Betting on Beaumont: A Brooklyn Novel #3 (The Brooklyn Series) (15 page)

As we fall onto the couch together, me curling up into his side and propping my chin onto his chest he answers, “I met with my parents’ tonight. After talking to them about you I realized I was making the biggest mistake of my life. My sister is the one who suggested I bring wine, flowers and chocolates. She warned me I may need to do a lot of groveling before you forgave me.”

“She’s my kind of chick. I appreciate the wine very much, you did good, Dixon. I was a little pissed when you didn’t put up a fight after I slammed the door in your face. But I figured you were being smart and letting my temper simmer.”

Dixon lets out a sexy chuckle as he brings his hand to my cheek. His knuckles graze me cheek as he takes in my face. You are pretty damn scary when you’re pissed off. I figured I’d let you get a few glasses of wine in ya before I tried again to talk to you.”

“Well, luckily for you, Savannah texted me and explained the situation with your parents’. I’m sorry you’re getting shit from them over us getting married. My mother called me crying earlier freaking out. We definitely know how to shock the hell out of our families.”

Rolling onto his side, Dixon pulls me tighter against his chest and presses a kiss to the top of my head, “We have to meet with my father’s attorney tomorrow so we can find a way to make everyone happy. I hope you’re okay with that. I want you to know you’ve changed my life, Brooklyn. When I told you I love you I meant it. I don’t plan on ever stopping. These documents mean nothing to me. They’re all for my parents’, nothing more.”

A knot twists in my stomach as I think about having to meet with lawyers and sign contracts on what will happen if we ever divorced. Things with us have been so rocky, I hate to even allow myself to dwell on the what if’s in case this marriage crumbles around our feet. But with our track record I can understand why his family would be terrified that it’s only a matter of time before our marriage implodes. I have to just hope that Dixon is capable of settling down and that we’ll be in this together for the long haul.

“I’m okay with signing whatever they want—as long as it’s fair and reasonable for both of us. Because I want you to know, if you stick your dick anywhere near any other vagina’s but mine, I will deserve one hell of a fucking pay out when I toss your ass onto the street.” Tilting my head back, I glare at Dixon with every work I speak letting him know I’m as serious as a fucking heart attack right now.

He’s mine and I am his. I put up with his man whoring ways when we weren’t anything more than a booty call for one another. But now that we’re married, I expect him to be faithful to me. I just want to have him love me the way Kayden loves Savannah.

Especially since my career means we’ll be apart a lot. I can’t be traveling to film movies and my soap opera and worrying about what Dixon is doing and who he’s doing it with.

His hand cups my cheek, as he holds my face in his large, powerful hand and stares straight into my soul. My heart is racing in my chest as I feel the air crackling between us, “If I cheat on you, you’ll get everything. I’ll make sure it’s written in bold letters. Because if I’m stupid enough to throw you away I don’t deserve to have anything. I’ve fucked up more times than I can count since we started whatever the hell it is we were before. I learned the hard way just how stupid I was as I watched you turn to Jax and away from me. I won’t make that mistake twice. You’re my fucking world, Brooklyn. I plan on spending the rest of my life buried inside only one pussy and that is yours.”

A shiver of desire trickles down my spine and causes my skin to flush as his hands slide down to cup my ass. As much as I want to spend the night basking in orgasms given to me by the sexiest man on the planet, I have lines to study before I have to fly back to Los Angeles. I put my hand over his steadying it before it can go any further.

“As much as I’d love for you to strip my clothes off and show me just how sorry you are; I really need to study these lines. I got nothing accomplished in Vegas, and I have to film this scene in two days.”

Dixon lets out a frustrated groan as he presses his evident erection into my stomach. “You’re killin’ me woman.”

Laughing, I slide out of his embrace and off of the couch. I pad across the floor into the kitchen retrieving my wine glass from the table and grabbing my script. As soon as I get back to the couch I plop down next to him as he shifts on the couch, and turns the television on. “Is that tacos I smell?” He asks as he sets his feet firmly on the floor and leans forward resting his elbows on his knees as he sniffs the air.

Rolling my eyes, I take a sip of my wine and sit back against the couch as I prop my feet up onto the coffee table. “Yes it is. I made chicken tacos, and if you’re hungry there’s some left on the stove.”

His lips curl up into a large grin as leans in kissing the wine from me lips. I moan softly against his lips as he slides his hand up to my ponytail fisting it. His tongue dips into my mouth licking the wine off of my tongue as it swirls around it. I squeeze my thighs together as I fist his t-shirt and try to ease the throbbing between my legs.

Just as I find myself forgetting all about my script and getting lost in his kiss, he stops.

Breaking his lips from mine, he climbs to his feet, “Alright, you study your lines, I’m going to scarf down a few tacos while I watch last week’s Grimm we missed on demand. Then once you’re done studying, I’m carrying your ass to your bed so that I can fuck this entire shitty ass day straight out of your memory.”

Laughing, I smile over my glass of wine up at him, “Sounds like a damn good plan, Beaumont.”

-Brooklyn

I watch as the Beaumont building comes into view and instantly my stomach twists up nervously. Dixon and I are meeting with his father’s attorney to go over a post nuptial agreement. I woke this morning at almost five thirty in the morning to Dixon nuzzling my neck and kissing me goodbye before heading off to the construction site. He told me that he’d be at the building site for most of the morning, but then he’d meet me at Beaumont Energy at one p.m. to get this over with.

Pulling up to the front of the building, I grab my purse and quickly jump so valet can park my car in the parking garage. The sound of beeping horns, sirens fill the air as I march toward the large glass doors with Beaumont Energy Inc. written on the frosted glass. It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that this is mine now too. I’m Mrs. Dixon Beaumont.

My diamond wedding band catches the sun light as I raise my hand to wave to the doorman as he holds the door open for me, ushering me inside. As soon as I step into the lobby I’m hit with the fresh cold air of the air conditioning and the scent of waxed marble floors. My heels click across the tiled flood as I walk up to the front desk. I can’t help but take in the massive crystal art deco style chandelier filling the center of the lobby and the unique art work covering the walls as I wait in line to speak to the lady behind the security desk.

The building is full of people coming and going all dressed in business suites and high priced dresses and jewelry. It not only houses Beaumont but also a handful of other offices from private practices to other corporations. It’s a massive building that stands twenty stories high and is a sleek, glass building that sparkles in the hot Houston sun as you drive along the interstate and watch as the Houston skyline comes into view.

I’ve never been up to Dixon’s office before so I’m really nervous about seeing it for the first time. I know Kayden’s here but I have no idea if I’ll be running into him or not. I’m still not used to the idea of introducing myself as Dixon’s wife. But seeing as the media outlets had a field day with the news, I’d say it’s safe to guess that everyone will know who I am the second I step off of the elevator.

Finally, I make it to the front of the line and step in front of a woman looking to be in her early forties maybe. She’s wearing a dress shirt, and navy blue vest with the name tag Barbara on it.

“Hi, Barbara. I’m Brooklyn…Beaumont, I’m here to meet with my husband Dixon Beaumont. Could you by chance let me know which floor to go to?” I ask nervously, but immediately I’m greeted me with a wide, friendly smile and feel myself relaxing.

Waving her hand toward the wall of elevators, she tells me, “Mr. Beaumont’s office is on the twentieth floor. I’ll ring his secretary letting her know you’re on your way up.”

“Thanks. Have a nice day.”

“You, too, darlin’. Oh and by the way congrats on getting’ hitched!”

I feel my cheeks flush as I smile shyly back at her and quickly beeline over to the elevators.

If they all only knew the shit I’ve had to put up with since becoming Mrs. Dixon Beaumont. I’m still dreading the fact that Dixon asked me to attend dinner tonight with his family before I fly back to Los Angeles tomorrow. Seeing that his parents’ don’t approve of us eloping in Vegas, I’m almost positive that tonight’s dinner won’t be a very celebratory one. At least his sister is supportive of us getting married. That’s one ally on our side.

With every floor I pass on the way up to the twentieth floor, the more nervous I become. My phone buzzes as we pass the eighteenth floor. Pulling it out of my purse I smile as I see Dixon’s name appear on my phone.  

My secretary just said that u r on ur way up. My attorney’s already waiting in my office. Once we finish signing these papers, I plan on bending u over my desk and making it official.

I drag my teeth over my bottom lip as I try to bite back the smile threatening to spread across my face. The thought of being fucked by Dixon on top of his desk that he sits behind as he makes million dollar deals. Savannah’s told me enough stories of her and Kayden and their quickie lunch dates up in his office to know how thrilling it is.

The elevator comes to a stop as I hit send on my text back to him.

I’m wet just thinking about it ;)

Dropping my phone back into my purse, I step off of the elevator and into Beaumont Energy. I hurry over to the older woman sitting behind a sleek glass simply decorated with a vase filled with fresh flowers and a small picture frame with a photo that black and white.

“That’s Mr. Beaumont.” The woman says softly as she eyes me checking out the photograph. He’s standing in a field next to a large oil rig wearing a large cowboy hat and a business suit. Dixon and Kayden both seem to get their height and charismatic smiles from their grandfather.

Picking up the photograph I give it a closer look before setting it back down beside the vase. “He’s very handsome. I now know where Dixon gets his good looks from.” I joke. “Can you point in the direction of Dixon’s office?” I ask as I glance around the large room filled a small sofa and waiting room chairs along with a big screen television that is playing the business channel on low.

There’s long hallways to the left and to the right with glass doors leading to what I’m guessing are Kayden’s and Dixon’s offices. From what Savannah told me their offices fill up the entire top floor. Then they have other offices for each department on the next few floors down.

She points to the left hallway as she leans forward slightly to peer down the hall, “Dixon’s office is down that hallway. He already has been notified of your arrival and is expecting you.”

“Alright, well thank you for your help.” I adjust my purse on my shoulder and begin walking across the polished hardwood floors toward Dixon’s office. The sound of my heels ring loudly in my ears with every step I take. My hands are sweating and my heart is racing as I knock on the door and slowly push it open.

As soon as I push my way through the large heavy glass door and into his office my eyes land on Dixon who’s leaning casually against the front of his desk. He’s talking with an older gentleman in a suit who’s sitting cross legged in a seat in front of Dixon.

“Ahh, speak of the devil, here’s my wife now. Brooklyn, this is Mr. Teeder, our attorney. We’ve been going over the contract and I’m quite pleased with it. I think you will be too. Come sit, the faster we get this over with the better.” A dangerous smile plays on his lips as he pulls me in for a hug and presses a kiss to my cheek.

Fixing my skirt, I sit down beside our attorney and get to work reading over the stack of papers that show Dixon’s signature already on each designated line, and small post it notes next to where my signature is needed.

I’m blown away as I read each page. I know that Dixon’s father has to be none too pleased by these terms Dixon’s come up with. It states if I stray from our marriage and we divorce, I don’t get a dime, but if Dixon strays from the marriage I get half of his 4.8-billion-dollar net worth!

That’s crazy!

If we should divorce because of the simple fact that our marriage failed, we agree to part ways mutually, with us going our separate ways with us splitting any property and personal belongings we purchase together as husband and wife equally. If we have children, I agree to allow a court of law to determine the proper amount of child support I should receive for each child.

“It all looks fine to me. Give me a pen and I’ll get it all signed.” I tell Mr. Teeder as I set the contract down onto my lap and hold my hand out for a pen.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have your attorney look over the terms before you sign these?”

Shaking my head, no, I grab the pen from his hand and get to work signing each line. “I’m positive. I’ve read everything over. I couldn’t agree more with the entire thing.”

Signing the last page, I hand the stack of papers over to the lawyer and climb to my feet, leaning against the desk beside Dixon. His arm comes to rest around my waist, hugging me against his side as we say goodbye to Mr. Teeder.

“I can’t tell you enough how much I appreciate you whipping up this contract so quickly, with such short notice.”

Shoving the contract into his briefcase, Mr. Teeder button’s his coat and gives us a polite nod, “The pleasure was all mine. Congratulations on your marriage. I wish you both many years of happiness.”

Dixon leaves my side momentarily to walk Mr. Teeder out, I feel my body relaxing as I watch his lawyer exit the office.

“Man, am I glad that is over with.” I mumble with relief as I watch Dixon shut the door and press a few buttons on the keypad on the wall locking it.

Stalking toward me with long, precise strides, Dixon shrugs off his jacket, tossing it into the chair where Mr. Teeder was just sitting. His hands move to his black leather belt undoing it followed by the button and zipper of his slacks.

“Me, too. Now that we have that out of the way, it’s time for me to show my wife just how much I love her.” His words make my body tingle with excitement as he stops in front of me and his hands begin exploring my body. They get to work unbuttoning my blouse as his mouth finds my neck and begins fluttering it with kisses.

“All I could think about the entire time we were sitting here was you bending me over this desk.” I wiggle out of my shirt as Dixon slips it over my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. His mouth moves from my neck down to my lace covered breasts kissing my nipples through the thin lacey fabric.

“You have no idea how hard you made me with that text a few minutes ago. I had to do everything in my power to get it to go somewhat down so that I didn’t scare the shit out of Mr. Teeder. I’ve been thinking about your sweet cunt since the minute I slipped out of our bed this morning.”

His hands find my zipper on the back of my skirt and with one quick movement he has it unzipped and pooling around my feet. His fingers slowly slide along the straps of my garter causing goose bumps to appear over every inch of my body.

Lifting his face from my chest, Dixon burns his gaze into mine, “Turn around, baby.” He demands as he grips my ass in his hands and spins me in front of him before pressing his hand to my back pushing me onto the desk.

I let out a loud,
“Oomph,”
as my elbows land on the desk and I send picture frames tumbling over.

“God, I love your ass.” His words come out thick and full of need as I feel his palm suddenly connect with my right ass cheek. I hear the jingle of his belt as his pants are slid down his legs. I peer over my shoulder up at him as I watch the hunger burn in his eyes intensely.

“Harder.” I beg as he lines his cock up with my entrance. My pussy clenches with excitement as his hand spanks my ass again. I can feel the warmth and tingling on my skin as his fingers begin kneading my cheeks in his large, powerful hands.

“Fuck, Brooklyn. You drive me absolutely crazy. Spread your legs, baby. Nice and wide.”

Doing as I’m told I spread my legs trying to stay steady on my stiletto covered feet as his hands grip my hips and he slams forcefully into me.

“Oooh…God! Harder, Dixon!” I moan out as he begins thrusting into me hard and fast. My thighs are slamming against the mahogany desk with every drive he sends into me. Stretching my arms out in front of my I grip the edge of the desk as I try to find something to anchor me before I completely turn to jell-o and melt into a puddle on the floor.

Another loud crack fills the room as Dixon’s hand slaps my left cheek and I let out another loud moan of please as my pussy squeezes around his cock and I feel myself dripping wet around him.

Dixon’s loud groans fill the room mixing with my moans as we chase our orgasms. I feel his right hand slide between my legs and slip under the elastic of my panties. His rough, callused fingers find my clit and instantly my eyes roll into the back of my head as I bite back a loud moan.

He begins rubbing my clit in hard precise circles making my head spin as he thrusts his cock as deep as he can get it practically making my feet come up off of the ground with every thrust he slams inside of me.

Within seconds I’m screaming out in ecstasy as my body tingles from head to toe and my orgasm pulsates through my body in waves. I feel Dixon still behind me and his dick begin throbbing inside of me as he fills me with his cum. His moans are the sexiest sounds as he comes. The sound of him coming alone is enough to make me have a fucking orgasm. Nothing is sexier the sound of a guy as you take everything his cock has to give you. It’s empowering.

“I don’t know about you, darlin’, but that was exactly what I needed.” Dixon whispers against my back as he presses kisses to it. He slowly pulls out and grabs a handful of tissues out of the box on his desk wiping the cum as it slides out of me.

Slowly sitting up on shaky legs, I turn in front of him adjusting my panties and sit on the edge of the desk. I tilt my head up at him as a goofy grin dances across my lips. “It sure did brighten up my afternoon. I’m going to miss the hell out of you when I fly back to L.A. tomorrow.”

I hate that I have to leave him, but at least it’s only for a few days. I’ll be flying back out to here Friday evening after we wrap up filming for the week. I’m grateful I’m only a part timer or I would’ve had to be on set bright and early this morning for Monday filming.