Missing Dixie(68)

Dallas and I just stare at her, dumbfounded by her talent. Her words pierced the air and inked themselves onto my heart. She doesn’t need either of us; this girl is a star all on her own. I don’t know why she’s allowed herself to remain hidden behind the band, behind Oz, but she’s incredible.

And she’s mine.

And I’m hers.

My pulse throbs as if the music is still playing and I am in motion.

“You should step outside, Dallas,” I tell him urgently. “Like now.”

I walk around my kit and make a beeline for her.

“Seriously, Garrison? What the—”

I don’t hear the rest of his complaint because Dixie is in my arms and her mouth is on mine and Dallas can deal.

Dixie responds eagerly, her mouth moving rhythmically against mine before opening and allowing me inside.

We kiss until we have to come up for air. My hands wander over every inch of her skin before tangling in her hair.

“That song,” I say between mouthfuls of her. “It was about me?”

“It was about us, Gavin. Everything is about us. I don’t know how to make you see—”

“I do, baby,” I say before trailing kisses down her neck. “I do see.”

After forcing ourselves to get through rehearsal, Dixie and I end up falling into her bed.

“Tell me what you want, Bluebird,” I say while looking down into her beautiful blue eyes. They are so warm and trusting as they stare unflinchingly up at me.

“You,” she answers softly. “All I’ve ever wanted or needed is you, Gavin. Just you.”

“You have me,” I tell her as I lower myself down into her. Clutching her to me, I drag us both up to the head of the bed. Tongues and flesh collide as our clothes become distant memories and the promise of what is to come burns bright between us.

I lace my fingers in hers and use our hands to brace myself above her. “Oh God, Gavin,” she cries out as I sink in completely.

I run the tip of my tongue up her throat. “Right here, baby. Always. I’m right here.” I kiss her delicate earlobe gently and then slide several more kisses across her jawline.

“You’re so deep. So amazingly deep.” Her confession breaks me and I damn near lose control.

This is too important to f*ck up so I hold on longer, making this last even though I have ached for it for so f*cking long. My body screams at me to ram my cock inside and pound into her as hard as possible. But I don’t want to just use her like that. This isn’t like any of the sex I’d had before. Even with her. It wasn’t about getting in and getting off. I love this girl. With all my heart. I’m not just f*cking here, I’m staking a f*cking claim.

I’d wanted this for so long. The number of hours we’ve spent apart have been a torturous waste and I was going to make up for that by making her come as much as humanly possible.

Dropping my head below hers, I allow my tongue to travel south. Sucking her sweet flesh into my mouth makes my entire body hot. Almost too damn hot.

“Please,” she whimpers, slamming her knees together and clenching her thighs. I watch her squirm for a long minute before returning my gaze to hers.

“Please what, baby?”

“Um . . .” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and squirms some more.

I chuckle, resuming the slow, arduous path of circles with my tongue. When I reach one of her tightened nipples, she cries out.

Writhing beneath me, she thrusts her body upward and grabs my arms around each bicep. Her beautiful eyes flare brightly. “Gavin f*cking Garrison, I am going to implode if we keep this up. I need you. I need all of you. I’m ready now.”

After sucking each of her soft pink peaks into my mouth, I glance up at her with the most innocent expression I can manage under the circumstances.

Her hand grazes my face and traces a burning path down my chest and abs. I brace myself for her to grab my dick when she takes my hand instead.

“Ready for us,” she whispers, lowering my hand with hers. “For all of us. For everything that entails and then some.” The moment my fingertips touch the scorching-hot wetness between her legs, I lose my grip on logic. On reality. On myself.

Stroking her undoes me. It’s everything I can do not to come apart right then.

The tight pulsing of her walls clenching rhythmically around my finger was the push I needed to back it down for a second. I can focus on her, give her this.

Sitting up on my haunches, I watch as her entire body detonates around my hand. Plunging in and out, I hold back as long as I can while she rocks her hips and moans in time. Even sex with my Bluebird is going to be like making music with her. Frantic and then slow. Amazing. Freeing. Real.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks into the darkness after I’ve made her come and she’s caught her breath. She stills completely, clamping down around the two fingers that remain inside of her.

“Because you’re beautiful. Because I’ve wanted you, wanted this, for so long. I want to enjoy it. Memorize it. Memorize you.”

“Well,” she says on a breath, “how about you come here and do that then.”

Slowly retracting my fingers from inside her, I give her a wicked grin before sucking them into my mouth. Her expression alone could light the entire house on fire.

She pulls me to her, and I let her. Her little tongue lashes against mine, and I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth.