across the table, the sincerity loud in her tone.
“Thank you, sweet girl.”
Slowly sinking my hand under the table, I rest it on Dixie’s bare thigh and I don't miss the way her breath catches at the back of her throat at the feel of my fingers on her skin.
“I'll be at the hospital late tonight, might even stay there.” My mom says a little louder as my fingertips trace circles on her thighs.
“Okay,” I answer as I reach for my glass and swallow down a mouthful of water.
“Will you be okay?” she asks and I can see the worry that etches into her face.
“Of course, I have Dixie,” I turn my face to look at her and she gives my mum a wide grin. My gut knots, her eyes look empty, her mind elsewhere maybe.
Shit, did I do something wrong?
Slipping my hand from her thigh, I bring it back on top of the table and pick up my knife and fork as I cut into my chicken, coating it in the thick white wine sauce.
“I'll look after him,” she reassures my mom as she takes a mouthful of her own drink as if she is trying to wet her dry mouth.
“I have no doubt about that,” my mom responds, placing her napkin over her half full plate before she pushes it away. Her voice is cold, her eyes glazed over with tears.
“Mom, you need to eat,” I say softly, reaching across to try to place my hand over hers.
“I'm just not very hungry,” she admits, giving me a sad smile and standing from the table. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to clean up before I leave for the hospital.”
We both nod as my mom lifts her plate and glass then walks away into the kitchen, just leaving me and Dixie alone. My heart aches and I wish I could do so much more.
“Is everything okay?” I find myself asking as I look at her, studying every little marking on her face.
She doesn't look at me, just keeps her eyes on her plate of food as she pushes it around and after what feels like a lifetime, she gives me a nod.
“Have I done something to upset you?” and that's when she turns her face up to look at me, eyes brimming with tears as she shakes her head from side to side. “Dix, fuck,” I rasp, turning my body to face her as I cup her cheek in my hand, brushing my thumb across her soft skin as I wipe her tears away and hold her still so she has no other option but to look at me, eyes burning into my soul.
“Honestly, I am fine. I'm tired,” she chokes, half laughing as a sob breaks in her voice.
“Then how about we get to bed, hm?” I say softly as I lean into her and place a delicate kiss on her forehead.
She nods, sniffling.
“Okay, well eat up then we will settle down.”
I know she is lying, when you've known someone as long as I've known Dixie, you come to notice their little traits and quirks. Dixie can't lie for shit. Her bottom lip quivers ever so slightly, and if you weren’t looking for it you would never notice it. Her eyes fixate on yours, slightly widening. It's like her whole body freezes.
But I won't push.
There is a reason she isn't talking, and I will find out eventually, but tonight I just want to wrap her in my arms and have her head on my chest as she falls asleep to the sound of my steady heartbeat.
We finish dinner in comfortable silence and once we're done, she stands and clears the table. I protest but let’s be honest, she is quicker than me at the moment. Dishes cleaned, and kitchen tidy, she is leant across the countertop, eyes fixated on the view in front of her.
The sun is beginning to set, the skies a mix between pink and lilac as a blanket of navy begins to creep in.
My eyes roam up and down her body. Cute satin pyjama shorts that cut off just above the crease of her ass cheeks, the frill of her satin matching vest sits on her lower back, most of it hidden by her long brown hair.
I wheel closer to her, my fingertips delicately brushing up the back of her legs and her breath stutters at the feel of my soft touch on her skin. She averts her gaze from the evening and looks at me over her shoulder.
“Hey,” her voice is soft, a small smile picking at the corners of her mouth.
“You would tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you baby?” my voice is low as my fingers curl around the inside of her thigh, my lips pressing softly where my fingertips were just dusting.
“Yes,” she breathes, my fingers digging into her skin a little harder, my kisses still soft.
“Good,” I murmur between my lips touching her thighs.
“It's just been a long few weeks,” she admits just as I lift my mouth. She spins around, fingers curling around the edge of the worktop, hair falling gently and framing her pretty face. Her head tilts as she looks down at me.
“I know,” nibbling on my bottom lip, “but it'll get better. It won't be like this forever.”
She nods, pulling her eyes from me for a moment.
“Do you know...” my voice is hushed, a boyish smirk tugging at my lips as I curl my finger inside the waistband of her shorts. “How desperate I am to taste you on my tongue Dixie?”
Her cheeks flame red, mouth popping open for just a second before her teeth are sinking into her bottom lip.
Her grip tightens as I drag my fingers down the front of her shorts, brushing them across the front of her pussy before they slip between her legs and rub her through the thin, satin material.
Her breath hitches as I let them slip inside her shorts, grinning when I feel her bare and soaked. Fingers glide through her pussy lips, teasing the tips in her arousal.
“Take them off,” I order as I drag my hands out of her shorts.
She nods, uncurling her fingers and hooking them inside the waistband as she slides them down her gorgeous legs. They pool at her bare feet and she goes all shy on me, and it's hard to see her like this when she took control the night before when she rode my cock like a god damn pro bull rider.
“Don't be getting all shy on me now, baby,” I rasp, my eyes falling to her perfect pink pussy, and I can't wait to bury my tongue inside of her. “Up on the counter,” and she does, she lifts herself up, a hitch in her breath as the cool surface meets her hot skin.
She is the perfect height, and sure, I would rather eat her sweet cunt on my knees instead of my chair, but beggars can't be choosers. I needed to taste her, needed her cum on my tongue as she moans around the room.
Her fingers curl around the edge of the counter, ass right on the edge as I tease my fingers up her inner thighs, slipping one, then two fingers deep inside her hot, tight, cunt.
She shudders as my lips dust up the inside of her thighs.
“You make me feel like a queen,” she whispers and my brows knot as I lift my heavy brown eyes to hers.
“Always baby, I would never treat you as anything less,” I rasp.
“I wish it had only been you,” and I slip my fingers from her and I see sadness bloom across her beautiful face. I go to speak but she stops me. “I haven't been with many... just two after you.”
I have no idea why she is telling me this now, but I listen. If this is what has been bothering her, I don't want to shut her down now.
“But after Lainey, he...” and her eyes glisten as they find mine and I nod knowing full well who she is talking about. “He said I was ruined… damaged...” and my fucking blood boils. I didn't need any more ammunition to hate Clay more than I did, but hearing those words leave her pretty mouth has me reeling.
She sucks in a heavy breath.
“He told me no one would ever want me because I birthed our daughter,” and it's taking everything in me to keep calm. I know what she is insinuating. But there is no fucking chance in hell the man knew what the fuck he was talking about. Inhaling deeply through my nose and exhaling a shaky, but angry breath through my mouth, I tilt my head to the side. Her eyes are bouncing between mine, chest rising and falling as she lays herself bare in front of me.
“Baby,” I whisper, my own anger slowly simmering down into nothing as my fingers tease up her inner thigh, dusting across her perfect cunt. “I can promise you...” I kiss where my fingers have left a trail that only I can see, “you're not ruined,” kiss, “or damaged,” kiss. My fingers are teasing at her pussy, her lips parting as I slowly slip one, then two, fingers back into her, stretching her. “Your pussy was made me for me and only me, and...” I smirk as I let my lips brush on the top of her thigh as my other hand spreads her leg a little wider for me, my fingers slipping in deeper. “Your cunt feels just as good as when I took your virginity ten years ago,” my thumb brushes against her clit, and her head falls forward as she watches me fuck her sweet cunt with my fingers.
“Look how perfect you are, Dixie,” I moan, a third finger teasing, and her mouth drops open, “you're not ruined baby,” I choke just as I lean closer and swipe my tongue across her clit.
“Tripp,” she whispers.
“Feet on the counter,” I lift my lips from her, smirking as a string of her arousal connects to my lips. She does as I ask, her feet on the counter and her thighs wide, her pussy begging to be eaten as my fingers fuck her slow. Flattening my tongue, I swipe through her cunt as my thumb pulls her pussy lip, burying my tongue deeper. Pussy full of my fingers, tongue working her clit and I am desperate to have my cock in her too.
I moan against her clit as she clenches around my fingers, a drip of arousal coating my tongue and I tease another finger inside. Hips rolling forward, her moans vibrate through her. She watches, eyes all wide as she focuses on the way my mouth moves over her clit, stroke by stroke, my tongue closer to pulling her orgasm from her.
“I'm so close,” her fingers lock around my hair as she tightens her grip, my head tilting to the side, rubbing her clit with my tongue. Pussy tightening around my fingers as I fully push the third into her now and I groan as wetness trickles down my hand.
“Fuck,” she sobs, and not once has she lifted her eyes from her pussy.
Letting my tongue glide and tease at her opening, I am desperate to have her coming on my tongue. She grinds her greedy cunt onto my fingers, taking all three deeper with each roll of her hips.
“You getting all needy Dixie?” I tease, lifting my mouth from her and her blue eyes are masked by pleasure, her body trembling as I push her closer with each curl of my finger towards her orgasm, waiting to watch her free-fall in front of me.
“I need to come,” she chokes, and I moan, leaning back for just a moment as I look at how hot she looks. Needy and sweaty, cunt full of my fingers. Rubbing my thumb over her clit, I pull her pussy apart as I lower my lips back over her swollen clit, sucking it into my mouth as she cries.
“I'm going...” and she can't even finish her sentence. My fingers fall from her soaked cunt and wrap around her hips as I lift her to my mouth, her fingers holding her upper weight as I eat her deep and fast and she comes on my tongue, her body convulsing under my mouth and I smirk as I lick her fucking clean.
“Shit,” I groan as she pulls back. She looks so fucking pretty. Eyes wild and full of her shattered orgasm, skin all dewy that I am desperate to feel under my fingers, lips parted and full that I so badly want to kiss.
She slips off the counter, legs trembling as she reaches down to pick up her discarded shorts.
My hand presses against her lower stomach, stopping her from moving away from me.
“You okay?” and she nods, the sadness still threatening to take over in her pretty blue eyes. I go to speak again but she shakes her head from side to side and presses her finger over my lips.
“No more talking,” she nods at me, “I need you Tripp.”
My cock hardens, throbbing in my cotton shorts.
She slowly stands and saunters her way to my bedroom, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the side unit as she does and I give myself just a second, because I am scared if I go in there right now, I'll cum in three seconds.