7. Dixie

CHAPTER 7

Dixie

" Y es, yes, yes!" I shriek and moan, writhing under Cord's strong, sure touch. His fingers play along my clit, pushing inside me and claiming me, owning me. Fire rips along my sensitive skin and roars itself into each little piece of me. It feels like I'm burning up from the inside out.

"Cord," I whimper, out of control with hunger and praying that I don't spontaneously combust. "So good," I whisper and he leans down, grinding his palm against my weeping pussy.

"Oh," I stuff my hand up to my mouth and he pushes it down.

"No. I want to hear all your little noises."

I move my hand and he slips a finger inside me, then slips it down further until he's teasing the tiny rosebud on my backside. "One of these days…this will be mine too, angel. All of you is mine."

I shudder when he crawls on top of me and then grinds into my belly before slipping down to perch over top of my pussy. His dick is ready, hard and weeping pearly drops of pre-cum and I lick my lips. "Can I have a taste?"

He grunts and then he moves back up until he's perched over my mouth. "Open wide, angel." He holds his massive dick in one hand and then runs the angry head along my lips. I moan and lick the pearlescent drops off of his warm, velvety skin, moaning when the earthy taste of him bursts across my tongue.

"So good."

I can't resist wrapping my lips around his engorged head and he growls under his breath but doesn't stop me. My tongue slicks along his length and then I suck him as deep as I can get his thick cock, gagging a little.

He lets me play a little bit but then he jerks his dick out and grunts. "It's time for the main course, angel."

He slides down and lines his cock up at my sopping entrance. With barely a breath, I feel his thickness part my lower lips and push inside.

"Damn, you're tight, angel. I don't think I've ever felt anything as perfect as your pussy strangling my cock."

I close my eyes and suck in a sharp breath, pain burning in my core as he moves inside me. Slow and steady until he's almost all the way in and I'm sucking in air like a fish out of water.

"Are you alight?" His concerned eyes search mine and I force myself to smile.

"I'm better than alright. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He keeps pumping his hips into me and I can't handle it. I feel so damn full, so good. The pain is gone and all I feel is an overwhelming pleasure swirling through me, bubbling up inside me until I can't think. All I can do is feel.

Burning pleasure streaks through my body and my toes curl, my body exploding as an incendiary flames roars up and out, savagely stealing my breath.

My back arches and I moan, my voice raw and abused.

"Cord!"

He stills and my pussy flutters around him. He mutters under his breath and I can't hear him, can't understand what he's saying.

But the one thing I do understand is him slamming into me furiously, wildly. His steely eyes are locked on mine and I can't look away. With my own body fluttering around him, I feel his warm release splashing on my quaking walls.

My eyes roll back and I close them, giving myself up to the waves of pleasure ripping through me.

He finally falls to the mattress, spent, sweating and more gorgeous than any man has a right to be.

His lips quirk and his tired eyes open, sleepy and sated. "Let me get something to clean you up, angel."

I nod my head and close my eyes, already feeling like this was a huge mistake. I'm not this woman. I don't do this kind of thing.

But when he comes back and cleans me body carefully, whispering to me, I find that I can't really regret getting to be with this man.

The big question is, I feel way more than I should feel about a simple fling. And what the hell do I do about it?

He pitches the cloth into the bathroom and then comes back to bed, rolling me over to rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes and breathe in the sexy, warm smell of him.

I let my body relax and listen to his strong, sure heartbeat under my cheek, my whole body slipping slowly into sleep.

"I love you, Dixie."

I fall asleep, my own lips begging me to form the words. But I fight it. It's too fast, too much.

What do I do now?

And nobody how many times he reaches for me that night and how much pleasure he wrings from my body, I know that this ephemeral feeling will fade and I don't want to watch him leave me. I need to be the one who makes that first move.

I need to keep my heart safe. Even if it breaks it in the process.

I shut the door of the cabin and wave at the driver pulling up outside the door.

Before he can honk or do anything that will alert Cord, I slip into the backseat. "Paradise Hotel."

He nods. "Sure, lady. No luggage?"

I wince. "No. Just me."

He nods his head and I fight to keep from cringing at the judgment I swear I feel.

But I lean back and close my eyes, my sore muscles protesting the movement.

I close my eyes and I swear it's just seconds but then he clears his throat.

"We're here, miss."

I stumble out of the car and smile, pulling up the app and making sure that it's all paid for and I add a generous tip. If the guy hadn't been a decent guy, I was so out of it, I might have ended up in a ditch somewhere. He could have killed me and I'd probably have slept through it.

"Thank you so much. I appreciate it."

He nods his head and smiles, then pulls away. I run into the lodge and head upstairs, smiling and slowing down when I pass people. I don't want anyone to look too close at me. Because right now I'm a big mess. I know my mascara is smudged under my eyes like a raccoon and my dress has seen better days, wrinkled and crushed.

But I smile and nod at everyone I pass until I get to my room. Then I quickly pack up my belongings and start the checkout process so that I can just get out of here as quickly as possible.

I roll my suitcase down to the elevator and quickly climb in. One short trip and I'm standing in front of the desk and checking out at a godawful time of the morning, pretending that everything is fine and I'm in no rush.

But I glance behind me and tap my foot, hoping that Cord doesn't show up.

Why would he though?

We both got what we wanted and needed last night. There's no way that he meant all those amazing things that he said to me.

I'm not his. I never will be. And my stupid heart that's fluttering out of control and telling me that I'm a fool for leaving like this is just going to have to toughen up a little.

I cannot let this man take over my life. I'm in control and feelings can't change that.

Not even love. A tear slips down my cheek and I fight it. A man like Cord is not for a girl like me. He'll get tired of me and leave.

So I'm making it easy on both of us.

I sigh and head outside for my ride, getting into the car and letting it run me to the airport.

"Thank you for the night, Cord," I whisper, my fingers tracing the condensation on the window. "I love you."