After Dixie went to bed, Colby sat on the couch with a lot to think about. He stared at the portrait of her, wondering how he could let things get so bad with them that she would look for affection in another man's arms. He decided he would call Joe, needing to ask him how he found out about Dixie and Jon when he himself had been blind to it. Joe saw Colby calling and wondered if he was calling to bitch at him or what he wanted. He answered, "Hey."
"Hey, man. Look, forgetting that I am pissed about you not telling me, I need to know how you figured out that Dixie was cheating on me with Jon."
"Col, I don't think…"
"No, I need to know how you could see it when I couldn't. Tell me."
"Okay. I suspected it before but dismissed it because I knew how much she loves you. But..." he paused, "remember when Dixie came out to Jersey to see us?"
"Yeah, I remember. We had that big fight."
"Yes. Well, when I went back up to mine and Jon's room to get my beats, I walked in on them."
"What?"
"Yeah. I caught them. I actually pulled Jon off of her and threw him into the dresser because I thought he was raping her." Joe hated to tell Colby this, knowing it would hurt him. He didn't like to see Colby upset.
"Wha…why would you think he was raping her, Joe?" Colby was confused.
"Man, please don't ask me any more about it. Please" Joe pleaded, his voice soft.
"No, tell me."
He sighed, "Because he had her tied to the bed and gagged."
"He what?"
"She was tied to the headboard, man. He had his hand around her throat too."
Colby went silent, his stomach churning and his eyes stinging. The thought of Jon doing that and Dixie liking it was more than he could take. Joe heard Colby take a sharp breath. "I am sorry. I didn't want to tell you."
"I know." He thought back to after that, Jon coming in the gym angry and punching the heavy bag. He remembered going upstairs and Dixie crying, telling him that she didn't deserve him. It all started to make more sense then.
"I am here for you if you want to talk, bro. You know that. I will always be here."
"I know, Joe. I think I understand now why you didn't tell me."
"I didn't want to see your heart broken, Colby and that is the only reason. I swear I wasn't thinking about our careers or anything else. Just you."
Colby felt a tear roll down his cheek. "Yeah, I guess I know that too."
Joe felt relieved that Colby was coming around and hoped this meant he had forgiven him for keeping secrets. "I just want you to be happy. I know how much you love her, and regardless of this shit with Jon, she loves you too. You have to fight for…"
"I am."
"You what?"
"I am. I decided that I won't let her go without a fight. But man, it has been an emotional few days, topped off by Jon coming by my house to see her and her confessing how she felt and everything to me. I have royally fucked this up."
Joe got angry. "No you haven't. Don't blame yourself."
"She doesn't deserve all the blame, bro. I know that. Everything she said was the truth and I am man enough to admit it. I am still pissed but we both know I don't have the right to be too self-righteous."
"Colby…"
"No, shut up. I don't want to talk about it right now. She is just upstairs."
Joe heaved a deep breath. "So you didn't tell her about that?"
"No, how could I?"
"I thought since you two were clearing the air, that you might have."
"No. Not that. What I can't figure out is why Jon hasn't blabbed about it yet."
"You don't think he would do you? He promised."
"I know, but he promised a lot of shit too, Joe."
"Don't you think it would be better if you told her than if it was coming from him?" he asked.
"I don't know. Maybe she wouldn't believe him. Maybe she would think he was just trying to get her to stay with him and he was lying. I hope."
"Okay, whatever you say, man. I hope you know what you are doing."
"I don't, but I am faking it. Anyway, I need to go. Going to have a drink and try to chill out before bed."
Joe was starting to worry about Colby's drinking habits lately. "Take it easy on the booze."
"Don't start, Joseph."
"Just trying to look out for you. No need for the whole name," Joe said with a small smile.
"I know, but I am a grown man. I can look out for myself. See you Saturday."
"Alright. Later."
They hung up and Joe was glad Colby was at least talking to him. He missed both of his boys, but Colby the most. He was still too angry at Jon. He decided to text him, wanting to warn him not to tell Dixie about Colby's extracurricular activities on the road.
Jon heard his phone ding and expected it to be Dixie. He was shocked to see it was from Joe.
'Keep ur trap shut about Col. Don't tell Dixie shit.' It was cryptic but he knew what it meant.
'We'll see.'
'U promised.'
'So fucking what? Is this kindergarten? I should have told her when u found us and avoided all this shit now.'
'So why didn't u?'
'For her, but now, I won't let him have her so I will tell her if I have to.'
'Ur an asshole.'
'Yep. But she will get over it eventually and never feel bad about cheating on him again.'
Joe glared at the phone. He still couldn't believe how low Jon had sunk. 'Ur funeral if u do.'
Jon smirked at the message. He wasn't scared of Joe, and Dixie was all that mattered to him. He tossed the phone back on the bedside table and rolled over. "We'll see, boys. We'll just fucking see."
The next day while Dixie was at work, Jon wanted to do something romantic for her. He agreed to give her space and not to be physical with her, but she never said he couldn't send her flowers. He laughed to himself that he had never done that as he looked in the phone book for a flower shop. When he called, the lady that answered asked him what kind of bouquet he wanted to send. 'I don't know shit about flowers' he thought. Then he smiled, remembering part of the conversation from the night before, 'thanks for the tip, Colby. I will have to be sure and thank you later.'
"Well, my girlfriend's favorite color is purple and she loves daisies. Can you put together something like that for her?"
"I sure can. Anything else in particular you want? Maybe a stuffed animal or balloons? We have a vase that has a bear hugging the side of it. We even have pandas and lambs. Whatever you would like."
"I think the bear hugging the vase is what I want. No balloons" he said with a chuckle.
"Okay, will do. Now what would you like the card to say?"
Jon thought for a minute before he told her what to write. He hoped this would bring a smile to her face and he couldn't wait to see her that night and find out what she thought of it. He told the woman where he needed it delivered and she guaranteed it by three that afternoon.
Back at Dixie and Colby's house, he was having an internal debate on whether to go see her or not. She said she needed some space, but figured there was no harm in taking her lunch. He knew she didn't always have time to go out of the hospital for food so she would grab something in the cafeteria and eat in her office, but she didn't like it. He called in an order to Applebee's before getting dressed and going to pick it up. Before noon, he got to the hospital and made his way to her office. He always was impressed when he saw her name on the sign beside the door. He saw her secretary and she waved at him, grinning.
He stepped to the door and Dixie looked up at him, surprised. She saw the bag and smiled. "Colby, what did you do?"
"I brought you food, mama. Tienes hambre?"
"Yes! I am starving!" She laughed and cleared a spot off of her desk. He set the drinks down and pulled the containers out, lifting the lids to see which was hers. "I can't believe you brought me lunch. You didn't have to but thank you."
"You're welcome. I knew you said you had been busy trying to catch up so I didn't think you probably had time to go get anything to eat yet."
"No, I haven't. Been stuck behind this computer. It smells good. What did you get me?"
"This one is yours," he told her, placing the to-go container in front of her. "I got you the chicken and shrimp and me the fiesta lime chicken. Here you go. This is your Dr. Pepper too."
"Thanks, Colby." He pulled up the other chair to the desk and they ate lunch, laughing and talking like old times. When they were done, he smiled and asked her "you aren't too full for dessert are you?"
"Oh, no, never!" She grinned as he opened the triple chocolate meltdown. "Ooooh. That looks good."
He took the spoon and fed her a bite. "Mmmm. I love that."
Her assistant Marie stood at her door to tell her she was going to lunch and saw them together. "You two are so damn cute together! Anyway, I am heading out for lunch. Enjoy the rest of your lunch, guys!"
Dixie nodded and blushed with Colby chuckling at her. They finished the dessert and Colby threw everything away. "I guess I am going to go so you can get back to work, mama."
She stood up and hugged him, making his heart jump. "Thank you again. This was very sweet of you."
"No problem." He kissed her temple and forced himself to break away from her embrace. "I will see you later at home."
She started to tell him she was going to dinner with Jon, but she didn't want an argument in her office, and she didn't want to upset him. "Okay. See you later."
She lightly smiled at him as he walked out. She cursed herself again under her breath; hating the position she had put herself in. She went to the restroom then set about getting her work done. A couple of hours later, she was surprised when Marie was showing a delivery guy to her office. "Ms. Matthews is in here." Marie was grinning from ear to ear, thinking about how romantic Colby was.
Dixie stared at them, astonished that Colby would send her flowers after bringing her lunch. She tipped the driver and started looking for the card. She smelled the bouquet, an arrangement of lavender roses, purple iris, purple and hot pink gerbera daisies, hot pink spray roses, fuchsia carnations and purple statice. She found the card and took it out to read it. 'I hope these will brighten up your day as you have brightened up my life. I love you. Jon.'
She whispered to herself, "Jon?" She couldn't believe he had sent her such a beautiful arrangement, the teddy bear being the icing on the cake. She posed in front of the flowers with a big smile and sent it to him with a message that said 'I love them! Thank you baby.'
He saw the message and replied, 'I'm glad u like them. Looking forward to seeing u.'
'Me too,' she answered back before putting her phone up so she could work. She honestly still felt torn between them and they weren't making it any easier for her. They both had qualities she loved but flaws as well. She wasn't looking forward to making a choice.
Dixie called Jon before she left work and told him she would pick him up after she went home to change. She was dreading telling Colby where she was going, but knew he would find out anyway. She was tired of keeping secrets.
When she made it to the house, Colby was sitting in the floor playing video games. He looked up at her and wondered why she rushed up the stairs, with a bouquet of flowers in tow. He groaned that Jon had done that, kicking himself for telling him what she liked.
She came down a little while later and had changed clothes, but not her hang-around-the-house clothes. She looked like she was going clubbing. He loved the sexy clothes she had on, but knew they weren't for him. "Going somewhere, Dixie?" he asked, not even trying to disguise his disapproval.
"Yeah. I am going out to dinner with Jon."
Colby heaved a deep breath, sighing through his nose. "Those aren't dinner clothes, and I thought you said you needed some space, from both of us."
"I do, but that doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with either of you. He and I need to talk as well. Besides, you came to see me today. You can't get mad when he wants to see me too. We still live together. You see me all the time."
"I just don't like you being with him, mama. I can't help it. I don't. And I won't apologize for that. I love you and you are my fucking girlfriend, not his."
"No, I am not anyone's. At least not now. Look, Colby, I don't want to do this with you right now. I just don't. I will see you later." She grabbed her keys and left again, Colby fuming that she was going to be with Jon and God only knew what they would be doing. He called his brother, deciding that he would not spend the night at home worrying about what Dixie was doing. He knew it would make him crazy. His brother Brandon said he would call a couple of their friends and they could go out drinking later.
When she pulled up at the hotel, Jon was outside waiting on her, smoking a cigarette. He had tried to cut back, but was smoking more lately, needing it to calm his nerves some. He stomped it out on the sidewalk then got in the car with her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Hey babe."
"Hey yourself. Thank you for the bouquet again, Jon. It was beautiful."
"You're welcome. Glad you liked them. So where are you taking me tonight, Dix?" He noticed the black leather pants and the leather jacket he had bought her and thought she didn't look like they were going to a fancy restaurant for dinner.
"We are going to the Rusty Nail to have supper. Then, we are going to go have a few drinks down at Creekside. I need to let loose tonight. Then who knows where we will end up. So drunk we have to take a taxi home I hope."
Jon laughed, "Sounds good. You know I am up for whatever, babe."
It was after seven before they got to the bar and grill for dinner. Jon followed her in, enjoying his view of her ass in leather. She took off her jacket and his eyes went wide when he saw the pink and black halter-neck corset top. He told himself he wasn't sure if he would be able to keep his hands off of her. They took a seat in a booth and Jon ordered them both a beer as they looked over the menu. He ordered a steak and smiled impressively when she ordered a ribeye as well, rare. She saw the smirk on his face and questioned, "What?"
"Nothing. Just surprised that's all."
"About what?" she asked him, taking a drink of her beer.
"That you eat your steak fucking rare, that's all."
"Oh, that. Yeah if I tell them medium rare they cook it too long so I just say rare and it is usually right."
"You're an animal!" he told her with a smile, earning a playful scowl. "You look fucking hot by the way. That shirt, wow. Your tits are playing peek-a-boo with me. Are you trying to drive me crazy dressing like this?"
"Maybe."
He sat straight up, almost shocked by her answer. She wasn't acting like a woman who wanted space from him. She looked to him like a woman who wanted to get laid. He shook his head, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but knew if she said the word, he would be all over her in a flash. "Well, maybe it won't work."
"Hmm, really?" she asked, running her boot along his calf.
"That's not fair, Dixie."
"Who said life was fair?"
Her teasing was getting the better of him and he had to adjust his hardening manhood in his jeans. His body craved hers and try as he may, he couldn't deny that. She enjoyed playing with him, liking the flush that came to his cheeks when he was aroused. He may have thought she was teasing, but she had no plans to let him sleep alone that night.
After they had dinner, she drove them to the Creekside bar. They walked in and sat down at the bar and Dixie ordered them both a double shot of Jack Daniels. Jon looked confused at her. "The hard stuff?"
"Yes. After this hellacious week, I need the hard stuff," she said, leaning in to kiss him with her hand resting on his thigh.
"Fuck, you are trying to kill me. But there are worse ways to die." He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her back to him, pushing his lips to hers.
The bartender put down their shots and Dixie picked hers up, Jon following suit. "Cheers."
"Yeah, cheers." She threw the shot back and felt it burn as it went down.
"Wow."
Jon laughed at her. "Maybe you can't handle the hard stuff," he repeated the way she had said it.
"I can handle anything you can, tough guy."
"Oh really?" He called the bartender over and ordered another round, along with a couple of longnecks. When it arrived, he slammed it back and watched as she did the same. He snickered when he saw the face she made. He looked around and saw some pool tables so he asked if she knew how to shoot.
"A little." She lied, but she wasn't going to tell him that.
"Okay, let's see just how little we are talking." He racked the balls and gave her the break. She made a striped ball in the corner but she purposely missed the next shot.
He made his next four shots before it was her turn again. He leaned over her back, whispering in her ear. "You need to just loosen your grip and let it slide through your fingers."
She whispered back, "I got this, baby." She made her shot but then missed the next one. Jon finished up and won the game.
"You want to play again?" he asked.
"Sure, but why don't we make a little wager?"
He was intrigued. "What kind of wager?"
"The loser does anything the winner wants for the rest of the night."
"Oh, well you do anything I want in bed anyway, but I will take this bet."
"You're on. I will let you break this time."
"No no, go ahead. Ladies first."
She put her hand to her chest. "Oh, such a gentleman. Thank you."
He laughed and slapped her ass. "Just break already." She hit the cue ball and two balls went into the pockets. She moved around to the side of the table and shot another solid ball into the side pocket. His eyes went wide as she moved again, aiming for the orange 5-ball. He was starting to realize that she had minimized her pool-shooting skills. She put that ball into the pocket and selected her next shot.
"Okay, who's next? How about the 7-ball, right into that corner?" She leaned down and simpered up at him when she stuck the ball with the cue, making it roll into the pocket.
"I am starting to think I have been hustled. You wouldn't hustle me, now would you?" he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Nope. Never" she told him with a wink. She finished with all the colored balls and called her last shot, the 8-ball into the right corner. He stared in disbelief as it sunk into the hole, the game over. She had won, with him never getting a shot.
"I can't believe that just fucking happened!"
"I gave you the chance to break, baby."
He laid the stick on the table and grabbed her, pulling her flush to his body. "How did you become a pool shark, huh?"
"A guy I dated in high school, his dad owned a pool hall. We hung out there every day after school. Now, Mr. Good, you are mine for the rest of the night."
"Okay, you won. I concede. Even though you duped me."
"Trust me, you won't mind later."
"I like the sound of that. So what do you command of me first, mistress?" He pressed his chest to her back and let his hands rest on her hips as he mumbled against her shoulder.
"How about another drink?"
"Anything for you." He took her hand and led her back over to the bar, ordering her another beer. She scooted her stool closer to him and they talked and flirted while they drank. They heard the DJ announce that they were starting karaoke and her face lit up. She looked over at him and he was shaking his head. "No way. No. No fucking way."
"Baby, your voice is so good! Come on. Go sing."
"Hell no."
"Jon."
"Dixie."
"Must I remind you that you lost our little bet? You are mine and right now, I want you to sing. Now get your sexy ass up there and sing, dammit!"
"Fuck. Dixie, come on…"
"Jon, you are always singing in the car or the shower or in the kitchen. All the fucking time. Just go."
He sneered at her, but got up and went to the DJ as she had told him to. He whispered what song he wanted and the guy programmed it in. "Okay, so my girlfriend is forcing me to do this, so this is for her."
"There was a time,
When I was so broken hearted,
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine.
The tables have turned, yeah
'Cause me and them ways have parted.
That kind of love was the killin' kind.
Now listen
All I want is someone I can't resist.
I know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed.
I was cryin' when I met you.
Now I'm tryin' to forget you.
Love is sweet misery.
I was cryin' just to get you.
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you,
Do what you do, down on me.
Now there's not even breathin' room,
Between pleasure and pain.
Yeah you cry when we're makin' love,
Must be one and the same.
It's down on me.
Yeah I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind,
Girl I gotta say.
We're partners in crime.
You got that certain something.
What you give to me,
Takes my breath away.
Now the word out on the street
Is the devil's in your kiss.
If our love goes up in flames,
It's a fire I can't resist.
I was cryin' when I met you.
Now I'm tryin' to forget you.
Your love is sweet misery.
I was cryin' just to get you.
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do to me.
'Cause what you got inside
Ain't where your love should stay.
Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain't love,
If you give your heart away
I was cryin' when I met you.
Now I'm tryin' to forget you.
Your love is sweet misery.
I was cryin' just to get you.
Now I'm dyin' just to let you
Do what you do what you do down to me.
Baby, baby, baby
I was cryin' when I met you.
Now I'm tryin' to forget you.
Your love is sweet misery.
I was cryin' when I met you.
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do down to, down to, down to, down to me."
Everyone who was listening gave him a standing ovation. Even people who hadn't been listening turned around when he was belting out the classic Aerosmith song, like it was written for him. Dixie stood and clapped as well, hollering and whistling for him. He walked off of the short stage and was met with guys slapping him on the back, telling him what a great job he did. He had to admit it made him feel good that people liked his singing.
Dixie grabbed him and hugged him. "That was so fucking awesome, baby!"
He smiled, "glad you thought so."
"I told you, your voice is amazing. Thank you. I love that song too by the way."
"I thought you did. I know you like Aerosmith."
"Yes, I love classic rock. Just like you." She smiled, thinking that was just one of the many things they had in common.
After a few more drinks, Dixie was quite tipsy. Jon laughed at her, knowing his tolerance was much higher. "I want to dance, Jonathan. Let's go to a club."
"No. I don't dance."
"Bullshit. You dance all the time. Let's go!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door. She tossed him the keys and told him to drive. They went a few blocks away to Carriage Haus, the only real place to dance in town. She left her jacket in the car, only taking in her ID. Jon held on to her arm as they walked in, seeing other men eyeing her. She headed straight for the bar and he followed, getting them a beer and checking out the action.
"I haven't been here in a while."
"I can see why. Colby would never come in here."
She huffed at the sound of his name, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "No, of course he wouldn't. He was always too worried. I would have to come in here with the girls when he was on the road. Don't talk about him anymore. I want to forget all that bullshit right now."
"Of course. Sorry, babe."
"Alright, come on." She pulled him onto the dance floor and started to dance around him. He laughed and started to move and she teased him. "I know you can move better than that!" She leaned in to whisper, "Dance the way you fuck me."
He groaned but the way she was rubbing her body against him made him soon forget his embarrassment. She backed into him, grinding her ass against his groin. He grabbed her hips and started to move to the music. She dropped down in front of him and slithered up his legs as she rose. He wouldn't deny she was turning him on and his body was responding to her. They danced that way, their bodies entwined until a slow song came on. He started to walk away and she wouldn't let him. "No, don't go…"
He couldn't tell her 'no' so he curled his arm around her as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Hold me just like this, Jon."
"I won't let you go, babe."
They swayed to the music and Dixie looked up into his eyes and knew she shouldn't have. He gazed down at her, wondering why she was staring at him that way. "You are beautiful. I love you so much, Jon."
He swept her hair back and kissed her. "You are drunk, but I love you too."
"Am I that drunk?"
"Yes. I have never seen you put away the booze like you have tonight. Come on, let me take you home."
"But I don't wanna go yet…" she whined.
"Don't care."
"But the bet…"
"Fuck the bet. You are doing what I say, at least right now. Don't make me have to carry you."
She decided not to argue, knowing it wouldn't do her much good. "Okay, baby. After this song." He agreed and held her close to him. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest being there with her. It always made him uncomfortable when she told him he was beautiful, and she did it all the time. This time however, he didn't mind as much. He knew she meant it and she told him she loves him. He hoped it meant he was pushing Colby out of her heart, leaving only room for him.
After the song was over, she hooked her arm in his and let him walk her to the car. He opened her door and helped her in. When he got in and started the car, he didn't have a chance to think before she was all over him. She kissed him and groped his manhood through his jeans. "Booze always makes you so handsy. Fuck. We can't do this in the car, Dixie. Hey, leave my zipper alone. Goddammit! Wait till we get to the hotel!" She wasn't listening to his protests so he had to pull her head out of his lap. "No. Not in the car."
She pouted at him and sat back in the seat. "You're no fun."
"I don't fucking want to get stopped by the cops, but I promise I will be fun later."
She laid her head back in the seat, giving up. By the time they made it back to the hotel, getting him naked was the only thing on her mind. He helped her up to his room and was shocked when she shut the door and started stripping out of her clothes. She was walking towards him, making him back up. She had a look in her eyes that he had never seen; something dark and lustful that almost unnerved him. She jerked off his shirt and shoved him down on the bed. His eyes widened, taken aback at this side of her. She slinked over him and unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his jeans. She slid down and grabbed his pants, demanding that he lift his hips and pulled everything off of him. "Hmmm, that's better."
He moved back in the bed, stunned by her brazenness. She crawled over him and kissed him roughly. She bit his bottom lip and growled. "Tonight, you are all mine. I am in charge and I am going to take from you whatever the fuck I want. You are going to be a good boy and lay there and enjoy it."
He was speechless, and all he could do was nod. She had him completely turned on now that their roles were reversed. She hovered over his thick cock and licked her lips. She smirked at him "Finally. All mine." She ran her tongue over the head of his shaft, tasting the precome that was leaking from him. "Yummy." She had barely touched him and Jon was already becoming undone. He liked this side of her and told himself he would have to take her drinking more often.
He drew a sharp breath when she swallowed down his cock, moaning as her throat tightened around it. A deep moan escaped his lips as she took her time, working her tongue all over his cock like it was an ice cream cone. He had a death grip on the sheets, her pleasuring him almost more than he could stand. He couldn't stop his hips from moving, trying to get deeper into her mouth. She held him steady and stroked in time with her sucking. She cupped his balls, squeezing them in her hand. He begged for her to stop before she made him come. She pulled him out with a pop and climbed on top of him. "I think you are wet enough now," she told him as she kissed him.
"What?" Before he could finish his thought, she grasped his shaft and forced the head to breach her ass. She winced but drove her body down, engulfing his cock in one motion. He bucked his hips, not prepared for what she had done and the tightness of her ass now gripping his dick. She squealed, "Oh fuck!" and rested her head on his stomach.
"Dixie, goddamn, you are too fucking tight. Don't move or you are going to make me come." He had never anally fucked her dry and couldn't believe how much different it felt. He was about to lose all control he had over his body. He felt her squeezing around him and knew he wasn't going to last long tonight. She slowly started to ride him, adjusting to the thickness that was invading her. She liked the pain mixed with pleasure and always loved the feel of him deep in her ass. She started to move faster and he met her thrusts, slamming up in to her.
Jon was so immersed in his own pleasure that he couldn't even speak. He usually talked dirty to her, but his words had left him. He let her use his body as she wanted and he just enjoyed the ride. He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked before biting down, hard. The pain made Dixie scream, the orgasm he threw her into sending fire throughout her body. He came right after her, his come shooting out of him as he was balls deep inside her. The spasming around his cock was almost unbearable, like his dick was caught in a Chinese finger trap and unable to break free.
She lay down on him, breathless and exhausted. "Fuck, Jon. I wish you knew how damn good that big dick feels."
He chuckled and panted. "It must from the way you fucking scream when you take it."
She shifted and grunted when his softening cock slipped out of her body. She kissed him and moved to lie beside him. "Dix?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Please be here when I wake up."
The insecurity and desperation in his voice broke her heart. She stroked his cheek and stretched across his chest, looking into his deep blues before she softly pressed her lips to his. "I will be, Jon. I love you."
She closed her eyes and was soon asleep. Jon watched her sleep, deep in thought. "Stay with me, baby. Never leave me. I can love you like this all the time. I will give you everything, all of me, everything you want. I am yours, don't toss me away again."