Jon hung up on Colby, furious that he was trying to make Dixie doubt his love for her. He thought to himself that he should have known Colby wouldn't give up so easily, but hoped he wouldn't turn this into a battle for her heart. He heard the sadness in her voice when she told him what happened and it was the only thing that kept him from losing his temper. He understood it was hard for her to be around Colby and the memories of their life together without feeling anything, but he hoped it was just her being sentimental. He was determined that she was not going back to Colby and he wasn't going to be able to sweet-talk her to get her back.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, he stood to meet her and finally caught a glimpse of her neck. The anger flooded him and his hands balled into fists, trying to keep control of himself. He gritted his teeth, "What the fuck is all that on your neck, Dixie?"
She brought her hand up and touched her throat. "Jon, I told you."
"Yeah, you told me. Just how fucking 'heated' did you two get?"
"It got pretty intense."
"No shit. I think that is a fucking understatement! He did that on purpose, didn't he? Not only does he want you back, he wanted to make sure that I saw them, right? That son-of-a-bitch! You must have obviously wanted it or it wouldn't have gone that goddamn far!"
"Jon, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say."
"Tell me, Dixie, you wanted it, didn't you?" he said, resentment thick in his voice. She lowered her head, ashamed to admit she did. "Yeah, that is what the fuck I thought. Shit!"
"Look, I didn't mean for it to happen! He kissed me, and the next thing I know I am pinned to the wall. Colby has never done that and it surprised me. And yeah, I liked it. I am sorry; I really don't know what you want to hear!"
"I don't fucking know either! I know you still love him, but it kills me to think of him touching you, Dix," he said softer. "I had to live with that for too long, knowing after I was with you that you were going back to his arms, his bed. I hated, fucking hated, the thought that he could kiss you and hold you, make love to you any time he wanted. I don't want you going back to him."
She stepped closer to him and reached out to stroke his cheek. He took her hand, turning it to kiss her palm. "I'm not going back to him, Jon."
He looked up at her, his blue eyes full of insecurity. "Promise me?"
"I promise, baby. Come here." She opened her arms and pulled him against her, running her fingers through his hair. She hated what she had let happen with Colby, and as much as she wanted him, she knew she couldn't do that to Jon. She did find it absurd to think of all the times she had cheated on Colby with Jon, and now that the tables were turned, she felt worse for almost betraying him.
She couldn't deny how much she still wanted Colby. Even though he didn't always give her what she wanted, he knew every trick to turn her on. What happened that morning caught her off guard, never expecting to see that aggressive side of Colby. She really enjoyed it and she knew if Jon hadn't called, she would have let him fuck her senseless. He was reminding her more of the old Colby, the man she fell so hard in love with. But there was Jon, the man she had became captivated with who slowly stole her heart. She didn't know how she was going to survive being stuck in the middle of this fight between them.
"Baby, let's go get some breakfast and have a good day together, okay? I don't want to spend our time together fighting."
"Okay, babe." He actually had started to feel guilty after Dixie read him the riot act for throwing their relationship in Colby's face, but now, he was glad he did it. The war was on, and he planned to be the last man standing. It was time for him to fight fire with fire. Before he sent her home that night, he was going to leave a few marks of his own on her and make it difficult for her to walk or even cross her legs. A smirk crossed his lips and he leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her ass with both hands and squeezing. She smiled at him and he whispered, "I have plans for you today. God, I have missed you."
"I missed you too." He softly pecked her lips then grabbed his wallet and room key. He handed her purse over to her and pressed his hand to her back as they walked down to her car. She drove them to breakfast at IHOP and asked him how he wanted to spend their day together. "Well I thought we might have a 'perfect date day' since we never really have been on one" he said with a chuckle.
She laughed, "Okay, so what will we do on this 'perfect date'?"
"First, I am going to take you to a movie and sit in the back so we can make out. After that, we are shopping at the mall and having lunch. Then we can go ice-skating down at the Lagoon and check out the park. Tonight, we are going to go to dinner before I take you up to the Skybridge. Then who knows what will happen when I take you back to the hotel," he told her with a wink.
"Oh wow, you really have mapped out a whole day of perfect dates, Jon! When did you become such a romantic?"
He took her hand and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. "I think about the time I fell in love with you." She blushed slightly, really liking how open he was becoming with her and glad he was comfortable being that way. She liked that he took the time to make plans to do things with her that he knew she would like, knowing how much he hated the cold and snow because it made him ache. After their breakfast, she handed him the keys to her Audi. He drove them to the IMAX and she told him she wanted to see the second Hobbit movie. The theater was fairly empty but they found seats at the top in the corner where they could be alone. When the lights went down, Jon put his arm around her and she laid her head back on his shoulder. Halfway through the movie, Dixie was gripping his thigh, caught up in what was happening on the screen. He wasn't watching the movie; he was watching her face. His mind was elsewhere. He was thinking about what she had told him about Colby and wondered what he would try next. He decided that he would ask her not to go home while Colby was still there. He knew she was not one to try to control outside of the bedroom, but he thought the best thing was to keep them apart. He was afraid the more time she spent with Colby, the more she would want to take him back.
When the movie was over, he took her to the mall and insisted on buying her an outfit for their date that night. She didn't want him to, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He sat patiently in Dillards, watching as she tried on skirts, nodding in approval when she picked out a black gored skirt and light pink pointelle sweater. While she was looking at shoes, he wandered off to pick her out something. She got black tights and 3 ½ inch heel brown leather tall boots. "You will look gorgeous as always, Dix. There is one thing I want to choose for you though."
She arched her eyebrow, wondering what he had in mind. He pulled a leather moto jacket from behind his back. "What do you think?" he asked with his eyes twinkling.
"I like it, baby but don't you think we are going just a little overboard?"
"Nope. Not at all. Just let me do this. Here, try it on." He opened it for her and she turned to slip her arms in it. "Do you like it? Because I sure as hell do."
"I do. Thank you, Jon. This is very sweet of you."
He wanted to do nice things for her, but he also didn't want her going home to change clothes before their date. He honestly wanted her nowhere near Colby, and he would buy her a whole new wardrobe if he had to. He picked up everything they were getting and went to check out but she dragged him to the men's department first. "I am getting something for you too."
He groaned, "Dix, I don't need anything."
"Um yes, you do. You are not wearing one of those gas station tee shirts to dinner if you are making me dress up, Jonathan."
"I'm not wearing a suit," he said with conviction.
"You don't have to, but a nice sweater with your good jeans and leather jacket; you will look fabulous."
He couldn't help but chuckle at her hand gestures. "Fine, but nothing too fancy. Fancy isn't my thing."
"I know, nothing too posh for you. Just come on." She looked through the sweaters and long sleeved shirts, taking one out and handing it to him. "Here, try this one." He took it to the dressing room and tried it on, and she clapped her hands. "Looks great, baby." He stared at the mirror and had to admit, it looked good. He nodded and stepped back inside to put his shirt and jacket back on. She had chosen a dark blue knit sweater for him: something nice but not too flashy.
They checked out and she insisted on buying his shirt for him, refusing to let him argue. He carried their bags and stopped for lunch in the food court before heading to the Lagoon for their next stop: ice-skating. While they were in the car, Dixie wondered what they were going to do about skates.
"Hey, we need to go by the house so I can get my skates."
"Um no." There was no way he was doing that. "We can rent them."
He sounded irritated when she mentioned going home, so she let it be. They rented their skates from the rink, and then made their way to the frozen lagoon. She smiled at him when he stepped on the ice and nearly fell. She grabbed his arm and giggled, "how long has it been since you did this?"
"Whoa!" he said, catching himself before falling. "It's been a few years now. Since I lived in Cincy. I will get the hang of it again, don't worry."
She smiled, "I won't let you fall, baby."
He grinned at her holding on to his arm. She held him around his waist and slowly they moved further out on the ice. He had to laugh at the irony. "You are gonna bust your ass if you don't concentrate. Why are you laughing?" she told him with a smirk.
"Since I apparently became the girl!"
She cackled, "Well, for right now anyway, I get to lead! Come on you, and quit being silly. And don't take me down with you!"
He was walking very timidly across the ice, focusing on staying upright. She skated in a circle around him, "Come on, quit being so nervous. You will be fine. Like riding a bike."
He playfully glared at her, "How the fuck did a Mississippi girl get so good at this shit anyway?"
Her face dropped, not wanting to answer that and upset him. "I practiced." He saw her expression change, and wondered what was wrong.
"Dix, what did I say? What's the matter?" he asked, holding on to her hands.
She sighed, "Colby used to bring me here all the time when we moved here. He taught me." She turned her head away, not wanting to look at the displeasure showing on Jon's face.
"I see. Sorry I asked." He touched her cheek, "babe, we will make a new memory here, for us." He wanted to replace every memory she had of Colby with memories of them. He wanted Colby out of her mind, permanently. "Okay, so let's try this, huh?" He slid a little bit and lost his balance but she caught him.
He smiled up at her, "I told you I wouldn't let you fall." He gingerly started to glide across the ice, Dixie holding on to him for support. They slowly made their way around the frozen pond, talking and laughing while he was getting the hang of skating again. She stepped away from him and did a twirl, motioning for him to try. He shook his head, "no way, babe. I don't 'twirl'. Besides, I would bust my ass if I tried that."
She skated around him and he laughed, "Now you are just showing off."
"Yep! Catch me if you can!" She slipped away from him and showed him a figure eight, making the circle around where he was standing. He was impressed and clapped for her. She came back next to him and teased him, "alright you big lug, move your ass. I have seen you in the ring and I know you are not that afraid of falling!"
"The mat is softer than this shit! You know what, fine! I can do tricks too!"
"Oh yeah! Let's see!"
He realized that his mouth may have run away with him again, and when he tried to do a crossover, he fell flat on his behind. "Ow, fuck!" She rushed over to him and even though it hurt, it wasn't that bad. He wanted the attention so he used his selling skills to make her think otherwise. He lay flat on the ice, moaning and groaning as if he was dying. She dropped down beside him and cupped his head. "Are you okay, baby?"
"Ugh, you promised not to let me fall! Now look at me! I think I broke my tailbone! Oh my ass hurts!"
She saw the sparkle in his eyes and knew he was faking. "Oh, you poor baby! I will have to massage it and make it all better!"
His face lit up, "really? Well I think I hurt my dick when I fell too. You think you can massage it and make it feel better too?" he asked mischievously.
She lowered her voice, "oh, I am sure I can. Maybe I will kiss it better."
He gulped, "yeah, I am sure you can."
"Okay, enough of that. Now get up!" She helped him to his feet and grinned when he rubbed his ass.
"It does hurt though," he said sheepishly.
"I know. Now you know how I feel after you spank me while you fuck me," she told him with a smirk as she skated off. He couldn't help but laugh. He yelled after her, "yep, and you are gonna get it extra bad tonight for that!"
She yelled back, "that's not much of a threat, Jonathan!"
He took off after her and when she slowed down and came to him, he grabbed her and kissed her hard. "I am getting cold. You ready to go get warm?"
Dixie smiled, "yeah, let's go but there will be none of that kind of getting warm until later because you promised me dinner, mister. You have to earn it tonight" she informed him, touching the tip of his red nose.
He snorted, "oh so it's like that now?!"
She winked, "yep."
"Well then, I promise I will earn it, and your ass is in for trouble tonight."
They changed back into their shoes and turned the skates back in before going to the car. They drove to the hotel Jon was staying at and flopped down on the bed. She crawled over to him and softly kissed his lips. "Today has been really great, Jon. Thank you."
"You're welcome, but it's not over yet." She laid her head on his chest and curled her leg over his.
"I have to tell you, I am surprised at this side of you. I really like the charming, romantic you. I like it when you are sweet like this. Reminds me of why I love you."
He was tenderly stroking her hair, "hmmm? Why do you love me?"
"You shouldn't have to ask, but it is because you are a good man with a good heart. You treat me like a queen and give me whatever I want from you. You set my body and heart on fire, Jon. You make me feel like I am the only woman in the world and you make me feel special and important. You always show me that you care, even when I would tell you things I know you didn't want to hear. You listened anyway. You really listen and you talk to me, not at me."
He felt a little choked up so he had to laugh it off. "And here I was thinking it was only because I fuck you so good."
"You do that too, but I didn't fall in love with your dick, even though it is very nice and very talented. I fell for you; the man you are."
"Damn, Dix. You can't say shit like that to me."
Her head shot up to look at him. "Why not?"
"Because you don't know what it does to me. It makes my heart ache. I don't feel worthy of you to love me and think of me like that. You make me want to strive to be a better man, the man you deserve."
"Jon…."
"No, look. I know I have let you down but I am not giving you back to Colby. You are mine. Fuck him. He had you and fucked it up and I won't let him have you back. If he wants a war, he will get one. I will fight to the death for you, Dix, don't ever doubt that."
"I really don't want you guys fighting over me anymore."
"I know you don't, but I shouldn't be surprised that he is trying to win you back. Tough shit for him, you love me now, but I don't think he is going to accept that."
"No, not right now he isn't. Baby listen, I don't want to talk about him anymore."
"You're right. So where do you want to go for dinner?"
"Oh, I don't care. Whatever you want sounds good to me."
"Well, I don't know many places here, so you tell me and I will take you there."
"What are you in the mood for?"
"Anything."
She smiled, "okay so how about the Front Street Brewery? They have good food and since you are a beer connoisseur, you would like it I think."
"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can get in my pants?" he asked cheekily.
"Always" she laughed.
"Sounds good to me, babe." He closed his eyes and they lay there talking for a while before he looked at the clock and decided they needed to get ready. He told her they needed to change clothes so they could get to the restaurant and have time to do everything he wanted them to do. She agreed and they got up. She started taking her new clothes out of the sacks and got distracted by him getting undressed. He caught her staring and grinned, "See something you like?"
"Oh yes. I don't know if I have told you, but my god you have a gorgeous body."
"I think you may have, but you can tell me again. I don't mind."
She stripped down to her bra and panties and pulled her skirt and tights on before putting her shirt on. She slipped into her boots and zipped them up. She stood up and spun around for him. "You like?"
"Hell yes, I like. You look gorgeous."
"I don't have any makeup or anything with me. I wasn't prepared for all this," she laughed, pulling her hair down and running her fingers through it.
"That's fine. I like you just how you are. You already have me, Dixie; you don't have to impress me." He picked up her jacket, holding it for her to put her arms through and then grabbed his as well. He grabbed his phone, pulling her to the mirror and snapping a picture. "We look fucking hot together."
She agreed. "Yes we do." She got her purse and he got his wallet before they headed out the door. He opened her car door for her and drove them to the brewery. As they made their way inside, he smiled that this was his kind of place. He was actually relieved she didn't want to go to some five-star restaurant where he would feel grossly out of place. They found a booth and settled in for their meal. He tried a couple of different beers and laughed at her when she ordered cherry ale. She offered him a sip but he didn't like it.
After dinner, they drove to the Skybridge and took the elevator up to the observation deck. He stood behind her, wrapping her in his arms as they looked out on the Mississippi River. She leaned her head back against his shoulder as they watched the lights from the city dance on the water. "I love it here, Jon. This really has been the perfect day. Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed this today."
"I know this has been a rough week for you and I just wanted to make you happy. I never want you to be sad. I will give you the moon and stars, over and over, just say the word. I have never really done this before but I will try my damndest to be the kind of man you want and need. I will leave no fucking doubt in your mind about how much I love you."
She brushed a tear off her cheek and turned to look at him. "I love you too, Jon. You make me happy. All this is icing on the cake." He brought his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her face to his. Her eyes slipped shut as his lips met hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on to him tightly, not ever wanting to break free.
When he finally made himself pull away, she rested her head on his chest, sliding her arms in his jacket with him. He felt her shiver so he kissed her temple. "Let's get back to the hotel, babe." She nodded and hooked her arm in his, walking through the light snowfall on the way back to the car. She got him to run by Starbucks for some cappuccino before making their way to the Inn.
In his room, he was determined to top this day off right by giving her what she was craving. She started taking off her clothes, folding them and stacking them in a chair. He stripped down and sat on the bed, watching her meticulously get undressed. He wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose, but it was killing him, one article of clothing removed at a time, like strip poker. She saw the heated look on his face and was enjoying the little bit of torture she was doing to him, knowing the more she made him wait, the more he would punish her. She finally took her panties and bra off and walked over to where he was sitting. She lowered her eyelids, showing him she was ready to submit to whatever he wanted to do to her. His lip curled in a smirk. "On your knees."
She quickly complied, dropping to the carpet in front of him. "Now be a good girl and suck my dick. Do it good now or I will make it a lot fucking harder for you." She stuck her tongue out and circled the head of his cock, encouraged by the hiss from his lips. She opened wide and sunk the hard shaft into her throat. He gripped the bed, trying to keep from choking her with his cock. "Oh fuck, just like that." He threw his head back as she bobbed up and down, taking him deep each time. He gasped when the head touched the back of her throat. She was pleasing him, but he knew she liked being dominated so this wasn't going to work, as much as he was enjoying it. "I said do it good and you are too fucking slow."
He wrapped his hand in her hair and forced her head down on his cock. He felt her gag so he gave her a small reprieve before starting to face fuck her. She was loving it; his salty precome filling her mouth. She gripped his thighs, her nails leaving bruises in his flesh. He felt he was about to come so he stopped, not wanting to end things right there. He pulled her away and he saw she actually looked disappointed. "Don't worry, princess. You will get to swallow my sweet come before the night is over. Get on the bed. Ass up."
She did as he said and waited, wondering what he was doing. He picked his belt up out of the floor and she heard the buckle jingle as she felt him climbing in behind her. She propped herself up on her arms and anticipated the pain and pleasure he was going to give. He looped the belt over and she heard him snap it. "Are you ready for me to tear that ass up?"
"Y..ye…yes."
He heard the hesitation in her voice and didn't want to do anything she didn't want him to, so he whispered, "If you don't want this, tell me now."
"I..I want it, Jon."
"Good." She felt the sting as the first lick cracked across her skin. She screamed and her body dropped to her elbows. He struck her three more times, seeing the red whelps rise to the surface. He heard her whimper and decided she had enough. He wanted to please her not break her. He threw the belt down and reached under her hips, pulling her back to him. He roughly entered her, a loud moan escaping her throat. "You like this big dick don't you? You like it filling that tight pussy up don't you?" He buried his shaft to the hilt, pressing her flat on her chest. He bent her leg and crawled between them, keeping his cock inside her. He gripped her ass, smacking it as he fucked her. He pushed against her, making the bed shake as he bounced her on the mattress. She bit down on the comforter, the pleasure almost more than she could take. He leaned down, laying against her back and clutched her arms, arching his hips to thrust deep inside her. He growled in her ear, "You like being fucked like the slut you are don't you? You want me to destroy this pussy, don't you? Nobody can fuck you like I can. Nobody knows what a depraved back-alley whore you really are but me. If everyone only knew how you beg for my dick, beg me to hurt you, to wreck your tight pussy and ass, they would know you weren't fit for society. You are just meant to be used and abused, and you love every second of it. You lay there and take your punishment for being the cock-hungry whore you are. "
She cried out, his dirty talk turning her on as much as what he was doing to her body. He curled his arms under her shoulder and slowed down, making deeper and harder strokes. He bit down on her neck, sucking her racing pulse point. She felt the first orgasm rip through her and she called out his name. He sat back up and put his hand to the back of her neck and the other one on her hip, violently plunging his cock into her over and over while she was reeling from her climax. He wasn't sure he could last much longer, her walls tightening around him were making him lose all his self control. He pulled out and flipped her over, driving his thick manhood back into her. He held her hands above her head and saw the sweet surrender in her eyes as she looked up at him, completely undone. Her tongue licked her top lip as she came again and that was all he could stand. He quickly pulled his cock out of her pussy and moved to sit on her chest. He tapped her lip and she opened her mouth, starting to suck. He felt his release shoot into her throat and he growled, "swallow!" He felt her mouth contract around his cock and he whined, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!"
She was satisfied that she got to taste him after the incredible way he just screwed her. She swallowed every drop he gave her, and licked her lips clean when he removed his manhood from her mouth. He flung himself off of her, panting, trying to catch his breath. "Shit! I now know what will be the cause of my death: you. Fuck, Dixie!"
She smiled, "but what a way to go." She softly kissed him, running her fingers through his sweat soaked hair. "That maybe was the best yet, baby. Thank you. And thank you for always knowing exactly what I need. You go from being so sweet and romantic to a beast in bed. I fucking love you."
He laughed, "I fucking love you too." He smiled that she would have bruises and marks that he left all over her for a couple of days. He wanted to be sure that Colby saw them. He knew fucking her as hard as he did, she would be sore so he hoped his ex-best friend noticed that she was walking funny. He wanted to land the final blow of their battle, and put an end to Colby's fantasy that she was going to take him back, once and for all.
A/N Got on a roll and it got really long, hope no one minds! LOL! If you like it, please review!