Dirty Like Jude: A Dirty Rockstar Romance (Dirty, Book 5)
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Dirty Like Jude
A Dirty Rockstar Romance (Dirty #5)
Jaine Diamond
Copyright © 2018 Jaine Diamond
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, uploaded or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotation embodied in reviews.
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: September 2018
Published in print and electronic formats.
ISBN: 9781723874611
ASIN: B07F6YSX41
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Cover design: DreamWarp Books
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For R. We survived.
Contents
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Author’s Note
This book, Dirty Like Jude (Dirty #5), is the fifth full-length novel in the Dirty rockstar romance series, and the seventh book in the series overall.
The characters featured in this book were introduced in the earlier books, and if you’d like every detail of their stories so far, you’ll want to read the previous books first.
I highly recommend that before reading this book you read A Dirty Wedding Night (Dirty #2.5); there is a story in that book called A Dirty Lie which is a prequel story to this book.
Each novel in the Dirty series will focus on the love story of a different couple in the larger world of the series. I consider the novels in the series interconnected standalones, meaning you could pick and choose which ones you read, in any order, but you will definitely get the most out of the series, the individual books and the relationships within if you read the books consecutively.
I would always recommend starting with Dirty Like Me (Dirty #1). It is probably the best entry point to the series, as it gives a broad introduction to the world of the series and the various characters.
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)
Dirty Like Seth (Dirty #3)
Dirty Like Dylan (Dirty #4)
Dirty Like Jude (Dirty #5)
From beautiful Vancouver (the home of Dirty!),
Jaine
Chapter One
Roni
I felt his weight settle over me, the warmth of his naked body. His morning wood, hard and eager between my legs.
I was just barely waking up. My eyes weren’t even open yet and he was already pinning me down to the bed. The head of his cock nudged into me as he nuzzled into my neck and kissed my throat… gently. He was already starting to fuck me, and even though I didn’t usually let him get so damn snuggly while he did it, I let him.
He knew if he snuck up on me while I was half-asleep, I’d let him.
He filled me, deep, with a low, pleasured groan as he kissed my neck. I wrapped my legs lazily around his waist as his toned body slid against mine. His hips started pumping between my thighs, slowly.
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I didn’t even bother opening my eyes.
Generally, my boyfriend knew what I liked in bed, and he usually tried to give it to me. Sometimes he tried to change things up, get a little more… gentle. To lukewarm reviews. But despite his best efforts, no matter how he came at it, I wasn’t totally thinking about my boyfriend when we were in bed anyway.
Actually, I wasn’t thinking about Taze at all. Other than to vaguely register the fact, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I wasn’t thinking about him.
Taze was blond, and I was definitely picturing someone a lot… darker.
Darker skin. Darker eyes. Darker hair.
Darker general fucking aura, by miles.
Unfortunately it had come to the point where, if I didn’t close my eyes during sex, my boyfriend’s sandy-blond hair was, frankly, a total and utter distraction. It jarred me from my fantasies.
Taze was also leaner than the man in my head, but he was strong and muscular enough that if my eyes were closed—or if it was at least very, very dark—I could maintain the illusion enough to reach orgasm. Quickly.
I’d never wanted to just get there so quickly as when I started totally disassociating myself from the person I was actually getting there with.
Minor problem with that: Taze liked to do it forever.
With the lights on.
Therefore, eyes closed.
He also liked to do it in the morning, like right now, when there weren’t any lights on but the sun was starting to pour in the windows. I didn’t love the morning sex. Daylight stripped the illusion away, made it harder, even with my eyes closed, to lose myself in my head.
Plus, there was the guilt. I felt guilty for always closing my eyes. Especially when he asked me to open them, which he sometimes did.
Hoping he wouldn’t, I made a sleepy, pleasured sound and bit his throat as I buried my face in his neck. He was pretty busy groaning filthy shit into my ear anyway… which was another problem with sex with Taze. I loved dirty talk. Loved. But with Taze, I actually had to mentally drown out his voice, because it sounded nothing like the one in my head.
His voice.
Thinking—obsessively, single-mindedly—about another man was pretty much what my sex life had been reduced to lately. Or for about the last ten months.
Basically, my entire relationship with Taze.
Maybe because right around the time I’d first hooked up with Taze, a certain dark horse from my past had reared its wicked head. And fucked me.
Literally and figuratively.
God, that fucking night… I was still having flashbacks of it.
All. The. Time.
Even when I was just in bed by myself.
Or when I was buying fucking groceries.
And one thing I was definitely not gonna do was lie to myself about it.
I’d lie to Taze. I knew for a fact that he lied to me. That there was a ton of shit about his life I’d never know.
That was the way it usually went with bikers—outlaw bikers—a breed of which I’d dated a few. And yes, they’d all lied to me. Or lied by omission. And I’d accepted those lies. I’d accepted those men as they were, and I’d accepted Taze just the same.
For now.
But what I wouldn’t do was lie to myself about how I felt.
Running into my own personal dark horse—which was exactly how I’d come to think of him now—at Jesse Mayes’ rock star wedding, ten months ago, had quite honestly stirred up all kinds of feelings in me.
And not just feelings. Memories. Regrets.
Longings.
All that crap.
Running into him again at Jessa Mayes’ meet-the-baby party six days ago didn’t exactly help matters.
Especially when he cornered me, alone, in the baby’s room and virtually incinerated my clothing with that look in his hellfire eyes.
Seeing him up close, those molten, panty-melting eyes of his, the thick muscles bulging from his black T-shirt… Hearing his voice, fuck, that deep, rough voice of his… Fucking smelling him, that intoxicating alpha male smell of his… It all just reminded me of how he’d felt—naked, with me.
How fucking amazing his skin felt…
So smooth… silk poured over hard muscle, sliding against mine…
Yeah. I was almost there…
Then Taze’s phone started buzzing on my bedside table and simultaneously blaring AC/DC, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap”—and fucking shattered my fantasy.
Not unusual. Unfortunately.
Taze picked it up, also not unusual. Right when I was that close.
I groaned and slapped his shoulder.
I knew it was one of his MC brothers because they all had that same fucking ringtone. There was definitely too much of a good thing, and that ringtone was it.
Especially when I was so close.
Taze knew I was close, so he didn’t stop fucking me, though his efforts were far less than half-assed as he carried on a stilted, brief conversation—mostly Uh-huh and Yeah, brother on his end—while he fucked me. He’d slid half-off of me, his upper body twisted to the side so he could lean on his elbow next to me as his hips kept grinding. But the angle was no good for me.
No good at all.
I groaned in frustration again as he hung up. He looked at me, his hazel-brown eyes half-lidded with sleep and sex, and blew out a breath. “I’ve gotta go,” he said, his morning voice all raspy with pre-orgasmic tension.
I said the only thing a woman could say in this situation.
“Fuck. Off. Are you serious?”
He dropped the phone and shifted over me, pumping into me a few more times—you know, just to make things worse. At least he looked regretful, especially when I pressed up against him, panting, seeking friction. Then he swore under his breath.
“I gotta pull out, babe.”
Then he did pull out. Before I could come.
I went limp in defeat as I watched him ease off the condom and pull on his jeans. “I can’t believe you’re fucking serious.”
“Club business. You know I’ve gotta go.”
He leaned in to kiss me, a quick, sloppy kiss, then left me there, naked on the bed. His gaze dragged over me one last time as he yanked on his ratty T-shirt and scrubbed a hand through his shaggy blond hair. He shrugged on his black leather Sinners cut and grabbed his phone. “Later, ’kay?” Then he left the room, still fighting his erection into his jeans as he went.
I flipped my middle finger at the patch on the back of his cut, the big one underneath the one that said SINNERS MC: the silhouette of a naked woman straddling a motorcycle, backwards, back arched and boobs thrust out. That bitch had fucked with my sex life more times than I cared to count.
I heard Taze leave my place and I sighed. Really, what good was a boyfriend when the one thing this particular one was good at, he wasn't available for?
I considered finishing myself off, obviously, but the mood was kinda ruined. Instead I checked my own phone, which had also buzzed while we were fucking. Yes, I’d been thinking about another man, fetishistically, while we’d fucked, but at least I didn’t check my phone while Taze’s dick was inside me.
I’d missed a call from Jessa.
I got up and headed into the bathroom to start the shower, dialing her back. I put the phone on the counter on speaker and stepped in under the water while it rang. And rang.
While I waited for Jessa to answer, I ducked my head under the hot water and let it lash down on me, waking me up. Washing away Taze’s touch and smell.
Wishing it was someone else’s touch, someone else’s smell that lingered on my skin.
Jesus. My life.
Sex with Taze—my entire relationship with Taze, for that matter—was supposed to help me forget about my dark horse. Yet somehow every time I was with Taze, all I could think about was Jude Grayson.
“Roni.” Jessa finally picked up. “How are you?”
“Fantastic,” I said, really heaping on the sarcasm. She would know it
was sarcasm. Ever since we were teenagers, Jessa and I had answered one another’s How are you? with pretty much the opposite of how we were actually feeling. “You?”
“Stupendous. Do you have time to swing by this morning?”
Yeah. I had a little time. For Jessa, I’d make time. Especially since she’d just had a baby—two weeks ago—and had way less time for me in general.
As long as Jude wasn’t gonna be there.
One unnerving, lust-charged confrontation with him while pressed up against baby Nick’s crib was enough for me.
“What’s up over there?”
“Just hanging with Nicky. Brody’s gone to work.”
Perfect. If Brody wasn’t home, the likelihood of running into Jude at Jessa’s place was pretty damn nil.
“I really need to talk to you,” she added. “As soon as possible.”
Which gave me pause. Jessa never “needed” to talk to me.
“I’ll be over as soon as I can,” I told her. “With coffee.”
Chapter Two