Dirtiest Little Secret: A Quick and Dirty Romance (Quick and Dirty Collection)

by Skye Jordan

  “Maybe.” Her hands curled into his T-shirt. “Becky Rae may be your best option.”

  “You don’t sound confident.”

  “She’s a little…eccentric. But she has experience, a car, no kids, and can work a full day.”

  “After everything you’ve told me,” he stroked a hand over her head and down her braid, “she sounds like gold.”

  “Depends on your perspective. From where you stand, she’s the best you’re gonna get unless you want to keep looking.”

  He lowered his gaze to her mouth. The mouth she’d had wrapped around his cock. The mouth she’d used to leave an indelible mark on his soul, if not his body. “I don’t want to keep looking.”

  “I didn’t think so.” Her soft answer brought his gaze back to hers.

  Her eyes were clear, light blue with a dark ring around the iris. Her long lashes had been darkened by mascara. She fit against him like the perfect puzzle piece and smelled like lilacs after a rain. She looked both innocent and seductive, and she made Isaac ache.

  He lifted his knuckles to her petal-soft cheek. “And what are you looking for, Ava?”

  “You.” She stretched to wrap her arms around his neck. Her body slid against his, breasts against his chest, hips against his erection. “And this.”

  Damn. This was one of those times when he wished he’d been wrong. Or at least half-wrong. He wanted this too. He just also wanted more. “Sure you’re not slumming again? Trying to make your boyfriend jealous?”

  “I told you I don’t have a boyfriend.”

  “Why not?” he asked, hoping to get her to open up a little.

  She didn’t answer, just held his gaze with thoughts passing through her eyes. “We broke up,” she finally admitted. “He cheated on me—repeatedly.”

  Isaac nodded, relieved she’d told him the truth. A cool breeze fluttered the hair that had fallen from her braid, and he skimmed his fingers into the loose strands at her neck. “How’d you find me?”

  “I stopped at Grind, chatted up the bartender.”

  Anger flashed in his gut, and his arms tightened. “You promised me you wouldn’t go back there.”

  “Relax.” She gave him a confused smile. “It’s daylight.”

  Isaac loosened his hold a little. “That place can get rough any time of day. And I’ve been warned that if you go in there again, the guys you rejected last time won’t take no for an answer.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “And you know this, how?”

  “Grim told me.”

  She glanced toward the drive, where the Warriors had rolled up fifteen minutes before. “Just now?”

  “Yeah. Just now.”

  “Are you part of the club?” She refocused on his chest. “I saw everyone’s colors and patches today. I don’t remember you wearing any, but they know you. Knew where to find you.”

  “Would it matter?”

  She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean are you looking for a biker? Is that what turns you on?”

  She paused, her expression turning serious. “Like I said, I’m looking for you. You turn me on.”

  His insides jumped. His groin surged to the beat of his heart. In some ways, that night with her felt like it lived only in his imagination. Like it was a fantasy that vanished in the light. But she was real, right here, right now, in his arms. He knew their night had just been a hookup. Knew it meant nothing—at least not to her. He’d been fine with that. But now that she’d sought him out… Now he wasn’t sure if they were on the same page.

  “You don’t know me,” he told her. “You know a man who saw a little rich girl out looking for a good time in the wrong place and decided to show her how dangerous that could be. I’m not an asshole who needs to dominate. I’m not controlling or mean. I just gave you what you needed that night. So, if you’re looking to be used and abused, you’ll have to go somewhere else.”

  Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned away. “I never felt controlled or abused. I felt…desired. Intensely, passionately desired.” She met his gaze, open and honest. Vulnerable. Prodding him to open up the same way. Her hands loosened around his neck, pressed open against his chest, and she eased away. “But if you want to keep what happened between us a one-time thing, that’s fine. I just thought…” She lifted a shoulder and shook her head. “Doesn’t matter.”

  She pulled out of Isaac’s hold and turned toward her car. Gravel crunched under her boots, prodding Isaac into action. He caught up with her and slipped his arm around her waist from behind, pulling her up against him. She grabbed his forearm but didn’t pull away.

  The feel of her, the smell of her… She hit him like a drug. He buried his face in her hair and doubled his arms around her, molding the back of her body to the front of his. Her quick heartbeat tapped his chest through her back. Their connection felt deep. Deeper than it should, given their history of one wild night. It was his imagination. Him projecting what he already knew of her, of their families, into the mix.

  “What did you think?” he asked at her ear, his voice rough.

  “You’re in my head all the time. I crave you. I guess I just hoped it would be the same for you.”

  He wasn’t about to admit that it had been. “So, you didn’t come to the other side of the tracks for another edgy fuck? Hoping to get me out of your system?”

  “I don’t know what you want to hear. Yes, I want you. Yes, I want the passion we had together that night. But, no, I’m not looking for anything more. My life is a mess. I can’t do more.”

  He exhaled and lowered his lips to her bare shoulder. Of course, she couldn’t do more. Her fiancé had screwed her over. She was working like a dog, smothered in a family corporation that could so easily steal your soul when you weren’t looking. Isaac was her outlet. Her release valve. Her escape.

  They’d become each other’s dirtiest little secret.

  He’d have to accept that, because he wasn’t ready to let her go. Not yet.

  He slid one hand under her loose blouse, over her warm, flat belly, up her chest, and covered one supple breast with a squeeze. Ava sighed a moan, and her ass pushed back against his cock.

  Just like that, Isaac was on fire.

  She tilted her head back, wrapped an arm around his neck, and dragged his mouth to hers. As soon as their lips touched, she opened to him, and his gut fisted with lust.

  He stroked his tongue into her mouth on a groan of relief. He couldn’t believe how badly he wanted her. Having her here, wanting him, made every barrier drop. Her tongue lapped against his, and the friction shot fire into his cock. She pulled out of the kiss and turned in his arms, leaving him dizzy.

  “When do you close?” she asked, her voice soft and breathless, her hands finding their way under his shirt and stroking his chest.

  “Whenever the fuck I want.” He gripped her waist and lifted her off the ground. Ava’s legs parted and wrapped his hips, then she crossed her feet at his back.

  Desire flared through his body like a fuckin’ wildfire. With one hand in her hair, he kept her mouth on his, kissing her, licking her, tasting her while he stumbled to the stairs leading to the loft above the garage.

  There, he tore his mouth from hers, hammered the button that closed the bay door, and started up the staircase while Ava held his face in both hands and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.

  She lowered one hand between them and stroked his erection. The pressure weakened Isaac’s knees, and he stumbled, losing his grip on her. He fisted the metal railing with a growl of frustration. But when he tried to reposition his arm around her, Ava wiggled out of his grasp and sat on the stair, clawing at his belt, then his jeans.

  He tried to grab her hands, but she had a determined, lusty look in her eyes and fought him. “Upstairs…” he said, suddenly breathless. “The loft…a bed.”

  She shoved his pants down, then wrapped her hand around his cock.

  Isaac jerked at the contact. He swore and grabbed a handful of her
hair just as she impaled her mouth with his cock. His hand fisted, back arched, head fell back on a loud groan. “Fuck…Ava… Fuck.”

  She moaned and sucked and ate at him like she’d been starving every second they’d been apart.

  “Jesus Christ.” He found his balance, cupped her jaw, and pulled her away, then bent and dragged her up. She was smiling. A devious little bright-eyed grin. When he got her halfway to her feet, she dropped her head back and kissed him, her mouth a succulent offering he couldn’t resist. “Ava…” he muttered between kisses. “Dammit.”

  He dropped to his knees and pushed her blouse up, exposing her bouncy tits and flat stomach. Isaac rubbed his heavily stubbled jaw along all her smooth skin, raking her nerves to the surface. He opened wide and took one breast into his mouth, scraping the nipple with his teeth before he sucked hard. Ava arched, balancing with one hand on the stair. Her long, low moan rippled along Isaac’s skin. His head went light, and he lost track of how he got her shorts off or how he ended up on his back. But he leaned against the stair treads, gripped her hips, and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Ava’s hand slapped the stair above him; the other grappled for the railing.

  Isaac pushed both hands between her legs, spread her thighs, and gripped her ass. He licked her folds open, then flicked her clit with the very tip of his tongue. Just whispering, teasing, quick taps that made her writhe and growl and shake. And, finally, finally beg.

  “Suck me,” she panted. “Please.”

  Isaac opened his mouth and covered her, then watched her come apart at the seams, head thrown back, hips rocking, moans rolling out of her throat as he sucked and sucked and sucked.

  Ava came in a fit of screams and jerks. While she was still shivering, Isaac rolled on a condom, moved up a couple of stairs and guided her hips over him. When he pulled her onto his cock, Isaac’s groan of pleasure mirrored Ava’s. She shifted, lifting the tops of her boot-clad feet to his thighs. The move spread her thighs wider, pushed him deeper. She pressed her hands to his chest and used her toned thighs to lift and lower, taking him balls-deep. Isaac swore and sat forward, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck, her chest, dropping his head back to kiss her mouth as she slowly fucked him insane.

  Ava finally rose to orgasm again, and Isaac took over thrusting. Using the steps for leverage, he lifted into her, quick and deep until their heavy breaths were drowned by the slap of skin. And when they finally broke together, they were both covered in sweat, breathless.

  She dropped her head to his shoulder and whispered, “Oh…my God…”

  Isaac smiled and huffed an exhausted laugh. He turned his head and kissed her neck. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

  9

  Ava tilted her head back into Isaac’s capable hands where he massaged shampoo into her hair. The hot spray of his tiny shower stall felt ridiculously amazing. Or maybe it was his naked body at her back that felt amazing. Either way, Ava was lounging on cloud nine.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked, his voice a sexy rumble in her ear.

  With her mind in a very dirty place, she smiled.

  “For food, naughty girl,” he said. “You’ve worn me out for at least another hour.”

  “Bet I could make that thirty minutes.”

  “Ten if you really tried.” He bent his head and kissed her neck. “I’ve got to get something to eat if you’re planning on riding me all night.”

  A zing of lust shot straight down her spine. Heat pooled between her legs. “I’ve never ridden anyone all night, but I’d be willing to give it a go with you.”

  He growled, wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her neck, laying kisses on her skin. She laughed—until he nipped her with his teeth, then she squealed. “Isaac. You’re going to leave marks.”

  “So?” He turned her and dipped his head, pressing his lips against hers, then stroking his tongue along her lip, asking her to open. God, the way he kissed. Direct but erotic. Passionate but sweet. Thirty seconds of his mouth on hers and Ava felt positively dreamy. He tilted her head back and under the spray, rinsing the shampoo while he kissed her throat. “A few marks…” he said between kisses, “…might give that guy who hurt you…second thoughts.”

  He pulled back and poured body wash into his hands, then rubbed them together. A male, spicy scent filled the shower. “Sorry, I don’t have conditioner. Hope your pampered hair doesn’t go into shock or something. And all I have is guys’ soap.” He slid his hands down her arms. “I think you should pay that asshole a visit like this—all pinked up from wicked-good sex and smelling like me.”

  “I wouldn’t waste the effort. I don’t give a damn what he thinks.” She poured more body wash into her own hands and spread it across his chest, down his belly, and let her hands drop between his legs.

  Isaac’s eyes drifted closed on a moan. His lashes were long and dark and water matted. His cheeks were shadowed with stubble. Dark hair dappled his wide chest. His generous cock stiffened in her hands even after hours of pleasing her. He was five-hundred-percent alpha male with a considerate side that twisted her heart into knots.

  She liked the fact he didn’t have anything to accommodate a woman in his loft. Ava wouldn’t fool herself into thinking she was his only hookup, but she didn’t need to see evidence of the competition either.

  He gripped her waist and turned her to face the shower. “If you don’t stop that, we’ll end up in bed again, and I’ll have to eat skewered Ava for dinner.”

  She sighed and leaned against him while his hands stroked over her body, rinsing the soap. God, this was heavenly. She couldn’t remember when she’d taken a sweet shower like this with a man. Definitely not with Matthew. Maybe in college. But her mind didn’t care to dig up any memories. She had the makings of the perfect memory right here.

  “There aren’t any five-star, highbrow restaurants around here.” With his arms around her waist, he pulled her back to rest against him. “You’ll have to slum it if you want to go out.”

  “What makes you think I need a five-star restaurant?”

  “Baby, you ooze money.”

  “I work hard for what I have.” She tried not to sound defensive. She really just wanted Isaac to stop selling himself short. “Sure, I got a leg up with the family business, but I live off my own earnings. The big money is my family’s, and if you asked me right now, I’d gladly trade it for freedom or…” Unconditional love? Unwavering support? Staunch belief? “Or something…” She dropped her head back and smiled up at him. “And I happen to love hidden gems off the beaten path. Bet we could find some killer BBQ around here.”

  “As a matter of fact, there’s a place about twenty minutes away called”—he added a heavy Southern twang to his voice—“BBQ and Brews in a Barn.”

  Ava laughed. “There is not.”

  “There is,” he insisted. “And it’s a perfect night for a ride through the country, don’t you think?”

  Joy bubbled to the surface, a clean, bright, pure joy she’d never felt with Matthew. Just weeks after he’d humiliated her, Ava was thanking her lucky stars.

  She kissed Isaac, turned off the water, and dragged a towel off the top of the shower door. “Absolutely.”

  Fifteen minutes later, they were on Isaac’s bike, touring the gorgeous Connecticut backroads. The perfect evening weather made her smile. The feel of the cool breeze on her skin made her smile. The vibration of the bike made her smile. But the source underlying all those smiles came from the man she had her arms wrapped around.

  While classic rock played over the headset in her helmet, Ava relaxed against Isaac and soaked in the moment. The freedom. The joy. And wished she could have more of this every day.

  At the restaurant, Isaac held her hand while he was greeted warmly by the staff. He introduced Ava around, placed an order sure to feed a family for a week, and guided her to a quiet booth in the screened-in porch surrounded by a garden decked out in glittery white lights.

  He slid i
nto the booth beside her and gathered her into his arms so she leaned against his chest and they both looked out onto the garden. “I asked Tim for the wine list,” he murmured against her hair, referencing the owner she’d just met. “Just a wild guess you prefer wine to beer.”

  She lifted her chin to smile at him. “I do.”

  When he didn’t pull away, she kissed him, finding even more joy in the way he owned their…their whatever-this-was in front of people he obviously knew well.

  He let Ava choose the wine, then sat back and pulled her close with a sigh of pure contentment. “I haven’t had a day like this in…” He paused. Shook his head. “I don’t even know how long.”

  “Me either.”

  They both fell silent, but Ava could feel the weight of we should do this more often hanging in the air, waiting to be voiced by one of them. She wasn’t sure if she was more afraid of the phrase coming out of his mouth or hers. Either way, it was equally unfathomable. They lived in completely different worlds, which was, ironically, why she was still here.

  “Tell me about your work,” Isaac said.

  “Work…” Her mind turned toward a subject she couldn’t ignore much longer, but she purposely answered with ambiguity. “I’m a project manager for a corporation.”

  He stroked his fingers over her forearm. “Do you like it?”

  She hesitated. Thought about it. And ultimately sighed. “It’s complicated. And you make it difficult to think outside the moment.”

  “I like that.”

  “I like it too,” she agreed. Maybe a little too much.

  “What about your family? Are you close?”

  Damn, she should have suggested takeout and stayed in bed with him. Now, she wasn’t going to be able to avoid the subject.

  “Depends on how you define close. The company I work for is a family business, so we’re close in proximity. Outside the business…we’re going through a rough patch. My ex worked for me, and I fired him. But my father, evidently, had future plans for him, so I’m in the doghouse.”