FILTHY (Reckless #2)

by HJ Bellus

  “Drink,” he orders as he sits down next to me, snaking his hand up my dress.

  I glance over to the blonde and glare her down, staking my fucking claim. Rhett follows my gaze and gives my upper thigh an extra squeeze.

  I toss down the drink knowing what’s in store for me when it’s gone. The Scotch burns going down, but is well worth the burn. Rhett orders another drink, making quick work of it. He never lets go of my leg while shooting the breeze with Kip. He ignores the bitch as she inches her way closer to us when other dancers and staff join us.

  I don’t miss a chance to stare the cunt down and lean in closer to Rhett, letting him run lazy kisses all over my bared shoulder. He growls ‘mine’ every once in awhile, not being shy about it. I love it because every time he does, the whore rolls her eyes.

  I take one final gulp of the Scotch and raise it to Rhett. “All done.”

  “About fucking time,” he growls out.

  He pulls me from the bar, and the dressing room is the last place I want him to take me, but I need him right now. We’ve fucked a dozen times in the bathroom here as well and that would be better than the dressing room, or would it?

  He begins walking down the hallway and opens the bathroom door. I tug on his hand and lead him down to the dressing room.

  “Darby.” His voice echoes in the hallway.

  I turn to him before pushing open the door. He has me pressed up to it. “I want it in here. I know you’ve fucked her in here and I don’t want that memory to taunt me every time I come here to watch you dance.”

  “Darby.” It’s a warning and I avoid it.

  My hands turns the doorknob and I creak open the door. I’m guiding him through by the hand and he’s not pleased. I pull my phone from my clutch and turn on “Umbrella”, force him to sit down on a bench, and toss my clutch next to him. He reaches over and locks the door.

  “Fuck this. Nobody gets to see you. You’re mine.”

  I ignore him and sway to the sexy song, slowly pulling down my dress until I’m left in only panties.

  “No bra?” He raises an eyebrow.

  I ignore him and continue weaving my way out of my panties.

  “Shoes on.”

  Okay, I do listen to that comment, sinking down on my knees and freeing his cock from his pants. My tongue circles the head before I take him in my mouth. His hands weave into my hair, guiding me up and down. I let my teeth glide down him and then suck hard. His grunts and growls fuel my fire to suck harder. The pounding on the door doesn’t distract me and doesn’t seem to bother Rhett either.

  I look up to him, letting his dick rest on my chin and lips. “Fuck me like you used to fuck her in here.”

  “I can’t. You’re more than she’ll ever be.”

  “Fuck me like you’ve fucked all the whores in here now, Rhett.”

  My final statement leaves no room for him to argue. He has me up on my feet and bent over the bench before my next thought can even process. He slams into me hard and with more force than he ever has. His fingers sink into my hips and I scream out loud with the power of him inside me.

  “Fuck me, Rhett, God fuck me.”

  He yanks on one of the hands holding me up and drags it back to my center.

  “Play with yourself, Darby.”

  My fingers go to my clit, rubbing it and moaning out loud and then to my center feeling him work himself inside of me.

  “This will be the last fucking mention of the whores here. I could never fuck you like them because I fucking love you, Darby. I love you like I’ve never loved before.”

  It’s his words that make me moan and urge my fingers to go faster. I’m too much of a coward to echo the words back to him. His cock pulses once, sending me over the edge into my own glory. I scream out his name with my release and he follows.

  “Oh my God, Rhett.” I rub out my orgasm and enjoy the feel of him slowly fucking me on his own fluids.

  He reaches down, pulling me up to him until my back is pressed against his chest and then wraps his arms around me. In his arms I feel everything, just like he told me that I make him feel everything. I turn my head and plant a line of kisses down his beard.

  “You’ve made it pretty damn easy to fall in love with you.” I press a light kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

  I know it’s not the three words he wants to hear, but it’s the truth and the complete truth at that.

  He brushes the hair pressed to my cheek back and mimics my kiss. “I told Ross about us and asked if I could use his office to prep for my show. He doesn’t want to lose anymore dancers and will do anything for me.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper on his lips. “I’ll try to get over this.”

  “I know it bothers you, but it’s me.”

  “And I love the me in you.” I wink.

  We both get dressed and Rhett ushers me to the ladies’ restroom, so I can fix my hair and touch up my make up. To my surprise he’s leaning on the wall outside the restroom with arms folded over his chest.

  “I need you again.” He bites his bottom lip. “You’ll never wear that out in public again.”

  “Why?” I smooth down my dress.

  “Because my dick likes your perfect body in it way too much.”

  “Good, that means I’m doing my job.”

  He pulls me into him and kisses the hell out of me before walking me to my seat at the edge of the stage.

  He gives me one more quick kiss before leaning down and whispering in my ear. “I put this show together for you and you only. I’ll be thinking about fucking those tits and pussy while up there on stage.”

  He turns before I have a chance to speak. The entire show drags by so slowly. I pull my phone and read a text from Ava that her and Zane are on their way back. I smile, actually shocked they lasted this long. Then I type out texts to Rhett.

  Me: You have me squirming in my seat

  Me: This show sucks

  Me: God, I want you.

  He never texts back, and I’m certain he’s punishing me with his fucking delicious body and surprise. Finally, I decide I could use another drink and head to the bar. I nod to Kip and he knows what I want. I’m not surprised when the whore is standing next to me.

  Kip slides my glass to me across the bar. “Rhett has all your drinks.”

  “Thanks.” I send him a quick wink.

  “Rhett is the biggest playboy in town. This won’t last long.”

  The thought of ignoring her intrigues me for a few seconds, but that doesn’t last too long. “Well, I’m the biggest playa in town, so it looks like a match made in heaven.”

  “Fucking rich girl thinking she can have whatever she wants.”

  Internally, I pass out from a fit of hysterics. She has no idea how poor I truly am. My parents cut everything off after Chloe’s wedding.

  “I guess rich pays off.” I bring my glass to my lips. “Rhett prefers my golden honey to the town trash. Guess I can’t blame him.”

  I waltz back to my table proud, knowing the cunt will never intimidate me again. Rhett made it clear he wants me and nobody else, and I believe that deep down.

  Ross entertains the crowd as the lights dim and a Rihanna song comes blaring through the speakers. Soon it’s just “Pour It Up” blaring through the speakers and a dark stage. A dim light focuses in on the center of the stage with a very-well dressed Rhett. In fact, they’re the same clothes he wore as Zane’s best man.

  I squirm in my seat when my vision lands on the man bun, then I laugh like a ridiculous schoolgirl. His hands are tucked in his pockets and as he sways to the song, he snakes his way to the edge of the stage near me. When he pulls one hand from his pocket the crowd goes wild, but I remain zoomed in on his actions. He drags his hand up the front of his shirt until it’s resting behind his head.

  Oh to be that fucking hand right now. The man is fully clothed, snaking around to the song, and has the women on their feet. His hips grind the air and he tucks his hand back in his pocket, making a bi
g deal about biting down on his bottom lip.

  Then in one quick action he pulls both hands from his pockets and tosses dollar bills up in the air, letting most of them fall on my table. My laughter continues with a shit-eating grin plastering my face. He tears his shirt from his chest, sending the club into overdrive.

  I know he’s easing his pants down until they’re off too, then he’s on his chest doing sexy push-ups and rolling over onto this back, but it’s the dollar bills that have my attention. Each one has something written on them and it takes me squinting to make it out.

  “I’m Darby’s man and only Darby’s man. Rhett+Darby=Powerhouse.”

  If I thought I was smiling before, then this must be something that Webster’s Dictionary doesn’t even have defined. When I look up, Rhett is taunting the crowd with his sexy v-line, as he pulls down his sexy underwear and I could care less. He’s mine.

  10

  Darby

  “I am not getting in the shower with you,” I holler as I concentrate and put on my mascara.

  “Please, I need help.”

  “You need mental help and I can’t help with that.”

  His deep chuckle fills our room. The only bathroom in the house is right off our bedroom. You can either walk into our bedroom or use the other way walking out into the kitchen. After several minutes of begging and pleading, Rhett finally cuts the water to the shower and steps out to dry himself off.

  Ava’s been home a week and we haven’t been able to catch up with all of us. Tonight we’re going to our favorite Italian restaurant and then having drinks back here. I’m giddy to show Ava our place. It’s the first place I can really call a home and it’s even sweeter the times Rhett is here with me.

  “Goddamn, baby.”

  “What?” I whirl around to see Rhett standing in his black boxers.

  “What are you wearing?”

  “A jumpsuit, short outfit.”

  “Holy fuck me into next year.”

  I smile and finish off my make-up, and then waltz over to him. The jumpsuit has a halter top and very short bottoms with a navy blue background and fine cream pin stripes. I’ve paired it with a chunky red, beaded necklace and flat sandals.

  “Do you like it?” I purr and run a fingernail down his chest.

  “This fashion blogger gig of yours is going to fucking kill me via constant boner.”

  He grabs my ass, hoisting me up to his chest and then throws me back onto the bed, covering my body before I have the chance to escape. He pins me down with his hands on each side of my head and then grinds down his approval.

  “We can’t.” I push up on his shoulders.

  “We can.” He winks.

  I look over to the digital alarm clock and see we only have twenty minutes to get Rhett dressed and out of here. “No, we’ll be late.”

  “I’ll be fast.” He slips the top of my suit down until both of my breasts are exposed. “I’m loving this no bra thing.”

  “Rhett, we have…”

  He stops me dead in my tracks when he takes a nipple in his mouth, biting down hard on it. My hips buck up to meet his and I’m ready to go.

  “Fast. Has to be fast.” It comes out breathy and needy.

  “I’m the man for that, baby.”

  He peels the suit the rest of the way down along with my lace panties and only rises slightly from my body to pull down his boxers. I grab the base of him as he eases back down on me and help guide him in. We both groan at the same time when he enters me. He stills for a long moment before he slowly begins moving his hips.

  “This is all I think about when I’m at work. You. Inside of you.”

  “I won’t lie. I miss you like hell when you’re gone.”

  Our lips meet and find perfect rhythm with his hips. He’s better at kissing me while making love; I’m too wrapped up in the sensations. When I try to kiss him back when he grinds down hard on my center, I explode with passion as I fall over the cliff of ecstasy. Rhett follows me with his low growls as he raises his lips from mine.

  I clutch his face in my hands and smile. “So easy loving my boy.”

  Thank God he leaves me alone when I clean up and get my clothes put back in place. I’m ready to go again, but then again I’m always ready for my Rhett. I sit in the middle right next to him as we roar down the driveway. I peer up to Ava’s and see that her little mid-size SUV is gone, so I’m assuming they’re waiting on us and I’m thankful Rhett drives like a bat of hell anywhere he goes.

  I wrap my arm around his and lay my head on his shoulder, while playing with the hem of his shorts. Times like this I just inhale his scent and let it take me over. The smell of him always consumes me, leaving me Rhett drunk. I look up to him studying the road with sunglasses on and pet his jawline.

  “I have a surprise for you,” I whisper.

  “You’re going to ride my face tonight like a cowgirl?”

  “God, Rhett, you’re too damn much.” I slap his thigh, but do love his idea. “Well, I can make that happen, but that’s not it.”

  He looks over at me over his glasses. “I’m holding you to that, Momma.”

  “I have no doubt you will.”

  He pulls into the parking lot, parking right next to Ava’s dark car. He jumps out and then holds his hand out to me just like I’m a princess. I don’t hesitate taking it, but when I’m at the edge of his seat, I pull him into me and wrap my legs around him with my arms to follow around his neck.

  “Thought we were in a hurry,” he mumbles against my lips.

  “Smartass.” I kiss him. “You know how I’ve started up my fashion blog for work?”

  “Yeah, the no bra wearing occupation and sexy as fuck clothes are much approved.”

  I smile on his lips. “I love how supportive you are of my career. I built a website for you, too.”

  “Like a porno one?” he asks, with a huge smile.

  “Rhett, are you ever serious?”

  “Not when it comes to you and sex.”

  “I made you a website called, Westburn Wood for your woodwork and you already have three orders for a table like the one in our living room.”

  “You are kidding, right?” All joking tones have dissipated in his voice.

  “I’m not. You are so fucking talented Rhett and I want the world to know.”

  He cups my face in his hand and I swear tears well up in his eyes. “Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.”

  “No thanks needed.”

  He pulls me from the truck and hand in hand we walk into the restaurant. He pulls open the door and then leans down to whisper in my ear.

  “Darby, I’m not going to be able to understand all that website shit.”

  I know exactly what he’s referring to and reassure him until there’s no doubt left lingering in his mind. We’re both in the restaurant waiting to be seated.

  I wrap both of my arms around his neck, stick my tongue down his throat, and then pull back. “Good thing your secretary is addicted to your dick and filthy mouth.”

  “Fuck, woman,” he growls.

  “How many tonight?” We both turn to a teenage girl holding a pile of menus.

  “We’re with some other people. I think they may be here,” Rhett responds.

  And just then I spot Ava waving her arm and Zane standing to come get us.

  “We are with them.” I point towards Zane, who is on a mission to get to us.

  “Okay, go ahead.” She holds an arm out.

  Zane approaches as if his ass were on fire.

  “Do you fucking ever answer your phone?” he growls.

  Rhett pats down his pockets, feeling for something. “Shit, must have forgot it at home. Darby distracted me with her tits.”

  He slaps my ass and I grab his hand, leading him back to Ava. Zane follows and I can tell he’s whispering something to Rhett, and I’m sure it’s some manly shit. A bungee cord effect happens next when I continue to walk and Rhett stops dead in his tracks, yanking me back.

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��What in the hell?” I ask, looking back at him.

  “Nothing,” Rhett answers quickly then grabs me by the hips, guiding me to the table with his chest pressed against my back.

  “Ava,” I holler and wrap her up in a hug. “Oh my god, I miss you so much.”

  “Darby, I thought you died.” She giggles.

  “You’re not that lucky,” I joke.

  “Has Rhett kept you tied up over there?”

  “Partially,” I admit, pulling back from her. “I’ve started up my fashion blog again and even have a few sponsors.”

  “Darby, that’s great.” Ava gives me another big hug before nuzzling into Zane’s side.

  We are seated in a cozy corner booth. Rhett’s perched on the end, so I cuddle up in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “You okay, baby?” I ask.

  “I am now,” he says nuzzling in my neck.

  Ava and I chat it up, while the men study the menu and each other. The vibe is off and I’m not quite sure why, but I’m so damn excited to see my best friend that I ignore the feeling. We all order and enjoy wine before little Charlie squeaks from her carrier.

  “Mine,” I announce, bouncing up to gobble her up in my arms. “I swear she’s grown in just a week.”

  “I know,” Ava wipes her bangs from her eyes. “She’s latched to the tit non-stop.”

  “Just like her daddy,” Rhett pipes up.

  “Must suck sharing,” I add.

  “Jesus, you two are quite the pair,” Zane pipes up. “Match made in heaven.”

  His compliment makes me blush.

  Rhett has been more vocal about us than I have been, so I see the perfect window of opportunity to show him how much I love him. “Has he told you?” I ask.

  “Told me what?” Zane asks. “I mean, besides that his dick is eight inches.”

  “That we made it official.” I turn and peck him on the cheek, shielding Charlie’s little head. “Rhett is off the market and I’m the lucky lady.”