Dirty Hands: Blue Collar Bad Boys (Down N' Dirty in Love Book 4)

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by Sadie May


  The problem was my sister didn’t trust me to take care of myself and she’d hinted that I should call Derek to come bail me out. Granted, I hadn’t shared a lot of the details about my break up. She had her hands full. But still, she knew we broke up. And I would never take anything from that asshole again.

  My mom dated guys like Derek too. Rich and charming; they took her on vacations and made her feel like shit. But I wasn’t making those same mistakes. No way.

  I open the door to my room and Liam and Noah file in. What category did these two fall in? Were they that kind of mistake?

  Somehow I didn’t think so. I know we fucked last night but they would be fixing my car even if I hadn’t. I couldn’t help but feel they wanted to lift me up, not put me down.

  “Sorry about that,” I mutter tightening my messy bun. Liam’s eyes wander to my tits, and I realize I am sticking them out. All thoughts of Derek leave my head as I think about their hands on my body. God I want to feel them again already.

  Noah steps up to me. “Who did you not want coming to get you?”

  I swallow. Damn. I’d just forgotten. “My ex.”

  I swear Liam growls. “Your ex? Your sister wants to call your ex?”

  “She’s worried I need to be saved.” I shrug. “I’d be mad but she’s probably right. I mean, I am being saved. Just not by the douchebag, Derek.” Then, I can’t help it, I flop on the bed. “The thing that pisses me off is why can’t I seem to save myself? Why do I need to be rescued? I’m fucking trying to do it right, you know?”

  I’ve tossed my hands over my face but their silence has me peeking out from between my arms.

  First of all, they look like they want to devour me. If Margie wasn’t right below us, I’d strip right now. The numbness from a good fuck would be amazing. But they also look guilty.

  “We didn’t mean to take your independence away,” Liam finally whispers. “When we found you, we just wanted to help.”

  “Are you kidding me?” I sit back up. “You are not to blame. I am to blame. It was dumb to drive my shit car up here. I make bad decisions.”

  Noah kneels down in front of me then. “I am so glad you did.” His hand twines into my hair and then he’s leaning in to place his lips on mine in a soft kiss. “You wanted to be with family on a holiday. That’s not a bad decision.”

  “There’s a job at the hospital in the next town.” Liam is behind me, his hands stroking up and down my back. “Pay is pretty good, it’s cheap to live here and we can keep your car running while you save money.”

  “You’d be making it with just a little help,” Noah adds, kissing me again.

  I close my eyes and sink back into Liam while Noah starts kissing a trail down my neck. I’ve got to be honest, their plan sounds amazing. I could have my own place, a good job, a little help when I needed it, my sister close, but not too close, and amazing sex. That part was really important. “Would we keep doing this?” I am practically purring, my hands running up the taut muscles of Noah’s back.

  “Hell, yes,” Liam growls behind me, his hand coming to my chin to turn my face so that he can take my lips.

  When he lets me up for air, Noah’s bright blue eyes are looking into mine. “Do you want to keep doing this?” He threads his fingers through mine. “I’m not going to lie, we do, but our offer of help is separate.”

  “Yeah, I do,” I whisper.

  He gives me a gorgeous grin. “Can I ask you something else?”

  I nod.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  He may as well have dumped a bucket of cold water on my head. I try to jump but Liam holds me against him.

  “Relax,” Liam whispers in my ear.

  Shit shit shit. “I’m not,” I croak. “It’s been so long that I went off the pill months ago.” My eyes bug out. “You both came inside me… what if…”

  Liam is kissing my neck and Noah takes my lips. “Then we’ll figure it out. We’re all adults.”

  “But let’s get you back on the pill,” Liam grunts between kisses. “We’ll wrap for now but I love the feel of you too much to make that a regular thing.”

  I nod. A knock at the door interrupts us. “You all right in there?” Margie calls.

  “Yep. Be right out,” I reply, though Liam and Noah show no signs of letting me up. In fact, somewhere along the way, Noah settled his hips between my legs and as he kissed me again, his cock pressed against my pussy, our jeans only adding to the friction.

  I’m still cradled against Liam and he slides a hand under my ass, lifting me to press harder into Noah. Damn, I see stars behind my eyelids as he swirls his hips against me. I’m biting his shoulder to keep from moaning, afraid Margie is still at the door.

  Then I come and I have no idea what noises I make. But as I go limp, I hear them both chuckling. “I’ve got an idea,” Noah is pulling me up finally. “Get in the shower. Liam can finish the carburetor while I take you over to the hospital.”

  “Today?” I ask, my eyes blinking back into focus.

  “Why not? It will help smooth things with your sister, I bet, if she knows you’re moving here and that you have a job.”

  Well, that is great idea. “What about Margie?”

  “I’ll deal with her while you are in the shower.” Noah grins.

  My smile is back. So is that carefree easy feeling that things are finally going right. I could get a job here. Have a car that ran, a decent place to live in, and a few friends to help me out, friends with some serious benefits.

  Chapter Seven

  Liam

  Don’t get me wrong, that went well. She’s looking for a job here, going to move to New York and work one town away.

  But it feels a little off. Like we were so casual about it all. Yeah, we’re going to have sex. But it’s all going to be laid back and chill.

  Now I am all for a woman having a job, making money, spending it however she wants. Fuck, she can spend a bunch of my money. Noah and I make a nice profit, after we moved here and took out the cost of New York City, we make crazy money. We took that and invested and now we have fuck you money. We’ve got enough to tell anyone to fuck off.

  She can have her own place, and she can prove to herself that she is capable. That is totally cool with me. But I don’t want her thinking that this some casual hookup sex kind of thing. I am not sleeping with anyone else, and I am not sharing Chloe with anyone but Noah.

  She makes me feel possessive. Don’t get me wrong, I am trying to say that I don’t want to control her. I just want her to know she’s my girl. Thick or thin, you know?

  I don’t want to scare her though, it’s only been a day. So I let Noah take her off to the hospital for the job application.

  She looked hotter than hell as she was walking out the door. She’d brought a little black dress with a jacket for Thanksgiving I guess, and she’d worn it to go apply. Her hair had swirled about her shoulders in honey waves that framed her face.

  As soon as they got back, I was pushing that dress up around her waist and fucking her till she came all over my cock.

  I tried to focus on the car, I really did. Noah had taken her in his truck and I found my ears tuning in for the sound of its engine.

  At about four, I finally heard it. I tried to keep still as the engine cut outside the door. I shifted from side to side as I heard first one truck door and then the other. When the office door opened, I made a beeline towards them but Chloe was already racing towards me, beaming with pride.

  “I got the job,” she crowed.

  “Just like that,” I whooped, sweeping her up in my arms.

  “The school is sending my transcripts and they’ll need to confirm that I received my degree but yeah.”

  Spinning her around, I kiss her long and hard. “Congratulations, baby girl.”

  “I think this makes me a big girl.” She coos in my arms.

  “Oh yeah,” I kiss her again, allowing my hand to slide up under that little black dress. “You know what N
oah and I do with big girls don’t you?”

  My hand has slid up her thigh and fuck yeah if she isn’t wearing thigh-highs underneath that dress. As my fingers touch her bare skin my dick goes from hard to granite.

  Sliding my fingers up further, I reach her panties and find that it’s actually a thong cradling that gorgeous pussy of hers.

  I am rubbing up and down it as her hips grind into my hand, her head thrashing as she soaks the fabric with her juices. The noises she is making have my engine revving so fast, I don’t even think I’ll be able to make it up the stairs.

  “The car,” she gasps. “The hood of the car.” My girl doesn’t want to wait either.

  Laying her down, I do just what I wanted. I yank my pants down and I’ve got that dress up around her waist. Pushing that thong to the side, I plunge into her.

  Noah is next to us and even as I start fucking her, she’s tugging at his jeans till they are around his thighs and his cock is in her mouth.

  Fuck, she feels so good.

  That’s when I remember my promise to wrap my junk. “Shit,” I groan as I push into her again. “I don’t have a condom.”

  She pops off Noah’s cock and gives a giggle. “Didn’t it seem like it took a long time? We took care of it.”

  Noah nods and I push in again. I’ll ask more question later. Right now, I am so glad to feel her wrapped around me. I lean down and kiss her neck wishing I’d taken the dress off, sexy as it is around her waist. But I want one of her tits in my mouth. That’s when she starts to vibrate around me. This woman makes me so hot my own cock starts to twitch as she swallows Noah all the way down.

  I can’t think, I can barely see. My breath is heaving from my body as I push again, her pussy gripping me so tight as she starts to come around me that some guttural noise rips from my throat.

  Never has it been like this. That’s all I can think as I start filling her with my cum.

  Dimly I realize Noah is cumming too. We’re on the fucking hood of her car, her dress around her waist as she swallows down every drop.

  I need to buy this woman a house with a giant bed and Egyptian cotton sheets, like 1,000 count, that I wrap her up in. Not fuck her in our greasy garage.

  But she slowly pulls of Noah and gives me a satisfied smile. “That was amazing.”

  I don’t answer right away as I tug my pants up and then then lift her in my arms to carry her upstairs. “Next time, it’s a bed.”

  She gives a yawn. “Boring.” And I realize the yawn was meant for theatrics. I hear Noah chuckling behind me and I smile too.

  “Hey, baby girl.” I kiss her then as I open the door the apartment. I know that I am supposed to play it cool and give her space. But I suck at that. For real. “I know this is new,” I start and I hear Noah make a low noise of protest. Chloe hears it too and peeks over my shoulder to meet his eyes.

  “It is,” she answers.

  “But just so you know. Even though we’re two guys and it isn’t monogamy, there isn’t going to be any other girls in this apartment, in our bed. Just you.”

  Her eyes get wide. And for a second I think I’ve fucked this up. Pushed too hard.

  But then she gives me a smile. “Really? I didn’t want to ask because it seemed crazy to hope but I don’t sleep with very many guys, I mean you two doubled my number.” She blushes. I mean she actually blushes like this is something to be embarrassed about.

  “We’re gonna keep it that way,” I reply giving her a fierce kiss. Noah leans in as soon as I’ve lifted my lips and kisses her too. Then he’s gently pulling her from my arms and he’s stripping her naked. I get it. Her pussy is heaven. And the way I feel right now, I could spend hours just kissing that gorgeous mouth.

  Chloe

  I wake up the next morning pressed between two walls of man flesh.

  I’m sore, that is for real, but I don’t even care. I am so relaxed and… satisfied. I stretch a little to work out a few kinks.

  Liam’s hands start massaging my thighs. I haven’t even opened my eyes but I know it’s him. His touch is strong, a little insistent, like his personality.

  Noah’s hands start on my shoulders. Firm and sweet, they are a perfect compliment.

  “Need something, sweetheart?” Noah whispers.

  “This is pretty great,” I murmur.

  Liam is kissing along my collarbone. “How about a hot shower and some coffee?”

  I’ve got to be honest, that sounds amazing. Last night was epic. And it turns out that sleeping in bed with these two was anything but boring. But muscles I didn’t know existed were aching now. “That would be wonderful.” I try to stretch my lower back. “I’m going to have to take up yoga again to get my body in shape for this.”

  They both start chuckling and Liam hops of the bed. “I’ll get the coffee started.”

  Noah picks me up and carries me into the bathroom to start the shower.

  I clear my throat. “I need a minute.”

  He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll be back in in three minutes.” Then he sets me down and shuts the door.

  I try not to giggle. I have never been so cared for. I know I wanted to do this on my own, but here is the thing. I’m still going to get my degree. I did that. And I’ll have a job and I’ll find a place. It’s just so much easier with them backing me up, you know? Like people have my back when there is a crisis. It’s amazing.

  I think back to Derek. Every problem with him was an opportunity to point out one of my shortcomings. Being with Liam and Noah is different. And I know the world thought two men with one girl might be strange but to me, this was so much healthier than what I had left.

  I step into the shower and, as I close the glass door, Noah opens the bathroom door again and then crosses the bathroom to step into the shower with me.

  The hot water feels amazing, and Noah sets about massaging every inch of my body, even my feet as a rain-head shower pours down on me. This is a nice bathroom. I hadn’t noticed before, but the couch was so comfortable, plush and gorgeous. The bed was amazing, this bathroom state of the art.

  “Noah,” I start as his hands are sliding back up my body.

  “Yeah,” he asks, as he kisses a trail up my neck to my ear.

  “Your apartment is really nice.” I look around again, realizing the tile is all marble.

  “Thanks,” he grins, his fingers lacing with mine. “If you’re hoping to gain roomie status, I think it could be arranged.”

  I quirk an eyebrow and lean back to look at him. “As far as I can tell there are only two bedrooms.”

  “So?” He gives me a wicked grin.

  My other eyebrow goes up. “Don’t I have to have a room to be a roomie?”

  His laugh sends pleasant shivers across my skin. “Caught by a technicality.” He pretends to think for a minute. “I’ll give you my room and bunk with Liam for now.”

  He’s actually being serious. “Noah,” I start because I am going to get my own place. I am doing this on my own with a little help.

  “Right, sorry.” He winces. “I went all Liam there for a second.”

  I relax. “My last relationship wasn’t great. I need to take it a little slow. OK?”

  He gives me a long kiss. “Of course, baby girl.” Then he lifts his head. “But we like you. I don’t want to pressure you but I don’t want to lose you either.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I say. “Well, except back to Baltimore for two weeks. I have finals.”

  He gives me a wink. “Do you think you might have time for a couple of visitors while you’re down there?”

  I bite my lip. “Oh my god, I would love it. But I have to get out of my shit apartment with my suck ass lease. The landlord is giving me shit about leaving before May. And after that, I have to study and pack.”

  His arms are around me then. “I am officially declaring us boyfriends. And by the way, this is the exact shit boyfriends help with. Moving, leases, crappy landlords, and car repairs all that kind of stuff make the boyf
riend list. Lucky for you there are two of us, so we can get a lot of stuff done.”

  Derek hated my apartment. And honestly, it’s awful. Cockroaches, smelly neighbors, falling plaster, you know, the works. Derek refused to go there. He’d wanted to get engaged and then get a place together but I couldn’t make that commitment with him. And he would not help me out unless I’d committed to the wedding. “That is really sweet but my place is bad. I don’t want you to see it.”

  His eyes narrowed in concern. “How bad?”

  But I don’t’ get a chance to answer because there is a knock at the door. “We’ve got a visitor,” Liam calls but doesn’t open the bathroom door. That is weird right there.

  “Who?” Noah calls.

  “Some guy who says he knows Chloe. Name is Derek,” Liam growls.

  Oh. My. God.

  Chapter Eight

  Noah

  I know what is happening here. Chelsea called the fucking ex. And now he’s at our door.

  Liam leaves the guy in the office of the garage and then goes across the street to get Chloe’s overnight bag.

  Margie is going to have a field day but it can’t be helped. I finish lathering her up, and I can feel her tension so I do my best to soothe it away.

  I’m feeling a little pensive myself, Chloe seems so freaked.

  I don’t think she has feelings for this guy, if anything, she seems a little scared of him. If he touches her, I will bash his face in.

  We get out and I wrap her in a fluffy towel as Liam returns with the bag. She gives him a small smile. “Thanks.”

  “I hate him already,” Liam cups hers face with his palms and gives her a small kiss. “Seems like a douchebag.”

  “That about sums it up.” She shrugs. “I thought at first he was the answer to a lot of my problems but he turned out to make them worse.”

 

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