FILTHY (Reckless #2)

by HJ Bellus

  My clothes are hung up in pristine condition. Ava refused to let me take them home or be responsible for them, period. Told me I’d probably sell them to a whore. My cargo shorts fall to the floor and I peel off my tank top before downing another beer. I can’t believe I’m about to put on fucking dress pants with a button up white shirt. Goddamn, I’m going to look like King Kong of the pussies gang. Thank fuck Zane will be next to me looking like the gorgeous weed he is.

  There’s a mint green tie strung around the shirt and that’s the only difference between what I’m wearing and Zane. His tie is black. Ava and Darby thoroughly instructed us on the look they wanted. Untucked shirt, rolled up sleeves, the first few buttons undone, and the tie loosely knotted. Oh, that night after we practiced putting the fancy shit on did we give those women a show stripping out of the clothes.

  Zane had a lot of making up to do after he piped off with the comment that these made the perfect stage outfits. Pretty sure the man’s face was down in the place for a good week or so. But he was right, I intend on using this next weekend at the club paired with my Ray Ban sunglasses.

  A fucking genius idea hits me as my third or fourth beer goes by.

  Rhett: I need help with this fucking tie

  Darby: Tell someone who cares

  Oh, the little shit wants it bad.

  Rhett: Fuck, I’d call Sheila but I think she’s with another guy tonight.

  Darby: Pig!

  Rhett: You want to suck it…gotta run babe, trying to put my hair up in one of those manly buns.

  I watch out the window, drinking another beer, and like fucking clockwork Darby sprints out the door and down the steps towards the barn. My cock comes to life watching her perfect tits bounce and the smile streaming across her face. The girl thinks she plays hard to get.

  “Rhett.” The door swings wide open.

  I turn to her with a beer in one hand and my other hand down the front of my boxers, rubbing my raging hard on. My longer than average hair falls to one side as I stare her down.

  Darby doesn’t speak another word while she stares at my hand covering my cock, and then finally shuts the barn door, locking it.

  “Don’t lock it. I hope someone walks in and sees me fucking the prettiest girl here.”

  She plucks a hair tie from around her wrist and slowly walks over to me. I don’t move and continue rubbing myself. Her hands thread through my hair and I fucking moan. Her touch is always electric and sends chills through me. We’ve fucked over a hundred times and it still feels brand new each time.

  Her lips land on mine as her hands work through my hair, bundling it together until it’s all off my neck. She pulls back for a second and looks into my eyes. There always seems to be so much to say between the two of us, but it’s like we're both too fucked up and scared to say a word.

  We stay nose to nose as she wraps the elastic tie around my hair, then she finally steps back and takes the drink from my hand. She’s not shy about polishing it off for me. I watch her hand gently pull up her dress and then sink below her panties. The shit is taunting me with my actions. My cock aches to be inside her.

  “You look so damn hot, Rhett.” Her voice hitches as her hand moves quicker.

  It’s erotic as hell, but frustrating at the same time because I can only see the movement of her lace panties and not the parts I want to see. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I hope she’ll drop her panties and let me watch her sink into her sweet center until her knees tremble.

  I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and give it a good squeeze, forcing back a moan and struggling to hold on to the last few bits of willpower I have. Darby’s tongue darts out and runs along the length of her lips, as I begin to stroke myself from base to tip.

  Without warning, she sinks to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. The overwhelming sensation and the buzz from the beer have me melting back onto the wall. Her fingers dig into the flesh on my ass as she sucks hard. The head hits the back of her throat several times until she pulls all the way back, lapping her tongue around my head.

  I finally have to stand her up before I fucking explode in her mouth. She knows me too fucking well and lies back on a covered bale of straw, sinking her hand right back down into her panties. Every other woman I’ve been with is all about themselves and me fucking them hard. Not Darby, she loves to tease me and pull out everything inside of me.

  “Don’t mess your hair up, baby,” I whisper, staring down at her.

  She bucks her hips up in the air, sinking deeper into herself. Darby tosses her head to the side, showcasing her flushed cheeks.

  “May I?” I ask, eyeing those sexy fucking panties.

  She only nods, giving me permission to drag them down her legs. I fucking want to rip them off of her in one tear and sink balls deep in her, but I’ll let her put on this show. It will only make the fucking outcome that much more delicious. My knuckles graze down the sides of her legs as I pull off the only barrier left between us.

  She has two fingers rubbing circles on her swollen clit.

  “Watch me, Rhett,” she moans out. “You make me feel beautiful when you watch me.”

  I don’t take my fucking eyes off of her as I sink down to my knees. My palm runs up her abdomen splayed out while my other hand spreads her legs further apart.

  “Stroke your cock, Rhett.”

  I shake my head side to side. “No, this is about you, baby.”

  Slowly, she sinks one finger deep inside of her. Easily she finds a rhythm riding her hand. I place my hand on top of hers, applying pressure on her palm and making sure the perfect amount of friction is on her clit. She adds another finger into the pounding movement and begins to moan and roll her hips even faster, and right when she’s about to cum, I pull her fingers from her.

  “Rhett.” She perches up on her elbows.

  With both hands, I spread her legs wider and then lift them over my shoulder. “This is mine and I will please it.”

  I take my time sinking lower to her until my nose is at her entrance, teasing her. Her sweet smell is too much of a temptation causing my tongue to dart out and lap her up. My teeth nip at her and then I finally circle her bud while pushing two fingers inside of her.

  She doesn’t moan this time, but screams out my name as I work her over. The insides of her legs squeeze my head and her hands pull on my hair as she rides out her orgasm on my face. It’s never enough and even though I know she’s done, I take a few more drinks of her before standing up.

  “Did you mess up my fucking man bun?” I ask with a smirk on my lips.

  Darby giggles and nods her head.

  “Well then, I better fuck you hard.”

  She bites down on her bottom lip in anticipation.

  I pull her up to my chest until I have her in my arms with her wet opening over my erection. Her hands lace into my hair and lips crash down on mine. I readjust the hold on her legs, steadying her. Her gorgeous brown eyes tell me the sweetest story as she stares back at me. Fuck, how long am I going to be able to lie to myself before she owns my soul?

  I ease her down slowly on my cock, relishing how she feels. It’s a fucking drug and I’m addicted. She pulls back when we are fully connected.

  “Did you say that my pussy is yours?”

  Her typical playful smile and smartass tone are vacant. She’s fucking serious right now and I can only find the courage to nod. I want to say so much more like I’m fucking falling in love with her, but I don’t. I win her over with sex. It’s my specialty.

  I start out slow and then pick up the pace, bouncing her up and down on my dick. Her tight pussy grips around me perfectly.

  “Rhett. Rhett. Oh. My. God. Rhett!” she screams as her release hits her. I’m not long behind her sinking in balls deep.

  “This is yours, too, Darby,” I grit out between my teeth, knowing it’s as close to the truth as I can say.

  Her lips crash onto mine and I pick up the speed, pounding her down on my cock and spill into her.


  3

  Darby

  “Did you guys just seriously fuck?” Ava hollers across the living room.

  I shrug. “I blame it on the man bun.”

  “The man bun?”

  “Just chill out. We both needed to relieve some tension.”

  “Well me too, but my nipples are so damn chapped from nursing and pumping, and I’m so fucking tired from staying up all hours of the night, I couldn’t even get some action if I tried.”

  “That’s why I bought Zane the number one selling pocket pussy.”

  “You did?” Her face reddens with anger.

  “Jesus, don’t blow a gasket, sister.” I walk over to her and wrap her in a hug. “Just calm down.”

  “Shit, I was just a bridezilla, huh?”

  “An epic one, but I still love you.” I squeeze her tighter. “You get to go enjoy two nights away with Zane. Rhett’s mom and I have Charlie.”

  “I don’t think I can leave her.”

  “You’ll be a mile down the road, dumbass, humping your gorgeous husband.”

  “But…” She trails off. “You smell like sex and I need that smell back in my life.”

  “Atta girl.”

  I step back and admire Ava in her mermaid wedding dress. Most brides are beautiful on their wedding day, but not my best friend. She’s simply stunning. Her hair is braided back into a low messy bun with a pearl headband holding back all of her hair. Her rich olive skin is the perfect compliment to her white dress.

  “Did you really buy him a pussy pocket?”

  I can’t help but laugh out loud when she fucks up the name. “You’ll never know.”

  I pull our two bouquets from the fridge and hand Ava hers that’s full of yellow roses. At least a dozen golden roses grouped together with baby breath and a wild purple flower. You’d think the fucker would weigh twenty pounds but it’s surprisingly light.

  “You ready, Momma?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

  Ava only nods as a few silent tears begin to well up.

  “No, you don’t,” I warn her, tossing my bouquet to go grab a Kleenex. “No crying or ruining your perfect make-up.”

  She snags the tissue and carefully dabs at her eyes.

  “What’s wrong? Are you not ready?” I ask.

  “After having Charlie, and being loved by Zane and his grandpa, I just can’t understand how my own parents have turned their backs on me. Charlie is just a newborn, but there’s no way I could even begin to think about not being there for her.”

  “Do not, and I repeat, do not,” I get right in her face, “let those fuckers ruin one of the most important days of your life.”

  “I mean, even Chloe left us for that lifestyle.”

  “Ava, you can choose to let them have power over you, poisoning your future or you can let it go and embrace the ones who truly love you.”

  I race into the kitchen and return with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. I fill both of them up to the brim and hand her one.

  “To the future Mrs. Ava Rivers, may your life be filled with glorious, toe curling sex, lots of laughter, and love from Zane. Charlie will be your angel forever and I’ll never leave your side. I love you, Ava.”

  We clink glasses and down the shot. Ava pours another one and downs it without warning.

  “Good thing I’ve been pumping like a damn dairy cow.” A smile spreads across her face. “Thank you, Darby, I love you.”

  A fresh set of tears forms in her eyes.

  “Knock it the fuck off. No damn crying.” I stomp my foot. “But I love you, too.”

  I go outside to make sure everyone is in place. Rhett’s mom is seated in the front row with little Charlie, and Rhett’s dad is under the archway in the pasture. He’s going to be marrying the two of them.

  A low whistle from the bottom of the steps grabs my attention and makes my knees go weak. Zane and Rhett are standing there both with shades on, all dressed, and sipping a beer together. Rhett’s man bun is still firmly in place and makes my insides squirm with all sorts of need. It’s barely long enough to pull up, leaving some strands hanging down the back of his neck.

  Oh god, that smile of his can melt panties. It’s so genuine, carefree, and full of spirit. His short, trimmed, and dark beard frames his strong jaw line perfectly. My vision wanders down to the sleeve of tattoos peeking out under his rolled up sleeve.

  “Looking mighty fine, men,” I offer, even though my vision has only soaked up Rhett in the past few seconds.

  Rhett slowly walks up the steps until he’s standing on the second one, right in front of me. The vantage point makes it easy for me to wrap my arms around his neck and smile down at him.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Darby.” Rhett reaches up and lays a tender kiss on me.

  It’s in moments like these all my worries and anxieties disappear. I don’t think about that night by the train or worry about my future. It’s just the charming man standing in front of me.

  “Thanks. Not bad yourself.” I wink down at him while caressing the back of his neck.

  He quickly bites down on my bottom lip, tugging on it gently before he presses one more demanding kiss on me. He steps up to the deck and pushes me up against the house. He makes sure to thrust his hard cock into me. His large palm cups one side of my face. The energy between us is potent, wrapping both of us up in a vortex of danger.

  It takes me several seconds to regain a sense of control. Any other time and any other place, I’d let him sweep me off my feet fuck each and every single one of my worries away. My palms gently push back on his shoulders until he gets the hint.

  “Easy, Tiger, our best friends are getting married.” I brush my lips across his, trying to soak up all of his taste.

  “I’m no weatherman, but you can expect a few inches tonight.” Rhett uses his thumb to brush at the corners of his lips while stepping back from me.

  I shake my head at his ridiculous comment and feel the throb between my legs intensify. It was his goofy-ass personality that initially attracted me to him and then he dazzled me with his glorious cock. I’m pretty much a goner, even if I don’t want to admit it.

  “Get. You have a job to do.” I swivel him around by his shoulders and point down to Zane. “See you at the altar, Weatherman.”

  The most perfect view of Rhett’s ass delights my vision as he struts away in his very sexy outfit. I’m pretty sure it’s the man bun that nearly throws me into a full blown orgasm. Besides Ava, Chloe, and a few other girlfriends I bonded with in college, I’ve never felt loved like Rhett makes me feel. But the sad thing is, I’m not even sure if it’s love or his healthy joystick.

  I shake the thoughts away when I see the two men hug Rhett’s dad and stand under the archway with him. I know it’s Zane’s day, but it’s King Man Bun who has my full fucking attention. When the music cues, I open the door to the house.

  “Your day has arrived, Momma.” I turn to see Ava standing in front of me.

  Her tears have all vanished, and left behind a beaming and smiling bride.

  “Thank you so much for this, Darby.” She steps up to me and crooks her arm.

  “Anything for you, Whore.” I link my arm in hers.

  “Be serious, asshole, I swear no more tears, but Darby out of everyone from my past, you’re the only one here for me. I love you so much.” Something cold slips on my middle finger.

  When I look down, it’s a thick silver band with a simple sun and in the center is a diamond.

  “Never forget how bright you truly can shine, Darby, never underestimate yourself and always know you mean the world to me.”

  The tears are now haunting me. I force them back like I’ve learned to so many damn times in my life and just smile back at my best friend. She understands my silence. When the song changes, I know it’s our cue to walk down to the archway.

  The sun is just setting, casting a gorgeous orange and pink hue down onto the pasture. The small gathering rises when they hear the song. It�
��s mostly men from Rhett and Zane’s work, and Grandpa’s old nurses.

  Zane covers his mouth when we round the corner, locking eyes with his future wife, and I can’t blame the man because she’s a sight to see. I peek over to her every few seconds and can tell from her facial expression that’s she’s in awe as well.

  The music cuts and Rhett’s dad clears his throat. My focus goes in and out for his first few lines. My mind goes back to the night I killed Oliver, then bounces back to Ava’s words as I began to walk her down the aisle. Life is a cruel joke. Not even fair at times, Ava is by far one of the best people I’ve ever met, yet, only has a handful of people in this world to lean on.

  Someone clears their throat, bringing me back to the present. I knew it was Rhett and look over to him. He nudges his head towards his dad.

  “Who gives this woman away?”

  I’m not quite sure, but I’m pretty damn certain that wasn’t his first time asking.

  “Her best friend does.” I kiss her on the cheek, and wait for her to hand me her bouquet and then stand behind her.

  Rhett is the only one standing behind Zane as well. The shining silver on my finger distracts me from the ceremony. I keep staring down at it and then up to Rhett. Every time he catches me staring at him, he sends a sly wink my direction.

  Is he my forever or just another fling?

  The aching twinge in my heart tells me something I’m not sure I’m ready to face. I’ve honestly never been in love or really committed in a long-term relationship. I’ve lived life to the fullest, never choosing to be tied down. I flowed with the wind and relished each adventure. But the pain in my heart right now feels damn good.

  This time when I look up from the ring, Rhett is staring back at me. He doesn’t wink this time and only stares at me with a blank expression covering his features. His dad’s voice fills the air, hypnotizing the mood in the pasture. A small smile spreads across Rhett’s face and a light grows brighter in his eyes.

  I know it’s Ava and Zane’s day, but whatever is bouncing back and forth between Rhett and I is more than lust and hormones. I bite down on my bottom lip and know this is the moment where I have to decide to jump off the cliff, falling into Rhett or run from this.