The Purest Hook (Second Circle Tattoos #3)(83)
Dred put his wine down and pulled her across his lap to kiss her gently.
“Jordan was rescued by social services. I guess that’s the only way to say it. It’s his story to tell. But suffice to say that what he escaped from was the worst of all our stories. When he was finally able to join a group home, he . . . I don’t know what the word is . . . but I guess he found a safety he’d never known.” Dred remembered the way he needed to walk through the house in the middle of the night, and check everyone was home. “When it came time for us all to start leaving, Jordan started to panic. And even though he’d been over to the apartment we were renting, the idea of moving freaked him out too. So he did something out of desperation to let us know.”
Pixie gasped, and Dred squeezed her tightly. “That day, we promised ourselves if it took living together for the rest of our lives to make him feel safe, we would.”
“I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you or the others,” Pixie said.
“You can.” His eyes were full of concern. “You lived through shit too.”
“Yeah, but before Arnie, me and mom did okay. It wasn’t all bad. What you went through, it was your whole life. At least there was a period in mine when I felt loved.”
“I never knew what that felt like until I met you.”
“Oh Dred, I do love you. I love you so very much.” Desperate to show him just how much, she pressed her lips against his and began to open the buttons on his shirt.
Once they were all open, Pixie pulled her T-shirt over her head and leaned forward to kiss a trail along his jaw, down his neck, and across his chest so she could lick and suck his nipple.
Dred groaned and reached around to her back. She felt her bra snap open and sat up to remove it. Moving quickly, she knelt between his legs. His belt opened easily while his zipper was strained by his erection. Pixie ran her teeth along his length through the denim.
“Just like that,” Dred gasped, grabbing her hair.
She wiggled his jeans down and freed his cock. It was the first time she’d ever given anybody a blowjob. Looking up at him, she licked the rim of his head and smiled when his eyes rolled back in his head. She sucked the tip into her mouth, using saliva to make it nice and wet. Gripping his shaft, she slid her hand up and down, matching the strokes of her mouth.
“Fuck, Pix. Yeah. Oh, f*ck. Like that.” His hips jerked beneath her, and she used her other hand to cup and squeeze his balls.
Her tongue licked up the long vein on the underside and she felt him twitch in her hand.
“Stop,” he cried, pulling her up. He pulled her jeans open and tugged them down to midthigh, planting a hard kiss over her clit. He lifted her onto the sofa and positioned her so her elbows were on the arm and her butt was in the air. She heard the rip of a wrapper, and without missing a beat, he thrust into her.
“Oh shit, Pix.”
He leaned over her and pounded into her. She tensed her arms, pushing back against him, lost in the sensations his frantic actions created. Dred was hitting her in all the right places, and when he added his finger to her clit and pressed down hard, she began to feel lightheaded.
“Oh God, Dred, please. Come with me.”
“I’m f*cking gonna. Wait for me.”
Somehow he managed to speed up, to alter the angle in a way that drove her crazy. Was it possible for sex to feel so good you thought you might die from it?
The contractions started deep in her core. There was no way she could wait. “Dred, I . . . Oh, yes.”
As her orgasm consumed her, Dred yelled out his release, pressing hard up against her ass.
Both of them gasped for air. It had been fast and hot, and they were both pretty much still dressed. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“You okay, Pix?” he muttered against her neck.
“That was . . .” What? She couldn’t think of how to describe the way she felt right now.
“Yeah,” Dred said. “I’m going to love living with you too, Snowflake.”
Chapter Sixteen
A little over a week later, Dred pulled up to the television studio, a giant smile plastered on his face. Yeah, he looked like an idiot, but quite frankly he didn’t give a shit. Not when he was running late because his girlfriend had surprised him in the huge tiled walk-in shower by letting him take her pressed face-first against the wall.
They’d been living together for nine days. Nine perfectly f*cking blissful days, where he wrote some of the most meaningful lyrics of his life and played hair-raising music with his very best friends. Then went home to his sexy-as-hell girlfriend and cute-as-a-button baby girl at night. He and Pixie had fallen into a smooth routine. All plans to hiring an agency nanny had gone out of the window. Pixie looked after Petal on her days off. When Pixie was working, Cujo’s sister-in-law, Elisa, looked after Petal for him. She was already home with young twins, Amaya and Zephyr, and had offered to add one more. Dred had wanted to pay, but Elisa wouldn’t hear of it, and that was the reason her girls were now hurtling around her backyard every afternoon in a bright pink custom-edition kiddie Escalade.
The darkness that had lingered around him all these years was lifted. And so what if he was exhausted from sleepless nights with Petal, sexual exploration with Pixie, and the madness of songs bombarding his brain at all hours, he’d never been happier.