She latched on to his shoulders. “This is a big decision, Dixon.”
He couldn’t stop his body from moving, sliding his cock out of her partway and then slamming in again.
She gasped.
“Is that a yes, baby girl?” he coaxed from her by churning his hips.
She locked her legs behind his ass and rocked into him. Passion flowed up and over. “Y-yes!”
He kissed her deeply as he plunged into her tight heat and lost his mind.
The clench of her walls around his length told him how close she was to a second orgasm. He cupped her ass and angled her upward. The fit was just right. She came around him, and he let go of his tenuous hold on control. Cum spurted into her pussy, mingling with her own, and their kiss spiraled on for long minutes after they collapsed to the mattress.
He caressed a lock of hair off her cheek. “So we’re a thing now.”
“We were before, you dummy.” Despite her teasing name-calling, she smiled that beautiful, glowing smile she always did after he pleasured her.
They shared a grin. He rolled off the mattress and walked into the bathroom to clean up before heading down to the shop to start his day. When he returned, Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in the sheet and munching on a cookie.
“That’s not a great breakfast,” he commented, reaching for his boxers.
She opened her mouth to speak, and then they both stopped, hearing a knock on the door downstairs.
“Stay here. I’ll get it.” He yanked on his jeans and grabbed a shirt. He ran the flight to see Tank standing there.
“All good, man?” he asked.
“Yeah. I came by with Catarina’s car. Thought I’d change her oil for her. Do you mind if I use the shop?”
“No, bring it inside. I’ll get the door.” He fished out his keys to unlock the garage. Standing aside, he hit the button to open one of the doors and watched as Tank drove inside. He helped his buddy get the car up on blocks in order to slide underneath.
“Nice of you to change her oil.” Dixon didn’t know much about Catarina, other than she had a boyfriend. “What’s actually going on between you two, anyway?”
Tank rolled out from underneath the car to look at him. “Nothin’. She’s only a friend.”
“Gotcha.”
“Don’t start assuming shit, Dix. I don’t want to stir up trouble for her. I’m just helping her out by changing her oil. Okay?”
“I get it. Helpin’ a friend,” he echoed.
He made himself useful by passing Tank a tool he needed. When he heard footsteps on the steps, he looked up. A second later Fiona appeared. Wearing jeans and a simple tank top, with her blonde hair loose, she hit all his buttons.
He walked over to meet her. “Headed to the Painted Pig already?”
She nodded. “I thought I’d make a batch of soap. You know, for the club’s big auction coming up.”
“Great idea.”
Tank, overhearing their conversation, slid out from under the car. “I forgot to tell you that we got a flat-screen donated for the auction too.”
“Oh cool. We’ll have Rio add that to the list.”
The money they raised would go to a youth track and field program that centered on both underprivileged and handicapped kids, and the town really rallied around the Dark Falcons.
Fiona threw a look toward Tank and arched a brow.
Dixon leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Catarina’s car.”
She waggled her brows. Then she went on tiptoe to plant a kiss to Dixon’s lips. “I’ll see you later, babe. Bye, Tank. Maybe you can help us out this weekend.”
“Sure, what’s happening?” He rolled farther out on the creeper.
Fiona winked at Dixon over her shoulder. “I’m moving my stuff over here.”
Tank’s grin couldn’t get wider. “You can count on me.”
“Thanks, Tank. I’ll get a keg. Bring whoever you want.”
Dixon hid his smile. His woman was matchmaking now?
He walked her out to her car. After he shut the door, he leaned in through the open window to kiss her sweet lips. “Can’t wait to see you tonight. Be safe.”
Her eyes shimmered with love. “I will. My boyfriend made sure I am. Love you, Dixon.”
With that, she reversed out. He raised a hand to her, feeling the effects of her love beaming over him along with the Tennessee sun. Damn, it was good to be alive.
THE END