FILTHY (Reckless #2)

by HJ Bellus

  “12:45.”

  “I’ll be there, Rhett.”

  “Thanks. I love ya, Zane.”

  “Love you too, brother. Keep us updated.”

  “Will do. I’ll have Darby call Ava later.”

  “She’d love that.”

  We both hang up and I flop back on the bed. Darby’s been in the shower for nearly an hour, and I give her time even when I hear her sobs. I know she’s trying to wash it all away even though that’s impossible. She’s so fucking strong, I can’t even begin to comprehend the different emotions she’s experiencing.

  I check the gun to make sure it’s loaded and out in the open, then scroll my phone, checking the shit storm ensuing on the political pages. Her parents’ lawyer made a statement and promised a press conference shortly. He reassured the public over and over again it was all lies. He brought out Darby’s past and her wild tendencies, pegging her as a spoiled child who was just pissed at her parents cut her off last summer.

  Rage controls me. An overpowering feeling that consumes me, making it hard to control. I want nothing more to drive up to their manicured mansion and blow both their brains out, but then I’d be leaving Darby like a duck sitting open on a pond. There’s only one way to let out this tension and that’s fucking my girl.

  I rap lightly on the door and then push it open. “Can I come in?”

  “Yeah,” she hollers over the pelting shower.

  I strip down naked and step in with her, wincing at the boiling water raining down on us. It doesn’t stop me from wrapping her up in my arms, pulling her to my chest. When her perfect tits hit my flesh, I inhale a sharp breath. I’ll never have enough of her.

  “You okay, baby?” I wipe her matted bangs from her face.

  “I’m better now, Rhett. Always better wrapped up in your arms.”

  “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

  “For?” She quirks an eyebrow up at me.

  “I need to fuck you hard, then I’m going to carry you to bed and lick that pussy until you’re screaming out my name. Then I’ll make the sweetest love to you.”

  “Mmmmm,” she moans out, squeezing her eyes tight. “I need that.”

  She sinks to her knees, grabbing the base of my cock and squeezing it tightly.

  “I’m already hard for you. Get up here.”

  She rolls her head side to side, letting her lips graze the tip of my cock. Pre-cum instantly beads up. Her tongue darts out, lapping it up.

  “I want this.” She wraps her lips around my head and sucks hard, then makes a popping sound. “I want to suck you off.”

  “I can’t argue with that.”

  She runs her nails underneath my dick from base to tip several times before wrapping her lips around me again. She takes me all the way in until I’m hitting the back of her throat. Then she sucks back hard, causing my balls to tighten. Only a few more times of that and I’ll be blowing my load like a horny teenage boy.

  Her hands cup my balls, rolling them over and over, while her mouth fucks my cock like she never has.

  “Slow down.” I growl out.

  She shakes her head side to side, continuing to work me over until my cock is pulsing and an orgasm hits me so hard I feel the sharp pain up my spine. Darby doesn’t quit sucking as she drinks all of me, even cleaning my cock free of the release.

  I fall back on the shower wall trying to steady myself.

  “You like?” She purrs, making her back of my body.

  “You just ruined me.”

  “Good.” I watch her fingers snake down to her center until they disappear inside of her. Darby throws her head back, moaning as she rolls her clit in between strokes.

  “Hot, so fucking hot.” I grab her hip but don’t distract her. “Fuck yourself, baby.”

  She moans louder, sinking her fingers deeper inside herself. I could watch her work herself over all day. I love control and dip my mouth to her budded nipple, biting down on it. She screams.

  “Help me.” Darby barely gets out. “Put your fingers in with mine.”

  I don’t hesitate and sink a finger inside with her. I let her control the tempo and smile when I feel her sweet pussy grip my finger. I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her orgasm as she screams it out.

  I pull away with a satisfied smile. “You ruined my plan.”

  “Isn’t that why you love me?” She smiles back at me.

  “Yes, it is, baby.” I kiss her quickly and turn of the shower. “But now I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to beg me to stop.”

  “I dare you.”

  I pull her from the shower and pack her to the bed. I toss her back on the bed and pluck the scarf lying on top of her bag.

  “Wrists.”

  Her eyebrows shoot up in curiosity, but she holds out both of her wrists, willing and trusting. I tie them behind her back and then spread her legs while she sits up.

  “I told you I needed to taste you.”

  I dip my head between her legs, licking up the inside of her thighs until my nose is nuzzling in her delicious center. I lap her up from clit to asshole and then add fingers to it while sucking down hard on her clit. I’m going to make her cum fast and hard.

  “Rhett, I need to touch you.”

  I only respond with a graze of my teeth on her bud and then suck hard, feeling her fall apart on my mouth. I turn her over on her belly, pulling her ass back to me. I make sure her face is turned to the side. I kiss each one of her fingers, pulling the last one in my mouth and sucking it hard.

  My hands runs through her soaked pussy and drag her juices up to her asshole. I sink my thumb into it as I push into her pussy. It’s the one place I haven’t owned of her until now. Darby moans and squirms under my touch.

  “Relax, baby, I won’t hurt you.”

  I feel her hips go lax and I begin to move in and out of her keeping my thumb still. In a matter of moments she begins pushing back on me as much as her body allows. I fuck her harder and faster growling out my pleasure. My thumb begins to move in her as well and her pussy locks around my cock, sending me way too soon into the fates of my orgasm.

  “Go, Darby, go.”

  “Rhett. Oh my god.” Her hips buck back on me harder and faster and then screams out.

  I follow her, releasing inside of her and then collapsing on her back. I’m aware enough not to hurt her, but have to take a breather to collect my thoughts.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She nods her head against the mattress. “In the best way possible, Rhett.”

  I lean back up on my knees, and slowly untie the scarf from her wrists and roll her over on her back. I remain straddled above her drinking in her beauty from her flushed cheeks.

  “You liked being tied up?” I stretch out a kink in my neck.

  “I more than liked it.”

  “Good.” I lean down, she wraps her legs around my hips and we are mouth to mouth. “I want you tied to our head board with your legs spread wide open for me. I’ll take all of you. Consume every single piece of you.”

  “Promise?” She taps my nose.

  “Double dog dare promise and cross my cock.”

  Darby’s sincere bout of laughter vibrates of my chest and it’s the favorite thing about her.

  “I missed your laughter.”

  She reaches up and kisses me tenderly. “I missed laughing.”

  24

  Rhett

  Sleep is a stranger to me. After convincing Darby to order pizza and the side effects it has on me we dined and she passed out naked in my arms. I made love to her like promised and relished every single second of it.

  Her long curls tangle around my arms with her body cupped to mine. I watch the blaring red numbers tick by on the alarm clock perched on the night stand. Only four more hours until I take her back home. My nerves react to every creak and odd sound I hear. My body refuses to fall asleep. I can’t be off guard. The gun lays on the nightstand loaded and ready to be used.

  God, I love this woman.
I send out a silent prayer over and over again to get us home safe, and to leave Darby’s past in the past where it belongs. I never shared the content of the vile Internet with her, but the cold fact is her dad is out for vengeance. The motherfucker will have a six foot, two hundred pound, solid brick house to break through before even thinking about getting revenge.

  I’m not sure when it happens, but my eyelids slowly flutter shut and I only see Darby in our home dressing up in a new and very stylish dress from her last photo shoot for her fashion blog. Her palms press down the sexy edges of the red dress and she smiles at herself in the mirror. She knows I’m watching her but doesn’t stop admiring her perfect figure in the mirror.

  I remain leaned up against the door jam in boxers with my arms crossed over my chest. It takes all my strength not to tear that piece of art off her body and devour her. I let her twirl and giggle and then slip on the perfect pair of heels to go with the dress. I admire her ass as she bends over digging through a bin of wallets. She calls them clutches, but their fucking fancy wallets for women.

  A barely hint of the bottom of her perfect ass peeks from the dress as she digs through the bin. I want to palm those ass cheeks, until I’m able to kneel behind her eating her sweet pussy out and she’s cumming on my mouth.

  But I remain still, admiring her in her full glory. She squeals when she pulls a black, fancy ass woman wallet from the bin. It looks like the rest of the fuckers, but something about it makes her outfit perfect.

  She stands again, straighten out her dress, holding her wallet under arm, and smiles at her reflection. She mouths words, but no sound comes out. I hear them perfectly reading her lips in the mirror.

  “I love you, Rhett. I’ll always love you. I’m sorry.”

  With the last word she begins to slowly fade in front of my eyes. The perfect silhouette of her backside fades into nothing.

  “I’m sorry.” She mouths again.

  With her last words she’s gone. I panic and rush to the mirror, grasping the thin air. She’s gone.

  I bolt upright in the bed scrambling to find her in the bed, but she’s gone. I yell her name, then scream over and over. I rush into the bathroom and she’s not there. Back out in the room the sheets lay crumpled on the bed with no Darby.

  “Darby.”

  I swing open the door to the outside. The morning sun is up and the parking lot is near vacant. No Darby in sight.

  I bust back inside throwing on a pair of a jeans over my naked cock. A note on the bed catches my attention.

  “Went for coffee. I have the gun. I love you, Rhett, forever. Never forget that.”

  Her words scrawled on the note coupled with my dream sends horror through me. I swing the door open, the doorknob busting through the drywall and come chest to chest with Darby. Before I have the chance to rip into her ass, she spews out words.

  “He’s here. He’s following me and has men with him. They’re thugs.”

  She rushes past me and picks up the phone, dialing a number before I can comprehend anything.

  “Did he hurt you?” I wipe the confusion from my forehead.

  “He’s here for me,” she yells in a panicked voice. “I need help. I’m at the Wellington Hotel by the airport. Send help he’s going to kill me.”

  I’m by her side and holding her up. Her whole body shakes in fear, and I’m still trying to put all the puzzle pieces together while mentally scolding myself for drifting asleep. The front of her shirt is covered in wet coffee. I lift the hem while keeping her side pressed to my chest and see her scalded skin. She’s burned.

  “Hurry, he’s going to kill me.”

  “Darby.” I try to get her to focus on me but fear grips her.

  I hear someone bust through the cracked door and come face to face with who I assume is her father followed by two large men. The phone drops from her clenched hand. Reacting quickly, I pick it up and place it on the nightstand not disconnecting the call.

  “Get out of here now.” I point at him, putting Darby behind me. “The cops are on the way.”

  I make sure to talk loud enough that the dispatcher can hear me. It comes easily with the threat he places before me.

  “I told you that you’d regret leaking this Darby.”

  “Out,” I roar causing his two wingmen to step closer to us. Satan doesn’t seem affected as waltzes over to us. The fucker thinks he’s invincible.

  “You’ll go on the news at ten taking everything back.”

  I don’t give Darby a chance to respond, keeping her tucked behind me in safety. “She won’t and you will leave now.”

  I thump his chest with my finger, forcing him to take a few steps back. The brutes lunge for me but he holds a hand up, waving them back.

  “Found a piece of white trash to believe in you, Darby?”

  “Shut the fuck up.” My voice offers no hints of pleasantry.

  “Does he know how big of a whore you are?”

  I lose it. Lose all sense of composure when he talks about Darby, knowing the hell he’s put her through. I react without thinking out the consequence and swing my right arm until my knuckles collide into his jaw. It crunches and I’m fueled to kill the motherfucker. I ignore the fact I just left Darby wide open and also the two giants coming at me.

  Uppercut to his groin and then another wild swing that collides with his pretty face. I feel the punches on my ribs, but the pain doesn’t hinder me, only adds to the fire. Darby’s screams fill the air, but I don’t stop until I have both of my hands wrapped around his throat and squeeze the fucking life out of him.

  He will never hurt my girl again.

  “Rhett.” Her voice distracts me for a moment and when I look back to her, I feel the cold gun metal pressed to my temple and see her shaky hands pointing a gun at her father.

  One of his muscle men have me on the ground with the barrel to my head, and I laugh like an evil maniac. They can blow my brains out as soon as I know Darby will be safe forever.

  “Shoot him, Darby.” I smile at her. “Pull the trigger.”

  “No.” Her whole body trembles. “They’ll shoot you.”

  “It’s worth it. Kill the fucker. Close your eyes and squeeze.”

  “Put down the guns.” A voice from behind us comes. “Guns down and hands up now.”

  The voice is demanding and I turn ever so slightly and see the badges and squad of officers behind us.

  I turn back to Darby and nod to her, never breaking eye contact. She shakes her head side to side.

  “Shoot them both now!” her father hollers scooting out of the tangled web.

  I see the flash of the gun near my temple and then hear another shot fired towards Darby. The gun in her wobbly hands fires and her father falls back to the ground.

  “Rhett.” She drops the gun and races over to me, ignoring the officer’s warnings. More gun fire goes off and she falls on my chest.

  “He shot you.” She presses her hand somewhere on my body. I’m not able to tell where, I just feel her.

  “I’m so proud of you, baby.” I fight to raise my hand, but it doesn’t cooperate. Tears well up in my eyes because I just want to hold her face one last time.

  “No. No. No No.” She frantically screams over and over.

  “It’s okay, baby, he won’t hurt you again. And remember, I love you forever.”

  The taste of mercury bubbles up in the back of my throat. Darby holds me tighter to her through all the confusion.

  “Go, baby, you have my love forever.”

  “No.” She wails out.

  Everything goes black. My time with Darby reels back through my mind from the first time we had sex, to her loud laughter, through all of our fights, and the love we found in each other. Her smiling face clutched in my hands as I tell her I love her fades away slowly. No matter how hard I scramble to hold the image it drifts away.

  25

  Darby

  I run my fingers along his name printed on the large headstone. A steady trail of tears
run down my face and a soft chuckle escapes. Of course, the asshole would have the biggest headstone in the cemetery. I lie on my side and drape my arm over the cold grass, willing his body to be underneath me.

  It’s been months since Rhett was buried, and the sting of waking up without him hurts worse each morning I wake up. I can’t live without him and I’m still in shock he’s actually gone. Ava and Zane help me through the days, but I’m not living.

  “Why did you leave me, Rhett, why? Come back to me.” The silent tears turn into sobs. The heavens open up and rain down on me, soaking my dress. Life isn’t fair. It just isn’t fair. I cover my swollen belly and sit up. The anger hits me hard.

  “You can’t be gone. I can’t do this. We are having a baby, Rhett.” I scream and punch the ground.

  I’m not supposed to raise my blood pressure, but fuck that, it raises every second of my day without Rhett. I held his dying body and tried covering the bullet holes, but there was too much blood. His blood was all over me. His last words still haunt me. He knew he was dying and he let me go.

  “You fucker,” I scream and throw a clot of grass at his headstone. “I can’t let you go. I hate you, Rhett, I hate you for leaving me.”

  I hate you God. I really fucking hate you. I hate everything and everyone. I want to die and float up to the heavens with Rhett. I feel pressure pushing down on my shoulder and I know it’s Rhett. He’s trying to reassure me to go on, but he doesn’t understand.

  I place my hand on top of my shoulder knowing his spirit is with me, even though I can’t see him.

  “I can’t do this without you, Rhett, I can’t,” I whisper into the raindrops.

  “Darby.” My whole body shakes. “Darby, it’s a nightmare. Wake up!”

  I pry my eyes open and fight to unkink my neck. I’m curled up in a tiny chair in a sterile waiting room.

  “You were having another nightmare.” Ava cradles me in her arms.

  “Is he out of surgery?”

  She shakes her head side to side and hugs me tighter. I notice Zane is still pacing the tiny waiting room.