FILTHY (Reckless #2)

by HJ Bellus

  Ava’s eyes light up. “Holy shit, Darby.”

  “I know.”

  “He’s like your first real official boyfriend. I mean, we all know you were a whore, but never committed.”

  “What can I say?” I shrug a shoulder. “This foul-mouthed sexy as fuck stud swept me off my feet.”

  I turn to Rhett again, who is tense and staring to the other side of the restaurant. I kiss his cheek and get his attention. “I love calling you my boyfriend.”

  “I love you, too, Darby, I love you so much.” His lips meet mine and lay a punishing kiss on them.

  Charlie squeaks, forcing us to pull apart and Ava scoops her from my arms. “She’s hungry. I’m going to nurse her in the bathroom. Zane goes mad with the thought of my tit being exposed in public. Jealous idiot.”

  “I’ll go with.” I bounce up from my seat. “I’ll be back.”

  The last comment is for Rhett, but he’s too pre-occupied with what’s happening on the other end of the restaurant. I don’t take time to dwell or dissect the situation and follow Ava.

  There’s a nice little lounge area inside the bathroom. She plops down on the crushed red velvet couch and whips her tit out in no time. She’s a professional at this shit, with Charlie already latched on and covered up with a light blanket.

  “You look so damn happy, Darby.”

  “I am. You know I really am, but keep catching myself wondering when the bottom will fall out.”

  “Stop. Sometime you just have to jump into the deep end of the pool head first with no life preserver.”

  “I did. I can’t wait for you to see our little house. You’ll shit your pantalones when you see the inside. Rhett did all of it.”

  “Zane told me Rhett’s madly in love with you.”

  I feel my cheeks flush and nod to her. “He is and is very vocal about it. The man protects me and loves me every single second of the day.”

  “God, Darby look at us living out our own fairytales.”

  “Fucking crazy, uh? I mean Rhett even supports me starting back up my fashion blog. It will take awhile to get a steady income flowing, but with my new sponsors it looks so promising.”

  “I hope Chloe is as happy as we are.”

  You can slice the sadness that bounces between us.

  “Me too.”

  We chat for a few more minutes until Charlie has a full belly, clean diaper, and fast asleep in her momma’s arm.

  “She’s as bad as Zane,” Ava jokes. “Gets a full belly and is out.”

  We laugh as we exit the bathroom and round the corner. We both stop when we spot a gorgeous raven-haired woman standing at our table. She’s dressed in a black fashionable dress and is standing near Rhett.

  “Who is that?” Ava whispers.

  “No clue.”

  Rhett makes eye contact with me and my stomach flips. Ava continues walking towards the table and I trail behind, not wanting to know who the woman is. Ava slides into her side of the booth easily, but the runway model that is talking to Rhett is in my way.

  I stand behind her, feeling harsh humility prick away at my skin as the seconds tick by.

  “Gia.” Rhett nods. “This is my girlfriend, Darby.”

  Rhett stands to his feet, forcing the woman backwards. When she turns to me, her smile fades quickly into a defeated look. It all happens in slow motion, as Rhett slides passed her and Gia presses her entire body against him. He’s at my side, wrapping his arm low around my waist and tugging me into him.

  She reaches out a hand to me. “Nice to meet you.”

  I tentatively shake her hand and immediately feel her cold chills race up my spine.

  “I’m Gia, Rhett’s ex-girlfriend.”

  I give her hand an extra squeeze. “Nice to meet you, Gia the ex.”

  I let go of her hand and slide into the booth, focusing on the fresh plate of piping pasta in front of me. I don’t look up to her or Rhett, or my other friends at the table. I keep the tears held back, knowing she’s far more than just an ex. Rhett doesn’t date. He’s told me that much.

  “Since I moved back from New York, I hope to be seeing you much more.”

  “Stay the fuck away from me, Gia,” he grits out. “You left me years ago and didn’t give a fuck what you destroyed. Leave me alone.”

  The tone of his voice sends chills up my spine once again. He’s pissed. No, more than pissed, he’s fucking livid. That part comforts me but at the same time it doesn’t. She once meant something to Rhett and that unsettles me. I feel the cushion of the booth dip down when he sits down.

  “I’m so sorry, Darby.”

  “About what?” I ask, turning to him.

  “Her.”

  “Oh, nothing to worry about.” I plaster on my best fake voice.

  “Stop, I can tell you’re upset.” His hand squeezes my thigh.

  “Do I have a reason to be upset, Rhett?” I know Ava and Zane are listening and more than likely uncomfortable.

  “No.”

  “Then I’m fine.” I shove a forkful of pasta in my mouth. The fucking noodles are on fire, but I don’t dare spit them out.

  “She was my high school girlfriend. We were together all four years,” Rhett says.

  “I don’t give a fuck.”

  “Jesus, Darby, I’m telling you that I fucking hate her. She had an abortion after graduation and left for New York, and I’ve never fell for another girl until you.”

  “Wow, a fucking Hallmark movie.” I throw my fork down. “Please let me out.”

  “No. Fucking listen to me,” he hisses. “I thought I loved her and that she broke my heart, until you.”

  “Wow.” I shove his shoulder.

  “I realized I never even knew what love was.”

  “Let. Me. Out.” I growl.

  “Rhett.” Zane adds. “Let her out.”

  “I’m not letting you go, Darby.”

  Zane is the first to raise his voice. “Let her out.”

  It takes Rhett a few minutes of silence before he finally stands up. I slide from the booth and stomp out of the restaurant.

  “Darby.” I hear Ava’s voice as I speed down the sidewalk, having no idea where I’m going.

  Ava finally catches up to me and grabs my hand, forcing me to stop. “What in the hell?”

  “I hate him. I’m so fucking pissed.”

  “Whoa. Whoa.” Ava wraps me up in a hug.

  “I opened my heart to the fucker.”

  “Hey now, he’s done nothing wrong.” Ava rubs her hand up and down my back.

  Just the mere touch of my best friend soothes me instantly, fading away the anger boiling inside of me.

  “You need to calm down and let him talk.”

  “He said everything. She was his first love and broke his heart.”

  “No, actually he said he thought he loved her until you. You showed him what love felt like and now you’re going to take that away because of his past?”

  I can’t answer her question right now. Why didn’t he fucking tell me about Gia? It would’ve helped, instead of being slapped by her fake tits oozing all over him in public.

  “Darby,” Rhett’s voice and I don’t look up to him, “can we talk?”

  “You need to listen to him,” Ava whispers into my ear. “Running is easy, but staying and fighting for love is difficult. Choose wisely.”

  She lets go of me, letting the chilly evening run over my skin. I finally pry my gaze from my purple toenails peeking from my sandals and up to Rhett. The defeated look on his face guts me.

  He runs hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about her.”

  I remain silent and stare into his eyes.

  “She means fucking nothing to me. I had no idea she’s back in town.” He steps closer to me and I flinch. “I hate Gia. She killed my baby.”

  He slams his hands to his chest and I feel the pain radiating from him.

  “Rhett, I honestly don’t know what to say besides the fact I feel blind
sided by you. Deep down, I believe the words coming out of you, but…”

  I can’t find the right words to finish my sentence, but he remains standing in front of me waiting.

  “Darby.” My name falls off his lips in a painful song.

  “Rhett, that scared me. I could tell she meant something to you and I’ve never seen that. It truly scares me.”

  “She doesn’t mean a thing. I hate her.”

  “You’ve never looked at another woman like that besides me. I saw the pain and memories play out on your face.”

  “You have to believe me, Darby.”

  I step in closer to him.

  “I do believe you.” I run my finger down the buttons of his shirt. “It just scared me. You’ve always only had eyes for me.”

  “I still do and always will.”

  “I know, but you have history with her. I don’t have history with anyone, but you.”

  “I’d erase her in a heartbeat from my life.” He shakes his head. “No, I wouldn’t. Want to know why?”

  I shake my head no.

  “Well, too bad, Darby.” He pulls my face to look up to him. “She brought me to you, turned me away from relationships and showed me what I thought love was. But I truly never knew love until you. I’d run from every relationship, fucking my way through life until you. It was you I was meant for.”

  A rustling noise distracts me and I look up to see Zane and Ava with our meals to go.

  “Dinner at your house?” Ava asks.

  I nod to her and then look up to Rhett. “Be patient with me. That really scared the shit out of me.”

  “I promise. I’m never letting go of you, even if I have to fucking chase you down.”

  He grabs my hand and I lean into him, winding my other hand around his arm. We are in our signature position, where it’s hard to decipher where Rhett begins and I end.

  “Rhett,” I whisper. “I’m sorry for overreacting. It’s just that…” I stop walking, forcing him to stop and know it’s time or the chance of losing him forever very may well happen one day.

  “What Darby?” He looks down with a concerned face.

  “It’s just that I love you so much. I mean like, really fucking love you. I think I fell in love with you the first night I saw you dance at Chloe’s bachelorette party. I love you, Rhett.”

  He closes his eyes shut tight and exhales. “Jesus, those three words off your sweet lips mean more to me than you’ll ever know.”

  “I’ve known for a long time that I love you, but just haven’t had the balls to speak it out loud.”

  “You’re the only fucking woman I know who has sexy balls.”

  I slap his chest and smile easily knowing my man is back. We remain silent on the drive home, following the taillights of Ava’s car. The rest of the night flows by easily with great friends, amazing food, and the gorgeous house Rhett has provided for us.

  11

  Rhett

  “This shit is insane.”

  “What are you talking about?” Zane asks while finishing off a beer.

  “She’s pissed about the toast not being toasted or the sun rising too early, and I try to accommodate her and nothing works.”

  “It’s fucking love, man.” His added chuckle makes me want to throat punch him.

  “Well, it fucking sucks dick.” Speaking of dick, I scratch my own.

  “Gia.”

  “Yep, since the night Darby met Gia shit has been all over the place.” I pause to scratch my dick again. “I try to show her in every way, but she resists, but doesn’t resist.”

  “Love fucking sucks,” Zane offers around a mouthful of pizza.

  “I just don’t know how to get through to her. Darby’s a tough cookie and tries to mask everything, but deep down I feel like shit’s going to hit the fan at any given moment.”

  “Just show her that you love her every single day.” Zane reaches for another piece of pizza. “What is the deal with Gia?”

  I shrug. Just the sound of her name makes me ill. “Nothing. Nothing, man.”

  “Think if you fully close that door it will help you move on easier with Darby?”

  “There’s nothing to close. I’m not hung up on her. In fact, I hate the bitch.”

  “Whatever you say, man. Want the last slice?” he asks, pointing to the pizza.

  “Naw.”

  I watch him down the final slice like a hungry ape.

  “You fucking expecting or what?” I ask him, finishing off my beer.

  “Going to pound the hell out of Ava. I need my energy.” He waggles his eyebrows.

  I stand up to pay before I get any more details on his pound and ground session later on with his wife. The girls are running late from shopping all day, so Zane and I decided on pizza for dinner. Darby’s texted me all day with naughty pictures and dirty words. I can’t wait to take her every way possible tonight.

  I pay the bill and tell my best friend to suck a cock before driving home. Zane’s advice isn’t lost on me about Gia. It’s a scary door to my past that does need to be slammed shut, but the thought of meeting her and peering into her dark eyes is one I don’t want to entertain. The lights are on in the shack and I know my girl is home.

  As big of a pain in the ass as she is, the two words “my girl” are too delicious to give up on her. A sexy song fills our home as I step in. I plop down on the chair right by the entry, and unlace my work boots and shimmy out of my dusty work jeans. I take my trucker hat off and hang it from the coat rack near the door, and holler out Darby’s name.

  There’s no response, I’m sure she can’t fucking hear me over the song. I decide on a shower. My cock stirs in my boxers just thinking about running into my little sex kitten. Then it stands to attention when I round the corner and stand on the threshold of our bedroom.

  Her hair is splayed out in a beautiful shower on our pillowcases. The navy blue color of the pillowcases frame her honey colored curls perfectly. My vision roams down the rest of her and I notice her eyes are softly shut with her breasts slowly rising and falling.

  I grow insanely jealous of the lacy, cheetah material cupping her glorious breasts. Her midsection is bared to me with two straps running down to the top of her panties, and then the black fucking stockings hugging her long and lean sexy legs.

  Her playlist turns sexier with each song and I’m not sure if it’s the music or the fucking want coursing through my veins. I have no idea how long I stand here studying her. She’s perfect and mine. I’ll put up with anything until I fully have every bit that makes up Darby.

  My cock screams at me to go to her and I finally listen to it, letting it guide the way. My palms press down on the mattress, indenting it.

  “Baby.”

  Darby stirs in her sleep, but never opens her eyes. I let my tongue lazily drag down her abdomen and then linger at her panty line.

  “Baby.”

  I feel her move and when I look up to her, she’s perched up on her elbows staring down at me through sleepy eyes.

  “Rhett,” she gasps out in surprise.

  I dip my tongue under her panty line, licking her from side to side until she’s squirming underneath me.

  “I tried to stay up for you, Rhett.”

  “Mmmm,” I moan and growl until words come to me. “This is perfect.”

  “No.” She reaches down, shaking her head and tries to tug me up to her. I let her guide me until we are face to face and I’m covering her soft body.

  “I bought this for you.” Her lips press into mine as she talks. “I wanted to surprise you, but fell asleep.”

  “It’s fucking sexy, baby.”

  “Rhett, I’m sorry for being so fucking crazy the last week.”

  I press my hips down into her center and smile when she spreads her legs, letting my hardened cock grind into her. Her moans of approval coax me into devouring her.

  “It’s a thank you and sorry gift all combined in one just for you, Rhett.”

  I pull my face ba
ck to read her expression and cock an eyebrow in question.

  “I’ve been a bit,” she uses her thumb and pointer finger to show me, “psychotic since running into Gia.”

  “Darby.” I let out a bated breath.

  “No.” She pushes a finger to my lips to silence me. “I need to say this and apologize. It scared the shit out of me and I honestly had no idea how to react. I’m trying to let down the typical, brush off my feelings Darby shield. I don’t want to fuck this up because I love you. This is the first time I’ve felt this way about someone. You truly get me and make me feel like a queen, and I never want to lose that.”

  “If you don’t shut up and devour my lips I’m going to explode.” My lips lightly brush against hers and then pull back. “You can never lose me, baby, well unless you don’t shut the fuck up and let me devour you right now.”

  “Deal.” Happiness sparkles in her eyes and her hands wrap around the back of my head, with her fingers lacing in my hair. “I love you, Rhett, I love you so much.”

  Her lips crash on mine, and the only sound between us is our moans and the pull of clothes. Darby has my shirt up over back and off my head. My fingers race to undo her sexy-ass bra. She brings out the inner animal in me and I don’t even take time to appreciate the naughty lingerie. Because the truth is, her in nothing but her creamy skin is sexy as fuck and nothing compares to it.

  I grind my hips down further into her, needing my dick sunk deep into her sweet pussy.

  My hands fight to tear off her panties while being conscious of not smashing her. Darby’s fingers dip below my boxers and cause me to freeze. The sensation of her flesh drifting dangerously low to my dick is an exhilarating high that compares to nothing else in this world.

  She brings her palms up to my chest and tries to push me up. I follow her movement, hoping that I know what her next action will be.

  My back falls heavily onto the mattress. Darby’s a gymnast as she snakes down my torso, letting her nails scrape down my skin.

  She tugs on my boxers and I lift my hips to help her pull them the rest of the way off. Her fingers dig into the top of my thighs, and I wrap one hand around the base of my cock and the other on the back of her head. I’m a greedy and impatient bastard, but I need her lips around me right now.