Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) by Cat Mason, Katheryn Kiden Page B

morning.
    "Please fuck me, Dixon." I say again, this time with more force behind my words. His hand disappears from my ass and I feel the air rush against my skin when he shifts my skirt out of the way. He leans into me and his knuckles drag down my ass as he lowers the zipper on his jeans.
    "That's it, Kennedy. I had to know you really wanted it to be me inside of you." Dixon's breath skims my cheek as he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance, and I clench in anticipation. "It really is such a shame that this perfect ass is still virgin territory, because I'd kill for a game of one, two, three with you."
    "One, two, three?" I ask, forcing my question out instead of bucking back on his cock.
    Gripping my chin, he pulls my face toward him and kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth quickly. "Yeah. Three holes, three ways to play." With a quick thrust of his hips he's in me, stealing my breath and ability to think. "I could fuck your mouth, which I'm dyin’ to do by the way. Then switch to your pussy until you scream, and then I'd fuck your ass until you can't think straight." Standing up straight, Dixon wraps my hair around his hand, pulling me back until my back is arched enough that I can see him and begins thrusting into me, slamming his hips against my ass. "The second way," he says without missing a beat or losing eye contact, "keeps your perfect lips wrapped around my cock while I eat your pussy and finger your ass. The third way involves my cock in your mouth again, but it involves a vibrator in your pussy while I tongue fuck your ass until you pass out from pleasure. Hell... maybe I'd fuck your ass with a toy at the same time too."
    His words are my undoing and I cry out his name, completely forgetting there are people around that could hear me. The intensity of my orgasm catches me off guard and my knees buckle.
    "Yeah," he laughs as his hips speed up even more. "I think you'd like havin’ both your pussy and ass fucked at the same time. I figured that would be the one to get you."
    He thrusts into me one final time before stilling. I feel him swell and throb inside me as he comes. That's when I realize just how screwed I am, because if anything, this time was even better than the last, and this solved nothing. All it did was cement the need to have him inside me again.
    "Shit," he mutters as we try to catch our breath.
    The crowd above us starts to scream again, letting us know the teams are back on the field. Pulling out of me, Dixon leaves me feeling empty and confused as we situate our clothes. He kisses me roughly before shuffling me off to the restrooms to get cleaned up so we can get back to our seats before anyone notices we're missing.
    By the time the game is over I am hoarse from screaming, Gunnar is soaked from the cooler being dumped over his head, and we are one winning game into the season. Thoughts of what Dixon and I did beneath the bleachers run through my mind on replay. I attempt to push them from my mind, wanting to just sort through them another day, but they don’t completely fade. Especially not with Dixon watching me and the look in his eyes says he isn’t forgetting about it anytime soon either. It’s only made things more confusing for me and he doesn’t look much better.
    The minute we spot Gunnar coming out of the locker room, he smiles and holds out his arms for me. Forcing a smile, I remind myself why I’m here. Gunnar, this is Gunnar’s night. I won’t ruin it by letting him think there is anything going on. I don’t want him to notice that my mind is racing with a million different thoughts that would all hurt him if he could read it.
    Pulling my hand free from Dixon’s, I run and wrap myself around him. “Great game, Coach.”
    Dropping his bag to his feet, Gunnar wraps his arms around me. “Thanks, it was a helluva third quarter. Had me sweatin’ bullets until I put Chapman in the game.”
    Dixon throws up a hand and waves before disappearing into the crowd