Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
DIXIE
I swig from the whiskey bottle and ignore the burn. I shouldn't really be drinking, but I'll pump and dump before bed like I did the other night when me and Tripp drunk whiskey. The warmth settles my anxiety and guilt, and I need to come clean. I will. Just not tonight. Tonight I want Tripp to make me forget everything.
My cheeks flame at my vulnerability back in the kitchen, telling him just some of the stuff that Clay said to me, and I have no idea why I told him. Maybe it was my own insecurities shining through and mixed with the guilt I already felt, something had to give.
I take another mouthful and wince at the bitter taste. My eyes lift to the door when I see Tripp there.
“Fuck,” he rasps, “I can't wait to be out of this damn cast,” he rolls towards me, and I smirk.
“And why is that Mr Rivera?” I tease.
“Because I need to fuck you.”
“Is my fucking you not good enough?” I pout, crossing my legs in front of me as I stand, one hand on hip.
“Oh baby, you're fucking is top tier...” he smirks, “but the way I want to fuck you... well,” he winks and my insides alight with desire, my pussy practically dripping and needy for him.
“You forgot your hat...” he tuts and my stomach flips.
“Oops,” I roll my lips as a smile spreads across my face.
“Go get it baby,” his throat bobs and I place the bottle on the bedside unit and do as I am told, scarpering away and grabbing my cowboy hat from the stand in the hallway. Walking back into the room, the trim of the cowboy hat between my fingertips.
My eyes devour Tripp laying on his bed, ripped body on show, cotton shorts hanging around his waist.
“How did you get there?” I sigh, a little annoyed that he moved himself.
“Magic,” he winks and I laugh softly.
“Idiot,” I kneel on the bed, reaching for the whiskey before swinging my leg over his body and sitting over his lap. “Thirsty?” I ask as I hold the whiskey bottle up, he shakes his head as I take a mouthful.
“The only whiskey I want to be tasting is off your lips, your tongue...” he trails off just as I lean down and cover his lips with mine, our tongues dancing and the taste of whiskey still evident on my tastebuds. He moans into my mouth, his hand clasping my face and his cock rubs over my clit.
Rolling my hips over him, I smirk as our teeth clash.
“Don't be a tease Dixie,” he whispers, rocking my satin covered pussy over his thick cock.
“I don't tease Tripp,” my tongue dips back into his mouth and his fingers knead my hips.
“I beg to differ baby,” he whispers as I slowly sit up, wriggling my needy pussy over him.
He wraps his fingers around the bottle neck of the whiskey, but I snatch it back, tilting it and his eyes widen as I let it drip onto his stomach, filling his belly button.
“Dixie,” his shrill laugh fills the room as I lean down and run my tongue over his body, lapping up every ounce of spilt whiskey before I dip my tongue and clean him.
Pushing up, I can feel wetness pooling in my satin shorts.
“I am so wet for you Tripp,” I breathe, becoming a little brazen as the whiskey makes my cheeks flame red.
And this time, I let him take the bottle from me.
My eyes flicker to the baby monitor that sits on the side, just wanting to make sure she was okay.
Lifting my hips, I move back slightly and wrap my fingers into the waist band of his shorts and tug them down his thick, toned legs, careful not to catch his cast.
Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, I lower myself down between his legs.
“Baby, what are you doing?” he asks, but his words soon escape as a soft moan catches at the back of his throat when my tongue runs up from his balls to the tip of his cock and I smile as his dick bobs against his stomach.
Kissing down his thick length, my tongue flicks across his balls and he moans, neck craned, eyes on me as he watches as my tongue strokes him.
Dragging back to the swollen head of his cock, I curl my fingers around his length, pursing him on my bottom lip as I look at him through my lashes.
“Fuck, Dixie,” he rasps, head rolling back for just a moment. I am leant over him, ass in the air. “I am desperate to fuck you like that, your ass high as I pound your sweet cunt,” and his hips roll as I take him to the back of my throat. His fingers grip onto the bedsheet beneath his hot body, his muscles tense as I tease the head of his cock on the tip of my tongue.
His eyes are back on me as he watches me suck his dick, my cheeks hollow as I wriggle, trying to relieve the pressure that is building deep inside of me. One of my hands skates underneath my body as I circle my clit. Rubbing the head of his cock on the inside of my cheek, I slip him from my mouth for just a moment as my eyes connect with his. I'm on my knees, rubbing my clit as I moan, my other hand still tightly wrapped around his cock.
His mouth is loose, hanging slightly, eyes hooded as he fights against his pleasure.
Slipping my hand from my clit, I roll my hardened nipple through my vest and lower my lips slightly so they're hovering just above his swollen head. I spit on his cock, rubbing my thumb over his sensitive tip before swallowing him down, fingers tight around the base of his dick as my mouth moves up and down his slippery cock.
“Shit,” his hand is in my hair, gripping at the root as he pulls me off him. Whimpering at the loss, he nods his head back for me to move closer to him. I crawl over his body, brushing the head of his dick against my clit as I do and his fingers dig into my cheeks as his tongue swipes past my lips.
“I am fucking feral for you,” he groans, his spare hand palming my ass cheek, lazily skating his fingers under my shorts as he pushes two fingers into my soaked cunt.
“Oh,” I moan, back arching as my hips begin to move. My eyes fall between my legs, I’m on all fours over his body and I am desperate to be fucked hard in this position. “How long till you can fuck me like this?” I moan as my pussy tightens around his fingers.
“Soon baby,” he hushes me, grabbing my chin, lifting my face to his and locking his lips with mine. Whimpering at the loss when his fingers finally slip from my dripping pussy he brings them to his mouth and pushes them between his cushioned lips as he licks them clean.
“So fucking good,” he groans.
“Let me taste you,” I whisper, trying to lower myself but his hand is on my face, cupping my cheek as he shakes his head from side to side.
“I need my cock inside of you, I am begging you,” he pants as my hips roll over his cock.
“You all needy baby?” I taunt and he growls.
“I am,” his voice is all shaky as my pussy rubs up and down his length.
He says nothing, his eyes watching as I bring him closer to his orgasm.
“What do you want Tripp?” I tease, not letting up.
“Let me fuck you, let me fill your pretty cunt with my cock. I need you Dixie...” he moans and I feel wetness coat my satin shorts and I know it's from him.
“Let me fuck you...”
“ Please, ” the beg in his voice has me hot and bothered.
“Such a good boy,” I praise him, lips on his as my hips still slip back and forth over his hard cock.
His greedy hands are on my hips, his fingers digging into my hot skin and I am desperate for him. Pulling away, his eyes burn into mine as I reach for the hem of my tank, lifting it over my head and his hands are on my skin, skating up my sternum and grabbing my full breasts, groping and kneading and I am grateful I pumped before I came down.
Reluctantly, I move, lifting from him and his hands reach for my hips, pulling me back down.
“You want me to ride you cowboy?” I let my tongue run across my top lip and he nods eagerly. “Then let me get my hat,” I wink, and he finally lifts his hands from me as I climb from the bed and grab my hat from the far end of the side unit. Slipping my fingers into my shorts, I slip them down, the whole time his hungry eyes on me. Kicking them off my feet, I climb back onto the bed and before I even get the chance to sit on his lap, his hands are on my ass, pushing me forward as he buries his tongue deep inside my pussy, tongue fucking me as his nose rubs against my needy clit.
“Tripp,” I pant, eyes rolling in the back of my head. With every thrust of his tongue and stroke against my clit, my orgasm is getting closer and I want to make a mess on his cock, not on his tongue. “I want to cum all over your big, thick, cock,” I moan as my hips roll.
“And you will,” he groans as his tongue slips from my wet cunt, “I just needed one last taste,” he smirks as he lets me move back, legs either side of him.
Placing the hat on my head, I tilt my head to the side and my cheeks pinch a rosy pink.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” he sings, voice smothering me in goosebumps.
Kneeling up, I wrap my fingers around his cock, rubbing his swollen head over my clit then slipping him through my pussy lips.
“Your cunt is just...” he loses his trail of thought as I line him up at my soaked cunt, and slowly, teasingly I sink down onto his cock, inch by fucking torturous inch as he fills me.
My mouth hangs as pleasure splinters through me. I will never get used to his size. His cock is thick and long and just the most perfect I have ever seen.
My hands splay against his chest as I lift myself slightly, rocking my hips over him as I fuck him slowly, but this position is never enough for me, I need him deep. I need more of him. Spreading my legs a little more, I bury him deeper inside of me.
Lazy strokes from his fingers make their way to my hips as he curls his hand around them and lifts me, using my pussy how he needs it.
“Use me Tripp,” I beg, eyes fluttering shut, back arched slightly as his cock rubs against my g-spot.
“Reverse cowgirl,” he rasps, voice all tight. “I want to watch my thick cock stretch your perfect cunt out.”
Arousal drips from me as I move and his finger buries deep inside of me, his thumb brushing over my clit as he fucks me.
“I can never get enough of you,” he moans, and I watch as his fingers work me up, his cock covered in my wetness.
Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I tug on his wrist and he lets his fingers slip out of me and he lifts his hand, pushing his fingers between my lips as I suck my arousal from them.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
Moving before he buries them back inside of me, I climb over him, my back to his chest and he lines himself up at my pussy, teasing me but I can tease him right back. My hips rock back and forth as I slip the head of his cock just inside my pussy and just as I try again, his fingers are curled around my hip, the other lost in my hair as he grabs a handful and pulls my head back so I am arched whilst riding his cock.
“Shit, you're so hot Dixie,” he moans, the soft whimpers leaving him every time my pussy sucks his cock deep inside of me. “My cock looks so good buried in your cunt,” and his dirty mouth has my skin smothered in goosebumps. Slipping himself to the tip and clenching my pussy around his swollen head has my orgasm teetering.
“Do that again,” he rasps, the hand that was curled around my hip dragging down to my ass cheeks, spreading them.
Doing as he asked, I lift myself up his cock, leaving just the tip inside myself and I clench. Primal growls fill the room, his fingers digging into my ass and using it to slam me back down on his cock.
“You're such a nasty girl Dixie,” he pants, making my pussy clench. “Ride me baby, make me cum so I can fill your sweet little cunt up.”
Leaning my upper body forward slightly, I wrap my hands around his thighs, mindful not to hurt him as my hips roll over his cock, burying him inside of me.
“I need more,” he begs, and I still, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Don't move,” he smirks as he drags us back towards his headboard. My back to his chest, his good leg bending up, his bad one hanging off the bed and I’m worried he is going to hurt himself.
“Hold your legs,” and I do, I hook my hands under my thighs, pulling them wide and holding them in the air.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, his fingers finding my clit, working me up once more. “You might be the dominant one now Dixie, but once I have been given the green light, I am going to ruin you for any other man, ruin you for your own hand, your toys... everything. I will pound into your cunt hard, just like you want me to. Make the most of being the one in charge, because it's not going to last,” he rasps just as his hips begin to move, his cock fucking me deep and slipping in and out of me with ease. The sounds of wetness and skin meeting all mixing with our moans as we chase our orgasms.
“That's it, keep holding your legs baby,” he whispers, nipping at the shell of my ear as his hands skate under me, spreading my ass cheeks just as a finger teases there and my pussy tightens.
Fingers rubbing my clit pull me from the feel of a finger slipping into my ass, and I explode as his cock fucks me deep and hard.
“Tripp, shit,” I sob, head throwing back against his chest.
“Yes baby, come all over my cock,” his voice is tight as I ride through my orgasm and just when I am spent, body trembling, I let go of my legs, pushing his knee down and I take control, riding his cock until his breath labours and his cock pulses inside of me.
“I'm going to fill your tight little cunt full of me,” he moans loudly as his own orgasm shatters through him, and he throbs deep in me, filling me with his cum.
The last few days whizzed by quickly and we somehow fell into a new routine. Tripp helped with Lainey whilst I was on the ranch with Riggs doing what I could to help lighten the load. He looked tired, working long hours then up most of the night dealing with Austin's lawyers along with Buck and Blue.
Pacey was due home tomorrow so Orla was trying to get everything sorted for him, whilst Jorge stayed at the hospital until he was ready to leave. As the hours ticked by, I was getting more cautious about Lucian turning up. He said four weeks. We were rolling into the third week, and he had gone silent, and I wish I could say that was a good thing, but it wasn't. He was planning, plotting, no doubt with Wallen.
Uneasiness settles in my chest, and I have to take myself away from the table, a crushing weight falling onto my shoulders.
Tripp calls after me, and in this moment, I am glad he can't follow me. Shutting myself away in my room, I slide down the door and try my hardest to suck as much air into my lungs as possible, but it didn't matter how hard I tried, nothing seemed to help. The weight on my shoulders rolled down into my chest and the uneasiness was replaced by a tight elastic band sitting just under my breasts. I was being crushed. This is how I was going to die.
Closing my eyes, my fingers curling into a ball and flexing straight. I continued this rhythm as I focused on my breathing, willing that it would soon be over.
A knock on my bedroom door has me jumping when I hear Riggs' voice.
“You okay, kid? Tripp sent me up.”
“I'm fine,” I choke out, the air snatched from my lungs as the tightness presents itself again.
“Let me in,” he tries to push against me, but I push back.
“No,” my voice cracks.
“Dixie, let me in,” his voice is urgent now, the familiar Riggs gruffness filling the small space.
I ignore him, tears streaming down my face.
“If you don't let me in, I’ll break the fucking door down,” and I know he means it. He would rip the door from its hinges if he needed to.
I sniff, nodding to an empty room and only then do I twist onto my knees and open the bedroom door. His eyes find mine, and I feel like a child.
“Shit,” he grunts, lowering himself down and pulling me in for a cuddle. He holds me like this for what feels like forever. I would never have dreamt that me and Riggs would grow closer. We never crossed paths until the day I turned up all those weeks ago, but now, I have never been more grateful for him. He was the big brother I never had but somehow always needed.
“Thank you,” I mutter, hands on his chest as I push away gently.
“Do you suffer with them a lot?” he asks, placing his hand on his bent knee as he stands up, a grunt leaving him as he does.
“With what?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“Panic attacks,” and suddenly it all makes sense. I shake my head from side to side.
“What set you off?” he asks, and my mask is torn off with his question, my vulnerability bleeding at his feet.
I keep quiet for a moment, but my eyes deceive me, tears filling my ocean blue eyes and I ignore the burn that radiates behind them as I refuse to blink, because as soon as I do, fresh tears will roll down my cheeks.
“You can talk to me Dix...” his voice is soft, eyes full of worry.
I whimper as I hold it all in.
“Are you going to break my brother’s heart?” he asks, and I shake my head violently from side to side. But when the question actually settles in my brain, I realise I have just lied. Because either way, one of us going to end up heartbroken, or perhaps both of us. Lucian never breaks his word.
“You over worked?” and I see the guilt flash in his light green eyes as I shake my head again. “Then what? Is it Lainey?”
“No,” I whisper, I am still sitting on the floor, throat hoarse from crying.
“Is it that fucking cunt who followed you to your house?” and my eyes widen.
“Lucian,” I whisper the name, worried in case saying it out loud makes him appear.
“How did you…” I pause and furrow my brows.
“Give me some credit,” he scoffs a laugh, but there wasn't any harshness to his voice.
“Of course I looked into you, especially when I found out your history with Clay.”
Shit .
“He won't get near you Dixie, not whilst you're under our roof,” and I swallow the bile that is slowly creeping up my throat.
“He has threatened me,” and I clasp my hand over my mouth, eyes bugging as I shrink that I so freely blurted that out.
“What?” Riggs hisses, his tone sharp but he keeps his voice down so Tripp doesn't hear.
I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Riggs steps further into the room, closing the door softly behind him and I am grateful Lainey is downstairs with Orla.
“Tell me everything,” he stands over me, hands on his hips, his eyes burning down into mine and I can feel the fire radiating behind my eyes.
“They want the goldmines; they want the land.” I choke out.
“I know that bit, what is he threatening you with?”
“They wanted me to be their mole.”
And I watch as his nostrils flare, and suddenly he can't look at me. Pure fucking disgust painted over his face.
“Is that why you were back?” and when he finally turns his face to me, I can't even lie my way out of this. “I fucking knew it,” he growls, running his hand over his head, fingers knotting in his curly hair.
“But I haven't spoken to them,” I choke out through sobs, pain splintering through my heart. “Lucian found me after everything went down at the funeral,” tears stream down my face. “I haven't said anything, my lips have been sealed. I have one week until he takes me home to Wyoming.”
I watch the shift in Riggs' expression, it softens ever so slightly before angry Riggs is back with vengeance.
“Have you told them anything?” I shake my head from side to side.
“There was nothing to tell, and as the days passed, I wanted nothing more to do with Lucian.” My breath shudders on my intake of breath, “He told me that if I don't do as he said, he would put a bullet between each of your eyes,” my voice cracks, “and then kill Lainey.” The words burn my tongue as they roll off it and I feel physically sick at the thought.
“Listen,” Riggs lowers himself, wrapping his fingers around the top of my arm as he pulls me to my feet, “no one is getting near you or that little girl.” He steps back, reaching to open the door and as he goes to walk out, he spins to face me. “Oh, but Dixie…”
“Yeah?” I answer, palming my cheeks.
“If I find out you're lying, I'll put a bullet between your eyes.”
He walks out the door leaving me in a cold sweat.