I leaned into her, curving myself over the tantalizing bow of her back, and pulled her hips back towards mine. She was already wet and ready from my earlier ministrations, so I slid in easily. We both gasped loud and long as I bottomed out, touching places inside of her that made my head spin and had my heart beating erratically. I kept her head pulled back as she rocked into me. I let my lips trail over the side of her neck as I braced myself on the mattress with a locked arm.

I surged into her. Powered myself in and out of her soaking channel as my vision blurred and my lungs burned for air. She bucked back into me, moving against me as violently as I was moving into her. Our bodies slapped together filling the room with the sounds of sex and satisfaction. Thank God I actually knew what to do with her once I finally managed to get a girl naked and under me in this room. I was glad I didn’t have any other experience here to compare to this one. Anything before Dixie would be pale and unremarkable in comparison.

She was already primed and close from the way I’d handled her body earlier. She was moaning low and loud. I took a minute to hope that my dad and brother had already left but if they hadn’t I didn’t care. The noises she made urged me on, begged me to go at her harder, so there was no way I was going to remind her that we possibly weren’t alone.

The arch of her neck was so delectable. I wanted my teeth on it. I wanted my hands wrapped around it. I wanted to lick it and suck on it as her blood pumped furiously through her veins. I could see her pulse throbbing under the alabaster color of her skin and it had my balls tightening and pleasure kicking hard at the base of my spine. I was close and she still hadn’t come first. I needed to get her there and get her there fast.

I let go of my hold on her hair and put a hand between her shoulder blades so that she had to lower her top half to the mattress. She rested her cheek on the wrinkled comforter as I clutched both her hips in my hands and really started to pound into her. I didn’t stop to think that she was still tender from the night before, my only intent was to drive her to the brink so that she was as out of control as I was.

She screamed my name and I saw her hands convulse where they were wrapped in the fabric of the bedding. Her pussy locked down on my cock and engulfed it in waves of liquid pleasure. She scalded me with satisfaction and blinded me with bliss. This was perfection. This was more than I deserved. She was everything and I had no doubt I was bound to ruin her.

That thought was sobering enough that I managed to get it together enough to pull out of her engulfing heat before my own completion hit. I wrapped my cock in my fist, gave it an obligatory stroke that almost wasn’t needed, and watched with a primal sense of accomplishment as I marked her in the rawest and most basic way a man could. She was covered in sweat and sex. She had the sticky remnants of my orgasm glistening on the curve of her still-lifted backside as she collapsed on the bed underneath me. It was an image that was going to be burned into my brain for an eternity. It was the picture I was going to pull up every time I was alone and missing her. I was going to remember that for this second, this moment she was undeniably mine. The proof of it was clinging to her gorgeously speckled skin.

It was my turn to lean over the side of the bed and rummage on the floor for something I could use to clean us both up with. I retrieved my shirt from the night before and scowled when it was my phone that rang and interrupted the quiet moment after the hurricane-like sex that had just consumed us. I swiped the cotton across Dixie’s skin, feeling a little like a teenager scrambling to hide the evidence of what had just taken place.

I felt my eyebrows lift when I noticed it was Dalen’s number on my phone. I sent him a few text messages on holidays and his birthdays when I was deployed after Jules told me he got the boy his own phone. I typically didn’t get a response back, so I couldn’t imagine why he was calling me now that I was under the same roof in the same city as him.

“Did you pocket dial me, kid?” Dixie shifted in the bed next to me and turned her head so that she was looking up at me, chocolate-colored eyes alight with curiosity.

“I need you to come and pick me up.” He sounded funny, not that I knew how he normally sounded but his voice was shaky and missing some of the resentment it’d had last night.

“I gotta go get Elma Mae from the hospital and bring her home. Aren’t you at school?” I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and reached for the pants I’d carelessly dropped last night.

“Forget about it. I should have called Dad. I don’t know why I thought you would show up when I needed you. You never have before.” Sucker punch. I sucked in a breath through my teeth and rubbed a hand over my face as the kid hit me with a shot that took more out of me than any of the bullets and shrapnel that had ripped through my skin.

“I’ll come get you, Dalen, but you need to tell me what’s going on so I can tell Jules. I’m not going to get between you and your dad my first day home.”

“He’s your dad, too, asshole.” My little brother wasn’t pulling any punches. “I’m at the Stop N’ Save on route 12. I skipped my first class with a couple of other guys on the team. There was an assembly on something stupid, so we slipped out and decided to grab something to eat at the gas station.” He swore and I heard his voice shake when he went on. “I was waiting for my buddy Drake to come out of the store. He’s old enough to drive, so I was chilling by his truck when these guys in another truck pulled in and blocked us in.” He cleared his throat and I felt my blood start to boil and fury flare to life blazing and explosive inside my veins. “They started saying some really ugly stuff, Dash, really ugly. I thought they were giving us a hard time because we were kids. I figured they maybe supported a rival school and were pissed we had Lowry colors on.” He sounded like he was crying and I wanted to level the entire fucking town in order to make him stop.