Betting on Beaumont: A Brooklyn Novel #3 (The Brooklyn Series) (9 page)

After stuffing my face along with the guys with towers of pancakes and home fries the last thing I want to do is drive a race car around a track at two-hundred miles per hour. But the pancakes loaded with way too much syrup sure did help with our hangovers. Mine hangover is more of a Brooklyn hangover. I drank myself drunk on that delicious pussy of hers and her honeysweet lips. While my buddies here, drank themselves into oblivion with Jack Daniels and God knows what else.

The Escalade pulls up to the Las Vegas speedway where Chase is meeting us so we can all take a whirl in his race car. Kayden and Jax climb out first—which like I thought things with Jax are slightly uncomfortable today. Especially since Braxton discovered her in my room this morning. The second I stepped out of my room, Braxton was grilling me about her and I and where that left things with her and Jax.

It’s a completely fucked up situation.

But we’re here to have some fun and that’s what we’re going to do. Braxton and I climb out of the SUV last. The Nevada sun is hot and dry as usual with the sun blasting down on us. We all quickly get to work sliding our sun glasses on to shield our eyes from the blinding desert sun.

“Y’all ready to burn some rubber?” Kayden asks clapping myself and Jax on the backs as we walk toward the entrance to the speedway.

Being the smart ass that I am I have to make a joke. I mean come on! Knox is asking for it with that question? “I plan on burnin’ rubber while we’re here in more ways than one.” I crack up laughing as everyone laughs along with me.

Removing his Longhorns ball cap from his head, Kayden runs his fingers through his still damp hair and rolls his eyes at me, “You’re such a dumbass.” Before slipping his hat back on.

We walk under the arch way leading under the bleachers and make our way over to the area leading out to the pit boxes in the middle of the track.

“Hey, glad you guys were able to stop by!” Chase says greeting us all with man hugs. He’s wearing his fire suit and has his number 10 Corona car parked in his pit box. Just another reason why he’s my favorite driver, he’s sponsored by the best beer in the world.

“Well you know we couldn’t resist coming by and testing out the new car.” Braxton tells him as walks around the car, checking out the new paint scheme and sponsors. 

“Who’s going to test drive the beast first?” Chase asks sliding his eyes over the four of us.

Not waiting for anyone to answer, Braxton climbs through the window and gets to work buckling his harness. “Hey! This is my bachelor weekend, so I get to go first.”

“Hurry it up jackass! I need to get behind the wheel and test drive this bad boy.” Jax tells Braxton, poking his head into the window, as Braxton slips on the helmet.

We all climb up onto the cement wall and watch as Braxton fires up the engine. That baby is loud! It’s vibrating my fuckin’ eardrums. We all cup our ears as Braxton burns the tires off and shoots down pit road pulling out onto the track.

Finally, able to hear again, we all bullshit for a few minutes while Braxton does a couple laps. Of course it doesn’t take long for Chase to change the top to the Shayne fight last night with Kayden. I know it’s the last thing Kayden wants to talk about especially since Savannah and him are trying to move past all that shit.

They kissed and made up last night I guess, so now all is good in Knox world once again. Even though life is far more entertaining when life is blowing up around us, I’m ready just as much as he is to have some fucking peace and serenity mumbo jumbo shit.

All this lady drama is wearing me the fuck out. And not in the good way that I like women to be wearing me out. Well, at least not up until last night. It started out shitty and then ended up being a pretty stellar evening thanks to Brooklyn.

“So, ya wanna tell me what the hell happened between you and Andrews last night?” He asks eying the bruised knuckles on Kayden’s hands.

Kayden let’s out a frustrated sigh, “Not really, but I have a feelin’ ya want the dirty deets anyway.”

Chase gives Kayden a look that screams:
are you shitting me? Spill the damn beans,
as he lets out a low belly laugh, “Bet your fuckin’ ass I want the dirty deets after seeing the videos on TMZ and
Tinsel Town Blog.
Shit man, you were pounding his face in last night in front of everyone in Vertigo. The last I knew you two were friends, hell you threw him a party last night for his fight this weekend!”

I can see Knox’s jaw ticking as his mind goes back to last night’s events. Feelings from last night are still raw and fresh for him. It’ll probably be a few days before the anger he has built up inside of him subsides.

He grips the cement wall and leans back against it as we all watch Braxton zip past us in a blur as he heads around for another lap.

“Shayne ran his fuckin’ mouth, so I shut him up. I imagine you saw the pictures floating around of him takin’ the belly shot off of Savannah at Vertigo in L.A.”

“Yeah, I saw the pics, but listen dude, if you love the girl as much as I think you do, don’t dwell on this shit. Fix it. If you fuck it up, and you lose her for good, looking back you’ll see you let your pride get in the way of your happiness.”

When the fuck did Chase become so philosophical?

“Listen to you. Givin’ out the love advice.” I joke clapping him on the back.

Rolling his eyes, Chase stands as Braxton begins making his way down pit road. “It doesn’t happen often asshole, so take the advice while I got it to give.”

We both crack up laughing.

Flashing a perturbed expression directed at Chase and Kayden, I yell to the two pansies talking about their fucking
‘feelings’
, “When you two girls are done discussin’ all that mushy shit, let me know, so I can help ya find your balls. I think I saw them roll over by the gas cans.” The sarcasm in my voice is evident. Jax rolls over laughing beside me as Chase and Kayden roll their eyes at my asshole response. Which only makes me chuckle harder along with Jax.

“Shut it fuck face, or you don’t get to drive my car.” Chase threatens, walking past me and slapping me upside the head. It only makes me laugh harder. I swing my arm up and punch him in the arm as he walks over to help Braxton out of the car.

“Awe, someone getting their panties in a twist? First y’all talk about your fucking feelings and then the next thing I know you’re getting all sensitive over here. Y’all are turning into a bunch of girl. Thank fuck one of us at least still has some goddamn balls.” I joke, cupping myself through my jeans.

“Keep it up smart ass, and you’ll going back to Vegas with ball less because I’ll have them dipped in brass and dangling from my fuckin’ review mirror.” Chase counters while flipping me the bird before taking Braxton’s hand and pulling him out of the car.

We spend the next hour busting each other’s balls—figuratively not literally thank God. Each of us took turns whipping his race car around the truck a few times. Nothing is more exhilarating then getting behind the wheel of one of those babies. As soon as you push on the gas pedal your back is glued to the fucking seat and your ass isn’t moving until you finish your laps.

I can’t wait to come back and catch up with Chase again. Next time maybe I’ll bring Brooklyn and let her take a few laps around. I know Chase will get a real kick out of that. Me a settled man.

After climbing back into the Escalade to head back to the hotel for some gambling. I send Brooklyn a text letting her know how the trip to the speedway went. I send a picture of me in the car along with a quick video I had Braxton get for me while I did my laps around the track.

Immediately I get a text back.

Holy shit. That is so awesome, dude! And seriously HOT!! I wonder what it’d feel like riding your dick while you raced that baby around the track?

She knows how to get me from 0 to horny in a matter of seconds. I adjust myself through my shorts and quickly reply,

Fuck. I love and hate the way that mind of urs works. B/C I really want to watch you ride my dick while I race that fucking car. But I kind of don’t have a death wish either. I know I’d lose all train of thought the second you slid onto my dick—we’d go straight into the wall for sure.

I definitely don’t want that! Lol. So I guess we can settle for maybe a quick lap around the track followed by a quickie in the front seat one of these days.

Fuck me.

I’m not sure how Chase would feel about us fuckin’ in his car but I’d definitely try. There’s no way in hell I’d ever turn down the chance to fuck you, baby. I’m already counting down until tonight.

“Texting, Brooklyn?” Braxton whispers into my ear with a hint of amusement in his words.

Turning my phone over so he can’t see the texts, I raise my brow at him, “Maybe.”

“So, how the hell did this happen anyways?” He asks, genuinely curious.

I shrug my shoulder’s, “I have no fucking clue, bro. That’s being completely honest. She came completely out of left field for me. One-minute I could care less about finding a girl to get serious with, and the next I’m meeting Brooklyn and that crazy little vixen is shaking my entire fucking world up.”

“Sounds like you got it bad. If you two feel this way for each other, then why in the world was she with Jax?”

I glance at the seat in front of me where Jax and Kayden are sitting and lost in conversation. Thankfully the driver’s listening to the radio pretty loud so it helps drown out the conversation I’m having. It’s a sensitive subject for Jax and I at the moment since we really haven’t hashed anything out yet over the issue.

“It’s complicated. I know that is a cliché fucking answer. But it’s the truth. I was a jackass…”

“Shocker” Braxton laughs sarcastically beside me.

Rolling my eyes at his stupidity, I continue. “I pushed her away and straight into his arms. It was only after I lost her for good and saw that Jax was having everything I wanted but threw away. It woke me up. So I fought for her.

She needed me to fight for her long before then, but I let my ego get in the way. I’m only grateful that it wasn’t too late. She gave me another chance even though I didn’t deserve it.”

Giving me a sympathetic smile revealing his immaculate smile and deep dimples that Mya said is what won her over when he asked her out. It gets me thinking what is it about me that Brooklyn tells her friends is what won her over? I sure as hell know it isn’t my personality and my romantic ways. I need to change that. I’m a work in progress here and can only hope she’ll stick with me long enough to prove to her I’m serious when I say I’m ready for this.

“It’s a fucked up situation, Dixon. But I have faith in you. Don’t squander this second chance she’s giving you. Because if there’s one thing I know it’s women after being with Mya as long as I have. Believe me, they’ll only give you so many second chances before they decide, they’re better off kickin’ your sorry ass to the damn curb.”

I take every bit of advice Braxton is giving me and save it into the back of my mind. If anyone can give me advice, it is him. So I’m going to try and remember all these tips from him and pray that I’m not a complete train wreck when it comes to relationships.

Because I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it if I screw up again and in return have to watch Brooklyn walk away from me and straight back into the waiting arms of Jax.

-Brooklyn

“To Vegas, baby!” We shout and quickly dispense the liquor into our mouths. I scream and jump up and down as the whiskey slides down the back of my throat.

Waving my hand at the bartender, I shout, “We need another round!” and cheer with excitement as he gives us a wink as he refills our shot glasses.

Today has been amazing. Savannah has still been somber thanks to the Shayne drama last night, but I know things will be better in no time. We spent the afternoon poolside working on our tans and hanging out with a group of people. It was fun just relaxing and not running around all over the place…at least for a few hours.

After some convincing, I was able to talk Savannah into getting all dolled up tonight and go to a Vegas show with me. We watched a show then did some retail therapy on the strip stopping by the mall in Planet Hollywood. We even found some cute little shops that had some great hidden jewels, unique jewelry, and bohemian clothes. I was in heaven snatching everything up.

While out I found a gorgeous cocktail dress that I’m wearing as we speak. As soon as I spotted it I knew I had to get it. It’s going to make Dixon’s jaw hit the floor. It’s an off white so it pops against my sun-kissed skin. It’s a Greek Goddess styled dress that is tight fitting but has a sexy sheer fabric from the shoulder down to the hem of my skirt. The part that caught my eye was the bright gold beaded design across the one shoulder dress. With some gold accessories I found while shopping and cute gold gladiator heels, there’s no way Dixon will be able to take his eyes off of me. Savannah even decided to pick up a sexy little number that is sure to get Kayden’s mind on nothing but making up under the sheets.

I noticed after we finished up our girl’s day today that Savannah’s mood had improved. She seems happier and not so stressed out as she was at the beginning of the day. As soon as we walked into the suite and collapsed from our hours of Vegas fun, we took a power nap to prepare us for our evening of fun!

So, now we’re in Vertigo, dancing our asses off to the sound of Drake blasting throughout the club. We’re both a little tipsy but having a blast bouncing around the dance floor together. Once our guys finally get here things will be even better.

Dixon text me off and on all day, and I found myself growing giddy over every text he sent me. Butterflies swarmed my belly every time my phone went off. They went to the speedway earlier to do their manly shit and blow off steam so I’m hoping Kayden will be in a better mood tonight. I want our final night here to go out with a bang and be drama free.

The guys have been gambling all evening and played a very intense game of Texas Hold ‘em, from what Dixon told me. He was boasting in his random text messages because he cleaned everyone out. So I told him I expected him to be buying my drinks for the rest of the night.

It sucks that they’re here for Braxton’s bachelor weekend so we haven’t really gotten to see any of the guys today. We tried to get them to have dinner with us at the restaurant here at the hotel, but they already had made reservations at some sports bar and grill thing.

But Dixon texted me a little bit ago letting me know that they’d be in to find us soon and grab some drinks. So now I find myself on edge as a nervous excitement bubbles inside of me while I wait for him to get here.

As we sway to the music, ignoring everyone else around us, I notice a tall, muscular built man approaching us. The colorful strobe lights above our heads that are dancing around us illuminate the man’s face. I immediately notice it’s Kayden as he steps up behind Savannah and wraps his arms around her waist. He begins moving to the beat of the music along with her, and I notice her eyes light up as she realizes Kayden is here.

Her gaze moves behind me, and I feel an electric spark ignite in the air and my stomach begins to flip flop with nervous excitement. I feel his body slide up behind mine and his strong hands grip my hips pulling me into him.

Tilting my head, I peer up at the sexier than sin man behind me. His electric blue eyes melt into mine as our bodies begin to move in sync with one another. I never thought the words, ‘I’ve missed you’, would ever leave my mouth in this lifetime. As I spin in his arms to face him, locking my fingers behind his neck, I find myself mouthing those very words up at Dixon. His hands slide down to my ass and give it a possessive squeeze as he pulls me against his chest. I can feel his heart racing against his chest as the vibration travels straight through mine. Our hearts are beating almost as one as we dance together.

Leaning his head down close to mine, he kisses my lips causing my brain to short circuit as the delicious taste of Jack Daniels explodes across my tongue. I moan into his mouth as his right hand finds my hair and he fists it, wrapping my curls around his fingers.

The beat of the music thumps throughout the club, making my body move all on its own. I sway my hips side to side as I get lost in the music and the melt my panties straight off kiss Dixon is gracing me with.

Now this is a ‘I missed you, too,’ kind of kiss!

Dixon’s teeth nip at my bottom lip before his lips leave mine. I pout up at him. My body is screaming to be dragged into the darkest corner and fucked good and hard. Being away from him all day was torture enough. Then having him sexting me off and on all day made it worse. I kept getting dirty texts from him, telling me all the naughty things he wanted to do to me. I for one am ready to cash in those sexual favors he felt the need to go on and on about today.

“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this,” as we continue to dance, he grins down at me with the sexiest smirk and continues, “But I missed the hell out of you today, too.”

There goes my damn heart again. Fluttering in my chest like the damn wings of a hummingbird.

He missed me. Not only that—he admitted out loud he missed me!

Batting my eye lashes up at him, I tell him in my most dramatic and taken aback tone, “You…missed…me? Are you ill? Did you visit a hypnotist while out and about on the Vegas strip today? It’s the only explanation!”

His arms wrap around my waist and an array of giggles fly from my lips as he lifts my body up off of the ground and nips at my neck. “Now that you mentioned it, I think an incredibly sexy woman who’s named after a bridge in the Big Apple, may have hypnotized me…
magic pussy is my guess
.” My heart pitter patters in my damn chest as his breath warms my neck and his words warm my heart. It’s by far the craziest feeling I’ve ever experienced. I’m falling in love with Dixon—and the biggest shocker of all is…I think he’s falling for me, too.

This is unchartered territory for the both of us. I find myself semi freaking out and semi being more turned on than I ever have been in my entire fucking life.

“I have a magic pussy?” I can’t keep a straight face no matter how hard I try. I bite back a smile as he growls playfully and gives my ass another firm squeeze before spinning us and then swaying to the music again.

He lifts the corner of his mouth into a grin that screams
‘I’m going to do all kinds of naughty things to your pussy tonight.’
I find my legs growing wobbly beneath me as his scolding hot gaze melts me straight to the core.

Leaning in closer so that our bodies are practically blended into one, he dances along to the beat with me and keeping his eyes locked onto mine he says, “You have no idea, darlin’, the affect you have over me.” The tingling sensation that cascades down my spine and intensifies thanks to the deep stare he’s laying on me along with the sound of his drawl as he calls me darlin’ rolling off of those kiss me lips of his.

Seriously, no man has lips that can even come close to comparing to his. His lips are the kind that magazines blow up and plaster all over as the
‘hottest lips in the world’
. Created simply for driving women crazy and kissing the sense straight out of them.

My brains too dazed to come back with a smart remark as I find myself grinning up at him like a love-sick idiot. He lets out the sexiest laugh that travels straight into the core of my body and warms me from the inside out. Even his laugh is fucking sexy and makes me want to ravish him right here on the damn dance floor.

His head dips down near mine, and I think he’s about to kiss me again; instead he brings his mouth up to my ear. Music is thumping throughout the club so the one way to talk in this place is with our faces practically morphed together. As he brings his lips to my ear and begins to speak, I hear him loud and clear and think that I’ve officially turned into a puddle on the floor.

“After one time in that tight, hot, perfection I find myself thinking about her every second of every day. I’m afraid there’s no cure for this spell I’m under besides fucking her as many times as my dick will allow.”

His voice raspy, and his drawl like an aphrodisiac makes my girly parts explode between my thighs and beg to feel the wrath of the Dixie stick. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to sit around this club with him before I lose the last bit of willpower left in me and end up dragging him up to our suite for a few rounds of stick the southern sausage in the bun.

I feel someone come up behind me and hear Savannah’s voice, “We’re heading back up to the suite. I’ll see you later.”

Turning my head, I look at her over my shoulder with an impish grin. “’Night, girly. Now, go get yourself some much needed hot, kinky, makeup sex.”

Savannah’s face turns redder than the strobe lights dancing over our heads as Kayden tugs on her hand. “I plan on it,” is all she says before giggling as she turns back to Kayden and they disappear into the crowd of people.

“Where are they going?” Dixon shouts down at me over the music.

“To have hot make up sex.” I laugh as I lace my fingers with his and pull him in the direction of the bar.

Snaking our entwined hands around my waist, Dixon pulls me into his side as we squeeze through the crowded dance floor. “Good for them. Let’s hope moody Kayden will do a disappearing act. He was starting to turn into a fuckin’ chick talking about his feelings and shit. I don’t know what it is about you girls that makes us suddenly forget that we have a pair of balls between our fuckin’ legs. Because the way he was moping around it was as if his dick fell off and in its place was a fuckin’ vagina.”

I can’t stop the snort before it comes out as I try to cover my mouth and contain the laughter threatening to spill out.

“Did you just snort?” he asks, shooting an eye brow up toward the ceiling.

“Maybe. But come on. That was funny!”

His tongue darts out and slowly slides along his full bottom lip, before dipping his head and kissing my smiling lips. It’s a short, quick peck, but no matter if he gives me a short, sweet kiss, or an all-consuming, soul shattering, tongues entwining together kind of kiss. He always manages to light my body up like a raging bonfire and knock the breath straight out of my lungs.

“What was that for?” I ask as we finally make it up to the bar and slide onto adjacent bar stools.

“What are you doing to me?” he asks instead of answering my question.

I’m slightly taken aback.

It’s a loaded question teetering us into unchartered territory. What the hell are we doing to each other is a better question?

When I met him three months ago, I never imagined he’d turn my life upside down. Or that we’d somehow make each other want things we never imagined wanting in our entire lives.

But now here we are.

I went from believing love just wasn’t for me to now feeling like loving Dixon comes as naturally as breathing.

It’s fucking insane!

Now that Jax knows about us and Dixon seems to finally be coming to terms with the fact that he wants me just as much as I do him, I can’t see my life being any other way.

There’s no doubt about it, I’m addicted to this man. I need him just as badly as I need my Starbucks every single morning.

That is pretty fucking bad!

I signal to the bartender but keep my eyes locked onto Dixon’s

“The real question is what the hell are we doing to each other? Two people who swore off relationships, and now look at us.” I wave my hand between us and Dixon reaches up snatching my hand in his in midair.

“It’s crazy and unexplainable. But I wouldn’t trade how you make me feel for anything in the fucking world, Brooklyn. You’re everything I didn’t want and everything I need. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind whenever I’m not with you.”

I sway slightly as the intensity of his words hit me. Thankfully the bartender appears right in time because I am in serious need of something strong.

“Evening, you two. What can I get ya?” he asks, tossing his bar towel over his shoulder and leaning his forearms against the bar.

The song
Shots
by LMFAO and Lil’ Jon
comes on and instantly Dixon and I look at each other. “We’ll take six shots of Jack,” Dixon answers for the both of us but never taking his eyes off of mine. I feel his hand suddenly come to rest on my thigh that is exposed thanks to my dress riding up my legs as I situate myself on the bar stool.

“Alright, six shots coming right up.” He slaps the bar and then gets to work lining up the shot glasses. Reaching onto the shelf behind him, the bartender grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels and begins filling each shot glass.