A Dirty Wedding Night: A Dirty Rockstar Romance (Dirty, Book 2.5)
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A Dirty Wedding Night
A Dirty Rockstar Romance Collection (Dirty #2.5)
Jaine Diamond
Copyright © 2018 Jaine Diamond
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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Published By DreamWarp Books
First edition: May 2018
Published in print and electronic formats.
ISBN: 9781980801122
ASIN: B07C68D7HX
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For every reader who wanted more…
Contents
Author’s Note
I. A Dirty Vow
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
II. A Dirty Secret
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
III. A Dirty Lie
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
IV. A Dirty Deal
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Books by Jaine Diamond
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Acknowledgments
Sneak Peek: Dirty Like Me
Sneak Peek: Dirty Like Us
Sneak Peek: Dirty Like Brody
Sneak Peek: Dirty Like Seth
Sneak Peek: DEEP
Sneak Peek: DEEPER
About the Author
Author’s Note
In Dirty Like Brody (Dirty #2), we get to attend Jesse and Katie’s rock star wedding—from the point of view of Brody (Dirty’s longtime manager) and Jessa (Jesse’s sister and former Dirty songwriter).
This book, A Dirty Wedding Night (Dirty #2.5), is a four-story collection, detailing what happens between Jesse and Katie on their wedding night… and three other couples who secretly hook up that night.
The first story, A Dirty Vow, featuring Jesse and Katie, was previously released as a special Diamond Club Edition free gift to my Diamond Club members. (If you aren’t a member but you’d like in on such perks in the future, you can sign up by clicking the Dirty Like Us link at the end of this Author’s Note; you’ll receive a free copy of Dirty Like Us for joining.)
The other three stories included in A Dirty Wedding Night, at the time of first publication, are new and exclusive to this collection.
I wrote these stories (like everything in the series) as standalones, setting up the characters and setting, etcetera, so that if you do jump in and start with any particular story, you won’t be totally lost. But, of course…
Spoiler warning: If you haven’t already done so, I’d highly recommend reading the previous Dirty books, in the order listed below, before this collection. Otherwise, you’ll be encountering spoilers within.
The four stories in A Dirty Wedding Night are somewhat interwoven, and are also meant to be read in order.
Dirty series reading order so far:
Dirty Like Me (Dirty #1)
Dirty Like Us (Dirty #0.5) - Free
Dirty Like Brody (Dirty #2)
A Dirty Wedding Night (Dirty #2.5)
From beautiful Vancouver (the home of Dirty!),
Jaine
A Dirty Vow
Author’s Note
Jesse and Katie’s love story begins in Dirty Like Me (Dirty #1), and in that book, they get their happily-ever-after ending… yet it’s not really an ending. It’s just the beginning of their lives together.
In Dirty Like Brody (Dirty #2), we get to attend Jesse and Katie’s rock star wedding at a remote luxury resort called Cathedral Cove, on the Canadian Pacific Coast.
In that book, Jesse and Katie’s wedding night—after the wedding reception—ends with Jesse’s band, Dirty, having drinks and a musical jam with a few close friends around an outdoor fire pit. We get to experience the jam, which stretches into the wee hours, from band manager Brody’s point of view.
As the jam finally winds down and some of the remaining partygoers opt to take an impromptu skinny dip in the frigid waters of the cove, Jesse and Katie have vanished. Obviously, the newlyweds have headed off to their luxurious cabin for wedding night sex, right?
In this story, we get a glimpse of the relationship politics around the fire pit from Jesse’s point of view. Then… we get to find out what happens when Jesse and Katie finally get to celebrate their wedding night—alone.
Or maybe not so alone…?
Though there’s plenty of sex in Jesse and Katie’s book, Dirty Like Me, there are actually no sex scenes from Jesse’s point of view. In A Dirty Vow, we get that, and more.
So, for all of you who’ve asked for MORE of Jesse and Katie, even after they got their happily ever after (and thank you for that!)… this one’s for you, with love.
Jaine
Chapter One
Jesse
The fire bathed Katie’s face in lapping, golden light. She was sitting right beside me and she was so fucking beautiful, with her creamy skin and her sweet features and her dark hair… she laughed at something Zane said, and my stomach twirled.
Butterflies. The girl actually gave me butterflies.
As she raised her champagne glass to her lips, gazing into the fire, I glimpsed the platinum wedding band I’d slipped onto her finger earlier this evening; it glinted in the dark, reflecting the flames, and it gave me a total rush. That shiny band now marked Katie Bloom as married. As mine.
And that shit was making me hard.
Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were rosy; it was cold out, but that flush might’ve been from the booze. She was definitely a little drunk, but it was a cute drunk. She’d been pacing herself throughout the night. I’d made sure of that. Because sometimes when Katie got too drunk, she couldn’t come, and that wouldn’t fucking do.
Not on our wedding night.
Not when I was desperate to watch her come; to feel her come.
Several times.
She caught me perving on her and smiled. Her big blue-green eyes widened in the firelight—and that sweetly surprised look went straight to my cock. Just like it always did.
Didn’t exactly help matters that she hadn’t let me fuck her in two long, aching days.
Save it for our wedding night, she’d said, fending off my wandering hands as we arrived here at the resort, on the morning of the wedding rehearsal. It will be better if we wait.
Which sounded like a nice idea at the time. Romantic. Hot.
But that was yesterday. Before she proceeded to dance with me, flirt with me, make out with me at her stagette party—in a super-thin bikini top and minuscule cut-offs—then make me sleep in a separate bed.
Today, she danced with me again, flirted with me some more, married me in a jaw-dropping-gorgeous dress
, and at the reception, let me peel off her garter with my tongue. Without ever once giving my aching dick so much as a pity stroke.
If I’d known by “wedding night” she actually meant almost dawn the next morning, I would’ve screwed her senseless every step of the way.
Because fuck waiting.
I held her gaze, sipping my beer, my tongue playing idly with the neck of the bottle, thinking about all the shit I was gonna do to her the second I got her alone… until her smile melted into something else, her teeth catching on her plump bottom lip.
Then my gaze slid deliberately south… to the hint of cleavage and that alluring dip between her breasts, bared by her half-unzipped, down-filled jacket… to her sexy, curvy legs, crossed, in her tight jeans…. to her furry boots. They were new, and I hadn’t fucked her in them yet.
I was gonna have to remedy that. Soon.
“Jesus Christ. Quit eye-fucking your bride and go do it already.”
I glanced at Zane, my lead singer and one of my groomsmen. I had to kind of blink him into focus, I was so cross-eyed with lust.
He was sitting on Katie’s other side, a dirty, cocky smirk on his face. It was the one he usually used on women he was planning to fuck. Since he was using it on me right now, it was meant to piss me off—since his arm was around my wife.
“You know, you’re married now,” he went on, his fingertips grazing Katie’s shoulder. “It’s not a sin anymore.” The touch was so light she probably didn’t even feel it through her puffy jacket. But it wasn’t meant for her. It was meant for me, because this was how Zane entertained himself when my woman was around. “Unless you’re waiting on some pointers…?”
“Zane, don’t tease,” Katie scolded him, but she was still smiling too. She liked my friends; I liked that. She even put up with Zane’s flirting, which was both cool and annoying.
“Yeah, man. The fuck are you waiting for?” Dylan chimed in. My drummer was now grinning at me across the fire.
Not good.
Zane and Dylan ganging up on me was never good. Unlike Zane, Dylan rarely busted my balls when it came to Katie… which clearly meant that us newlyweds were wearing out our welcome at the fire.
Which was totally fucking fine with me.
I’d felt a little obligated to hang out with our wedding guests, even though the reception was long over, and I knew Katie did, too. After all, they’d come all the way up here, hours north of the city, by floatplane, just to attend our wedding—at a remote resort in the wilderness that didn’t even have Wi-Fi—despite the fact that many of them were rock stars, or people who worked with rock stars, and therefore had other shit to do. I figured the least we could do was keep them fed, liquored, and entertained.
Still; if I didn’t get to bury my dick in my new wife soon, I was gonna explode. Maybe literally. I’d been hard all fucking day.
Well, not all day. But every time Katie kissed me, or brushed up against me, or looked at me like she was doing right now…
Rock hard.
I adjusted a little in my jeans, thinking about the welcoming warmth of Katie’s pussy, slippery wet and swollen… all hot for me and so sweet and tight—
Jesus.
I took a cooling swig of my beer.
Time to fucking go.
Only one slight problem. That being, I didn’t love leaving my little sister to the wolves.
There were only a few people left by the fire, and my sister was one of them. After the reception had wound down and most of the wedding guests stumbled off to bed, my band, Dirty, and some of our closest friends had come out to the fire pit on one of the low cliffs over the cove to jam. We’d been drinking and playing songs, which had been incredible. With my sister, Jessa, here, it was like old times. The way it used to be when we were all together and she was still with the band. The best times.
But now the music had died and everyone was kind of paired off and chatting. Jessa and her friend Roni were huddled together, whispering in low, conspiratorial voices, glancing over at Dylan and his buddy, Ash. I didn’t even wanna know what that was about, though I was pretty sure it was about Roni, not Jessa.
Dylan and Ash were drinking and goofing around, as usual.
Brody, our band manager and another of my groomsmen, was sitting back in silence next to Maggie, our assistant manager, looking tense, just like he had the entire wedding. At least, whenever my sister was around.
And there was Zane, his arm around my wife and that infamous panty-wetting grin on his face.
“Unless, of course, you aren’t up to it.” Jesus; was he still fucking talking? At me? “Maybe you need a little nap? It’s been a long day, and you’re getting old. Pushing thirty. And you’ve been drinking… Maybe you just need someone to fill in for you. You know, get things warmed up—”
“That kind of comment didn’t fly when I was dating her,” I told him, keeping my tone casual. No way I was letting Zane fuck with me tonight, and just because he was a recovered alcoholic and therefore sober did not mean he got to win some imaginary hard dick contest. I was plenty able to fuck my wife. Didn’t matter how late it got or how many beers were passed around; I’d been pacing myself, too. “It’s definitely not gonna fly now that I’ve married her.”
Zane just laughed.
Fucking guy.
I could not wait ’til he fell in love. I’d have a fucking field day with that shit. The guy was always busting everyone else’s balls; he deserved some payback.
Of course, I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting on Zane to get serious about a woman. Fucking around was kind of his lifeblood.
Case in point: we’d just finished jamming on an acoustic cover of “Brown Eyed Girl”—Zane’s idea. He’d sung it specifically to serenade my brown-eyed sister, probably in part because he was happy she was here—we all were; it’d been fucking years since she’d been home to see us all—but also in part to piss off Brody. Because nothing ramped up Zane’s meddling urges like a guy who obviously had it bad for a girl—yet failed to make a play for her.
“Hate to say it, but he’s right,” Brody told me, low enough Zane wouldn’t hear as he settled into a seat next to me; I was watching the cocky bastard whisper in Katie’s ear, making her laugh. “Just go back to your cabin and I’ll take care of things here. It’s past three o’clock. At this rate, your wedding night’ll be over before you consummate it.”
That may have been so, but I didn’t like being told when, how or where to fuck my own woman. It wasn’t Brody’s fault, though; he was just born bossy. Usually, I didn’t mind.
“How about you?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Amanda?”
He sucked on his beer, looking gloomy. “Later.”
I doubted that.
Brody had brought his latest “girlfriend” to the wedding, but that didn’t mean much. It never did. They were always perfectly nice and perfectly pretty, with perfectly nice names like Amanda or Jennifer or Michelle—and he was always bored with them before they even got started. The odds of him actually sleeping with this one tonight seemed slim, what with the way he’d been acting around my sister all day… avoiding the shit out of her, then staring at her from afar like some lovelorn stalker.
My little sister was gorgeous; I got that. She turned heads everywhere she went, and not just because she was a lingerie model and looked like one. There was something about her that guys had always eaten up, even when she was a dorky little kid; I’d had to witness it all my life. It was this kind of awkward sweetness she had, some kind of dick-throttling magic that made boys follow her home from school and reduced grown men to idiots. Made them all—boys and men alike—want to get in her face, push her buttons; make her squeeze out a smile in their direction so they’d feel better about themselves.
None more than Brody.
I had no idea what shit had really gone down between the two of them, though what I’d once assumed was a more-or-less mutual infatuation had obviously turned south—and now neither one of them seemed able to either
completely ignore or tolerate the other.
I looked at my sister across the fire. Jessa caught my eye and swiftly flashed her infamous bratty look—the one that earned her the nickname “bratface” among my friends, years ago, when they were all crushing on her but wouldn’t admit it in front of me; it was the face she’d given me as a little girl when I pissed her off. I didn’t even know she was still capable of that look, yet she’d been in Brody’s vicinity for mere hours, and now there it was.
I didn’t love it, but not much I could do. I wasn’t exactly a relationship expert.
The fact that I’d managed to get Katie to the altar still kind of stunned me.
I looked at Brody. He pretended not to notice Jessa sulking and leveled me with a gray look. “Quit being a fucking hero and take your woman to bed,” he muttered.
“Uh-huh.” I stared at him, gauging his reaction to my words. “Guess someone should get laid tonight.”
He didn’t touch that. Just sipped his beer and pretended he hadn’t heard me. But he still wouldn’t look at my sister.