Dirty Truth (Fighting Dirty Series Book 2)

by Glenna Maynard

  My mouth can’t form the words, so I let my actions do the talking as I pull my dress over my head. My body is his for the taking. My breasts are fully exposed, the slight chill in the air sends my nipples into full salute. They are aching to be touched, to be caressed by his mouth.

  The sounds of the city melt into the night. All I can hear is the crashing of the waves and the steady beating of our hearts. Slowly, he trails his fingers down my side, making his way to my swollen folds. Taking his thumb and forefinger he pinches my clit as he growls into my ear, “Tonight you belong to me. Say it, Aria,” he growls.

  God, that’s hot and turns me on.

  “Tonight, I belong to you,” I breathe into his mouth as his lips crash into mine. Tyler’s kiss is slow and torturous. His tongue slides against mine, licking and tasting every part of my mouth.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this before. Tyler kisses me the way a man should kiss a woman. My fingers find their way into his pants. His cock is hot to the touch and swollen with need. Precum runs onto my fingers and I fight the urge to lick it off as I stroke his shaft eager to please him. I want to make him feel as good as I do.

  He removes his shirt, and I help guide his pants down to his ankles.

  “Be gentle with me Tyler, I haven’t been with anyone in over five years.”

  “Baby, I will be gentle, but I can’t promise to take it easy with you. Mmm... where should I start? This will be the most memorable night Aria; this I guarantee you.”

  I let out his name in a moan, “Ty-ler,” as I massage my own breasts.

  “You want me to touch you here.” He cups my sex with one hand. “Or here,” he says as he takes over kneading my breasts with his other hand. His fingers pinch my nipple, tugging on it gently until it hardens into a point. He repeats the motion with the other one.

  “I want to feel you everywhere and anywhere,” I admit breathlessly, taking his hard cock into my hands and squeezing his balls lightly.

  We continue to nip and suck at each other’s mouths and necks, teasing and tasting, exploring one another.

  “Tyler, I need you to...” I lose my voice has his dick brushes against my thigh. I want him to just do me already.

  “You need me to what?”

  “Fuck me,” I confess.

  Tyler turns away from me for a moment, and I hear the ripping of a condom wrapper.

  I remove my panties and wait to feel him within me. The sand is gritty and getting into places it shouldn’t, but I don’t care. I only have one thing on my mind and that’s Tyler.

  I take a moment to appreciate his body. The way his muscles curve and ripple is a work of art under the moonlight. I have seen him without his shirt in the gym, but this is different. I feel the heat steaming from his body as he spreads my knees apart and positions himself near my center.

  “This may hurt just a bit.” He gently slides into me. I admit since it has been so long it almost feels like losing my virginity all over again, but this time my body knows what to do. I greedily accept him within my walls as my body stretches to accommodate his length.

  “Aria, you feel amazing,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me softly, taking his time pushing deeper in.

  “I want you to own my body. Claim me Tyler,” I call out as he continues to tease at moving inside me.

  The bright stars are burning over us and it is breathtaking as he plunges deeper inside me. He starts off slow and builds to a faster pace. A bead of sweat breaks across his forehead and trickles down to my mouth, he tastes salty and sweet. He continues to take control, dominating my body with every thrust.

  “Damn sugar, you got me all twisted in knots, I’m already about to get off,” he tells me pausing mid-stroke.

  His desire for me only fuels my need to please him that much more, and I lift my hips up urging him to finish.

  The pressure begins to build, and I release my orgasm in sync with his. He collapses beside me, and I try to catch my breath.

  Just as we are getting our clothes back on a spotlight shines over us. Tyler quickly puts my panties in his pocket. An officer approaches.

  “This ain’t no place for necking, take it inside!”

  “Yes sir,” Tyler states pulling me up from the sand. We hurriedly make our way back to my place laughing the whole way there. Back at my house, Caroline gives me a knowing look and quietly slips out the door.

  Chapter Five

  Pulling Tyler into the shower with me, I knew the first time wouldn’t be enough, even though I plan on this being the last. I take my time soaping him up and Tyler takes his time washing every inch of my body. Pulling the sprayer from its hook, he sets it on high. He sprays the soap suds from my backside and does the same to my front. Wrapping his arms around me from the back, he presses the nozzle to my sensitive center. The sensation of the water hitting my sweet spot is almost too much.

  The more I try to squirm from the water, the harder his erection is pushing against the crack of my ass.

  “Don’t you like the feel of the water hitting you?”

  “I like the way you feel,” I tease.

  Faster than I can say “sweet baby Jesus,” Tyler has me out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and lying across my bed.

  “Do you mind?”

  I shake my head and he turns my iPod on shuffle.

  Work Out, by J. Cole plays.

  Pulling the towel from his waist, I take a moment to appreciate his build. His six pack dips into a perfect v mapping his happy trail. He looks like a living Adonis, and right now he is mine to do with as I please. Ignoring the voice nagging me that this is a mistake in the back of my head, I trace each curve and angle of his muscled tattooed chest with my tongue. Taking one of his nipples in my mouth, I gently tug on it between my teeth.

  Tyler grunts and yanks on my damp hair. Cold water trickles down my back, giving me a shiver. I should stop this, but I want to enjoy being with him while the moment lasts. Tyler isn’t into settling down, and I’m screwed up in the head over my last relationship—my only relationship.

  Ordering me to lie on my side, he gets behind me, pushing my top knee outward he hooks his arm under it. Gently, he guides his cock into my pussy. A low “Mmm,” of appreciation escapes his lips.

  Firmly, he takes hold of my hair giving it a gentle tug.

  “Harder!” I tell him.

  “You like that do you?”

  “Oh,” is all I manage to let out as he yanks on my hair again.

  Tyler is pumping in and out of my pussy faster and faster. With my face buried in my pillow as he takes me higher and higher, I can’t concentrate on anything except the orgasm building inside me. Tyler pulls the pillow from my face, telling me, “Don’t hide from me sugar, I wanna see your face.” His large fingers circle my clit, bringing me closer to the edge. His hard body presses against mine, feeling too good, too right, as if he’s supposed to be mine. Our bodies just fit, my chest aches, heaving with the thought as I pant from the pleasure of his thrusts.

  I let out another cry. Tyler muffles my screams with his hand as he rocks into me harder. He is being rough, possessive even, but it turns me on even more. I am going to pay for this tomorrow. Right now though, I am enjoying it too much to care.

  Stars dance behind my eyes as I come all over his thick cock.

  Tyler pulls out and I turn onto my back, watching as he relieves himself in his hands; some of his come streams onto my belly. I like watching him, I like the way his warmth feels against my skin. His eyes are hooded, as a hiss seeps through his clenched teeth. It is so damn sexy knowing that I have this effect on him. He catches me admiring him and a sated smile stretches across his face.

  “You’re so fucking sexy. I want a picture of you, lying just like this, so I can remember this feeling every time I look at it.”

  “Tyler,” I giggle and cover my face. “No, no way! How do I know you wouldn’t show it to all of your biker brothers?” I raise an expectant brow at him.

 
Holding his semen covered hands up in defense, he laughs. “Oh, um sorry.” He picks a towel from the floor and walks to the bathroom. I decide to surprise him, by taking a picture of myself with my phone and texting it to him.

  He comes back from the bathroom carrying his clothes.

  “Aria, I didn’t plan on this when I came over here tonight. I tried like hell to enjoy my date the other night and turn my feelings for you off. I couldn’t keep you out of my mind. Every time she would speak, I would see your face. I tried to fuck her. It was all I could do not to wonder what you were doing. I couldn’t even get hard and ended up driving straight here.” He wraps his strong arms around me after I’ve wiped my tummy off and gotten up from the bed, and I don’t know what to say. I’m speechless learning that he has real feelings for me.

  He continues talking, filling the silence. “Then at the club, that little pussy dick put his hands on you, and I knew then that I had to have you. I knew you would be mine.”

  My heart is beating out of my chest. “Listen Tyler, I know you think you feel something for me but you don’t, it’s lust. Now that we've gotten the sex out of the way…can we just go back to be being friends? We still have to work together, and I don’t want it to be awkward.”

  “I don’t think I can just be friends with you. I have tried to fight these feelings, but you have invaded my heart, Aria. You, Jace, and Faye are a part of my life now. I just can’t walk away from this. I won’t walk away from you.”

  “Tyler, you think too much of me and I know you will make some woman so happy one day, but right now it can’t be me. I have too much on my plate. I don’t want you to feel like I used you tonight, because you have no idea how much I needed it, and how much it means to me. I’ve not felt wanted like this in a long time, but there are so many things you don’t know about my situation. You’d hate me if you knew. I’m a terrible person Ty.”

  He brushes my damp hair back from my face and gives me a tender kiss. “So, tell me what I don’t know. Whatever it is, I can handle it. You don’t get to decide for me. It’s too late, Aria, I have had a taste of you, and I don’t want to let you go.”

  “I care for you a lot, probably more than I should, but I am still in love with Jace’s father, it wouldn’t be right of me to start something with you knowing I still love him,” I say confusing him.

  “Jace’s father,” he mumbles as though he is just now realizing that Jace has a dad.

  “Yeah Ty. I love him,” I say the words, but inside they feel hollow. For the first time, I feel like maybe I don’t love Brian any more, but that can’t be what I’m feeling. Tyler has me all screwed up inside about how I feel because we just fucked each other. Twice.

  Tyler gives me a knowing expression, places a simple kiss on the tip of my nose, and walks out without a word. I just ruined our friendship for one night. Damn it, why did I have to give into what my body desired?

  After Tyler is gone, I have a hard time drifting to sleep. Guilt takes its hold over me. Maybe I don’t love Brian as much as I thought I once did. But why do I feel like I just cheated on him, even though we haven’t been together in over five years?

  **

  Tyler has been keeping his distance, and giving me some much needed space. We haven’t spoken since that night and what were a few days of silence has turned into weeks. Things with work have been going great. I have started making enough the past month that I don’t have to work full time at both jobs anymore, giving me more time to spend with Jace and Faye. This is a great thing, since Faye isn’t doing well at all. She is doing worse than expected, and I am so scared I am going to lose her when I finally feel like we have a good relationship. Growing up, I always felt a coldness between us. Even before she left when I was nine, it was there.

  When she stepped up and asked me to live with her, it was the second chance we both needed. I am so thankful that life has given us the time we have had, but I am a selfish person and I want more.

  I haven’t spoken to my dad since he hung up on me. I am still feeling a little stung from the conversation we had. Caroline has come out of retirement and returned to teaching, so she hasn’t been able to help with Jace as much, but everything is working out. Chrissy has changed my hours up at the tanning salon. Now I am only working three days instead of five.

  Erin is always teasing me about Tyler. She doesn’t understand why I can’t just be with him. There is a part of me that thinks she secretly has a thing for him. She is always talking about how good looking he is. I haven’t seen much of Tyler at the club or the gym either. I think he’s purposely working out when I’m not there, and taking shifts on my days off from the club.

  He could be off doing stuff for the MC, I overheard Bender on the phone talking about a shipment and that Tyler was handling it one night when he came over to spend time with my mom.

  I haven’t heard anymore from Brian, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think of him. I haven’t reactivated my e-mail. I did look him up online yesterday. The last story about him was that he is playing poorly this season. I didn’t give him up for him to make a shit pile of mistakes and throw it all away on a bottle of liquor. I really hope he isn’t drinking like he used to.

  The more I think of his actions the more it pisses me off, but what can I do about it? Not a damned thing. I want to tell him about Jace, but I am so scared of what he will think and more importantly what will he try to do. He could try and take Jace away from me. I can’t let that happen. My son is my world.

  Chapter Six

  The easy thing to do would be to just to blame everything all on Brian and say it’s because of his drinking that I lied and made these choices. When in reality I am really just pissed with myself for not having the guts to do the right thing for the past five years. My intentions were good, but I know no one will see it that way. Besides, right now I have to get my ass to Indigo.

  I walk into the familiar smell of smoke and hairspray. Dressing in a deep red silk bustier with gold tassels and matching boy shorts over my fishnet stockings. I take my time getting my red feathered mask to sit just right on my chestnut curls. I apply my red lipstick and clock in. I walk to the front of the club to my hostess podium near the main entrance. Tyler is working tonight and damn if he doesn’t look good. He is wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks. He has the sleeves pushed up onto his forearms, giving a tease of his well-toned muscles and tattoos. The MC doesn’t make their presence known at their businesses but people know who owns them.

  He catches me staring and gives me a wink. I turn my head quickly, afraid he will see the blush creeping up my cheeks. He probably can’t see due to the dim lighting, but just in case. I smile thinking back to the one night we shared.

  I squeeze my middle together willing myself not to become aroused, but it is so hard not to in these surroundings. There is just something deadly sexy about wearing these masks. Lust floats through the air here and envelopes you like a passionate lover.

  Things are a little slow right now, so I watch the girls on stage and wonder what it would be like to get up on that stage and just let go of everything. Nothing but me and the music, no worries, no cares in the world. My thoughts are interrupted when a few guests walk up to my podium waiting to be given their masks and be seated.

  “Welcome to Indigo, where fantasy meets reality,” I greet them.

  I hand them their required black masks. One of the guys is studying me hard.

  “Do you dance here?”

  “Me? Not really, I’m not on the schedule to tonight.”

  “Well baby, I would pay extra to watch your fine ass up on that stage. It would be like poetry in motion,” he flirts. This guy is cute, in a boy next door way. He’s the opposite of Tyler, all sweet and soft. Tyler is rough and hard.

  “Um, thank you. I think. Enjoy your evening.” I let out a nervous giggle, he isn’t the first to ask, but the way he is checking me out is just the confidence boost I needed after the funk I have been in lately. I seat a few mor
e people and Erin comes up to me with a sneaky grin spreading over her face.

  “The gentleman at table four just offered a thousand dollars to see you up on the stage,” she says with a high pitched squeal.

  “No way!” I look over at the table to see the guy from earlier staring at me, his light blue eyes piercing me in place from behind his mask.

  “You have to do it. That’s a grand Aria! I just asked Trina and she gave the approval.” Trina is the stage manager who is over the spotlight dancers. She also happens to be the grabby handed booby lady.

  “I can’t get up there by myself!” I have only performed a few times with a few other girls as a stand in during rehearsals. Erin thinks that Tyler keeps me off stage, because he’s jealous and doesn’t want other men watching me. I’m afraid it’s because I look terrible on stage.

  “You are. You can do this. I am going to cover your post, now get your ass backstage!” She smacks me on the ass and I let out a giggle.

  I notice Tyler watching with curiosity as I head backstage. Trina gives me a pep talk and a shot of something brown that stings my throat. I give her a confused look.

  “Honey, I won’t tell if you don’t. I can see that you are nervous, but just have fun with it. Cut loose for once. Your ass is wound so tight, just go with it,” she advises.

  For once in my life I am going to do just that.

  I try to shake my jitters away as I watch the girls finish up their routine to Erotica by Madonna.

  The DJ cuts in over the speakers as the girls exit the stage. “Tonight gentlemen, we have a special treat. We have a virgin to the stage.”

  The song Representin by Ludacris begins to play. I make my way out onto the stage. I have danced before on a pole in the strip tease class at the gym, so that’s what I decide to do, make use of what I know. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself. I get a good grip and wrap my legs around the pole. Twirling my way to the bottom, I land in the splits. Leaning my head back I observe Tyler standing close to the stage watching me. The way he is studying me gives me the courage to continue. This performance is for him and only him. Even though the room is full of other men, he is the only one I see. I am blind to anything or anyone else in this moment.