Chapter 16
Penn
Iwake up before Dixie, and the light filters through the blinds in lines across the sheets.
Dixie’s curves press against mine, warm and soft.
Her breathing remains slow and even, and my arm rests over her waist, my palm flat on the swell of her belly.
Princess shifts on the floor beside the bed, stretching and whimpering.
We didn’t let her out again before we fell asleep, and I’m impressed she didn’t have an accident on the floor. Easing my arm free from beneath Dixie, I sit up. She makes a small sound but doesn’t open her eyes as I pull on my sweats and decide against the shirt hanging on the chair.
Princess follows me down the hallway, and I let her out into the backyard where she barely takes two steps before squatting. Poor girl. “Sorry, baby,” I say. “But that’s a good girl.”
Her tail wags as she sniffs the ground, looking for the spot she deems fitting to take a shit.
I smile at the little pup that’s already growing like a weed, and I imagine this is what it’ll be like when Dixie’s baby arrives.
One day it’ll be this tiny little bundle, and before we know it, he or she will be clomping around the house, getting into everything.
That’s when I stop. Even though I want this family, I know I’m getting ahead of myself.
I told Dixie that this means she’s mine.
That I’m all in, and she agreed, but I know there’s so much that could still change.
And whether I want to believe it or not, that baby she’s carrying isn’t mine.
I don’t have a real claim to him or her.
“Guess we’ll just have to change her mind, huh, Princess?” I ask as the puppy scurries over to me, anxious to get back inside to Dixie.
I head back to the bedroom to find the room empty. Then I hear the shower from down the hall running. I don’t bother knocking as I step inside to see her under the showerhead, water falling around her glorious curves I got a close-up view of last night.
“You don’t even knock?” Dixie asks with a cheeky grin.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” I say. “Care for some company?”
“Come on in.”
Yeah, I don’t need any more incentive. I drop my sweatpants, already hard at the sight of her, and I step in behind her. She turns and rubs a hand over my stomach before inching lower, her fingers wrapping around me. She strokes once, slow and sure, before moving faster.
Leaning down to kiss her, I taste the mint from her toothpaste and wonder just how long I’d been outside with the dog. I almost protest when she pulls her face from mine until she sinks down onto her knees along the wet tile, her wet hair plastered against her neck, and takes me into her mouth.
The first pull of her lips drags a groan from deep in my throat. She works me with her tongue while her hand strokes where her mouth can’t reach, and I have to brace my hand on the wall. Her left hand grips my thigh, and her nails press into my flesh with just enough pressure to keep me steady.
But then she looks up at me through wet lashes, and I damn near lose it.
Her brown eyes gaze into mine as she takes me deeper.
She gags but doesn’t pull away, and I stay completely still.
The last thing I want to do is rush her, even if it feels like I might combust. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long-ass time.
Pressure builds, and my muscles tense. The unmistakable signs of climax. Her mouth feels too good, and the way she watches me while she fucks me with her mouth does something to me that I can’t quite explain. But then she hums low around me, and the vibration nearly sets me off.
“Dixie,” I warn, my voice rough, “I’m close.”
She doesn’t pull away. She speeds up, cheeks hollowing, and her tongue works the underside of my head with every stroke. My hips jerk before I can stop them, and she moans again.
That’s all it takes.
I’m bracing most of my weight against the wall as I come, and she swallows me down as I fill her throat. She continues until I’m spent, and my legs feel wobbly. My brain isn’t functioning well, but I can’t actually remember the last time a woman went down on me.
I reach down and pull Dixie up, kissing her hard and tasting myself on her tongue. She melts against me, her belly soft between us, and I turn us to press her back against the wall and away from the water.
Her vanilla bodywash sits in the corner, and I grab it, lather it in my hands, and run them along her skin.
I start with her shoulders, then move down her arms. Her breathing hitches when I pay special attention across the swell of her breasts, and she arches her back as my thumbs circle her nipples.
I know how sensitive they are, and I give her the pressure that drove her wild last night.
As she begins panting, I move lower, over the little belly bump, and then between her legs. Her legs part for me, and I slide my fingers between her lower lips, loving how wet she is that has nothing to do with the water.
Rinsing her off, I pay more attention to her clit than is strictly necessary for the task of washing her, but she doesn’t seem bothered. Her hand reaches out to stroke my semi-hard cock as I rub her, making her gasp and tense as I build her up.
“Fuck me,” escapes from between her lips, and I’m fucking ready.
Turning her to face the wall, she instinctively braces herself with her palms against the tile wall, and I guide myself to her entrance.
I push in slowly, feeling her stretch to fit me, and I hiss at how hot and tight she is.
But what blows my mind in the best possible way is how she backs her ass up to take me as deep as possible.
Water hits my back, but I can only feel the heat between her legs. She moans, pushing herself back with every forward thrust I make, and I feel the urgent desperation. How badly she needs to find her release.
I slip a hand down her front to rub her clit with the right amount of pressure while I cup her breast with my left. The only movement now is my hips thrusting into her, my fingers making tight circles along her pleasure point.
“Penn!” she cries out as her pussy clamps down on my cock in pulsing little spasms.
Her voice echoes in the quiet room, and I refuse to stop. I keep moving. Keep rubbing. And it doesn’t take long before a second comes in close succession. It hits so hard that her knees buckle, but I hold her up, making sure she doesn’t fall and separate our bodies.
Dixie shudders as she moans, low and deep, and I kiss her shoulder as I thrust harder, my own release building.
I bury myself deep as heat spills inside her, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasms. It’s the greatest feeling in the world, to have her in my arms, trembling from pleasure as I remain deep inside her.
We stay locked together, both breathing hard, as the water pounds on my back. My forehead falls to her shoulder, and she slowly lowers her right hand to reach back and find my hip.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Yes, we sure did,” she says with a small giggle.
Eventually, I ease out of her and turn her to face me. Her eyes are glassy with flushed cheeks, and I kiss her soft lips. Slow, sensual kisses that would lead to more if we weren’t both currently spent.
I reach for the soap again, and we clean each other without hurry. My hands graze along her skin as though memorizing every inch. In the back of my mind, I know I am. No matter what she said last night, I know there’s still a chance she’ll leave, and I don’t want to forget a single thing.
Once we’ve finished, I turn the water off and grab the towels from the rack. One perk of living in the desert is no shortage of hot water. And thankfully, it’s early enough that we weren’t scalded.
Dixie steps out and leans against the counter with a happy little smile I’ve never seen before. “That was better than coffee.”
“You can’t drink coffee.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t remember how it affected me.”
I laugh once, short and low. “Good.”
Scratching at the door breaks the spell we’re both under, and Dixie opens it to let Princess inside. “She needs breakfast.”
“Shit, I was going to do that when we came inside, but I forgot.”
“That’s what I’m here for, remember? To make sure she’s covered.”
That’s not the only reason Dixie’s here, but I keep the comment internal. She may be here now, but if I make things too intense too fast, I’m pretty sure I’ll scare her away.
She slips on a robe and walks out to the kitchen where she fills the dog dish with the kibble refill I picked up yesterday. The robe slips up a bit to show off her ass, and I can’t help but give her bare skin a little pat.
“Hey!” she exclaims.
Princess barks, moving to shield Dixie by standing between us. Her little protector.
“Princess, it’s okay,” Dixie says, crouching down to pet her. “He’s okay. He lives here.”
“No, let her be defensive of you. I want her to be,” I say.
Narrowing her eyes, she looks up at me. “Did you get her for protection for me?”
“When I’m not here, she’s going to be the first line of defense. If anyone thinks about breaking in, and they hear a dog, they’re more than likely going to be deterred. Dog bites hurt like a bitch.”
I expect her to get defiant. Argue with me that she doesn’t need protection. But she smiles instead and scratches Princess’s head. “And you’re not worried she’ll be too protective of me with you?”
“If she’s like this with me, imagine how she’ll be with a stranger.”
“I didn’t think about that.”
“Eat,” I order, and Princess begrudgingly moves to the dish. Not without giving me a side-eye I didn’t know dogs were capable of.
Dixie just laughs, and I move to the fridge wearing just my sweatpants. “She listens.”
“But isn’t happy about it. What do you want for breakfast?”
“I think we should talk,” she says.
I freeze, bent down, staring into the refrigerator. “About what?”
“Last night,” she says. “And this morning.”
Standing, I turn to face her. “Uh-oh.”
“No, don’t go there.” Taking my hand in hers, she stares at our fingers as she interlocks them. “I know you don’t fully believe it, but I have no plans of leaving, Penn.”
It’s like she can read my mind. “That’s good to hear.”
“You’re mine as much as I’m yours.”
Pulling her to me, I kiss her, but I can’t help but think about how that could easily change.
It’s not like we have a normal situation here.
She’s carrying another man’s child, and when that baby comes, things could be very, very different.
What Dixie Knapp wants now while she’s in the most vulnerable position of her life may not be what she wants when she realizes she has other options.
All I can do is pray she chooses me when the time comes.