Dirty Girl

by Rory Reynolds

  “My girl is tired, let’s get you to bed.”

  4

  Jenson

  I cradle Dylan to my chest and carry her to the bedroom, stopping in my tracks when I see the sheet discarded on the floor and the bare mattress. Shit. I change course and set Dylan down on the chair.

  “Stay here. I’ll grab a clean sheet.”

  Her eyes flick to the dirty sheet and her cheeks flush pink. So fucking beautiful. I make quick work of putting clean sheets on the bed, and then tuck my girl in. I crawl in behind her and spoon my body against her back.

  My hand slips down her belly until my fingers find her soft curls. I love that she’s not shaved or waxed. She’s neatly trimmed, but in a natural way. My fingers travel lower until I’m cupping her pussy with my hand. I can’t seem to help myself. And by the way she slightly spreads her legs to give me the access I crave, I can tell she doesn’t mind.

  “I really shouldn’t stay in here,” she says, even as she melts into my chest.

  “Why’s that, beautiful?”

  She sighs in pleasure as I trail my lips over her shoulder and onto her neck—so responsive.

  “What if someone comes in?”

  Ah. She thinks I care if we get caught together. Silly girl. I wasn’t joking when I said she is mine. This isn’t just a casual fuck. I’m keeping her whether she likes it or not.

  “I don’t fucking care if someone comes in. You’re mine.” My words leave no room for confusion or doubt about my intentions. I half expect her to argue or put up some kind of fight, but she just softly says okay and snuggles deeper into my arms. Minutes later, her breaths are slow and even indicating she’s fallen asleep.

  Exhaustion weighs heavily on me, but I can’t find sleep for myself. Holding Dylan close, I think about the cluster fuck that happened last night. Fucking Emily. She was trouble in high school and is even worse now. She went from annoying to all-out psycho stalker.

  One drunk fuck damn near eight years ago and I’m still paying for it. She’s gone from blowing up my phone to showing up at my club, Pitch Black. She’s even gone so far as to follow me home. I shut that shit down quick. But showing up at Pitch Black last night, high out of her mind and waving around an ultrasound picture was the last straw. By the time I got there, my manager, Reg, had her contained in my office. But not before she screamed to anyone who would listen that I knocked her up and abandoned her.

  I spent the entire drive to the club in a rage. I had to leave my woman because the psycho bitch just wouldn’t leave me alone. I felt like the lowest piece of shit ever stealing away Dylan’s virginity, then leaving her alone minutes later to deal with my biggest regret in life.

  If I would’ve just stayed strong and pushed Emily away I would’ve been able to give my virginity to Dylan, but alcohol and teenage boy hormones don’t mix responsibly. Now I need to put Emily in her place once and for all. I can’t risk her coming between Dylan and me now that she’s finally mine.

  Thank God, there is no possible way that baby is mine. When I pointed this out, Emily went from self-righteous anger to a begging, blubbering mess so fast I could have gotten whiplash. She threw herself at me, crying about how much she loves me and that I have to accept our baby. Fed up, I had Reg call her parents to come collect their daughter. When they got there, they apologized profusely for her behavior.

  After she followed me home, I had Reg run a full background on her and learned that she has a history of mental illness. Apparently, she went off her meds over a year ago and refused any assistance her parents offered. Now with the potential grandchild, they aren’t going to take any risks and made the decision to take her straight to Shorewood Memorial.

  What a mess.

  Dylan stretches in her sleep, practically purring like a content kitten as she rubs her little ass against me. My dick is instantly hard and wanting. I close my eyes and focus on the perfection in my arms. Emily is checked into a psych ward getting the help she so clearly needs and all that matters now is Dylan.

  * * *

  I wake up to an empty bed. The pillow is cold. Obviously, Dylan has been gone some time. Anger flashes through me, but I temper it. It’d be a mistake to fly off the rails with her. Seeing her so confused and upset last night is enough to make me think before I act.

  My cock is rock hard as I remember the way she looked on her knees in front of me. It was obvious that she wasn’t experienced, but the enthusiasm she showed more than compensated for the lack of skill.

  Fuck.

  Now I need a cold shower or a dip in the Arctic. Hell, I don’t even know that that would kill this erection. The fucker is so hard it hurts. I’m about to head to the shower when the door opens and Dylan slips inside my room. She’s quiet as a mouse when she clicks the door closed. I watch her as she moves about the room. I smile when she lifts my shirt to her nose and takes a deep breath. She hugs the shirt close then glances at me. The look of shock on her face when she realizes I’m awake is priceless.

  “You’re awake,” she squeaks, dropping my shirt like a hot potato.

  Damn she’s cute.

  “Yeah, pretty girl. I woke up without you, though,” I teasingly scold her.

  She ducks her head then tucks her hair behind her ear. “Sorry, Jenson. I didn’t want to wake you. You were so tired and looked so peaceful.”

  “Hmm… come here, beautiful.”

  I love that she doesn’t hesitate. Her pert little nipples press against her dress and her cheeks are pink with an all-too-familiar blush. I hope she never loses that shy innocence. I want to do filthy, dirty things to her, but I’d do anything to let her keep that innocence. She’s the most genuine woman I have ever met. No pretense. And the best part, she doesn’t even know it.

  Reaching out, I cup her thigh and pull her closer. Her breath catches in her throat and arousal flares in her eyes. I guide her onto the bed so that she’s straddling me. She looks like a goddess sitting there with desire in her eyes. I roll my hips, rubbing my cock against her pussy. Her lips fall open on a soft moan. Unable to deny myself a minute longer, I sit up wrapping my arms around her curvy body, pressing us chest to chest.

  I can feel her hard, little nipples through her thin dress and the heat of her cunt through her panties. I’m going to have to talk to her about walking around like this. I can’t have any other fuckers seeing what’s mine. I’m a jealous bastard when it comes to her and I won’t apologize for it.

  “Kiss me,” I command.

  Her lips are whisper soft as they brush tentatively against mine. God, I love her shyness. Most women would either be aggressive and greedy or trying to play coy. My girl is neither. If she knew the effect she has on men, she’d be a deadly weapon that they’d all line up to be destroyed by.

  Slowly, her confidence grows and her lips move over mine with more purpose. I follow her lead, content to give her this even though everything inside me wants to take over. To possess her. To own her. She’s mine—mind, body, and soul. Her tongue lightly brushes against my bottom lip and I open for her. That delectable little tongue slips against mine and I swear my cock could explode from just her innocent little kisses.

  Her kisses become bolder and she starts rocking against me, using my body for her pleasure. My control unravels and in seconds I have her on her back. She looks up at me breathlessly, her lips wet and swollen from our kisses. Dylan is spread out before me like a fucking gift from the gods.

  The strap of her dress has fallen from one shoulder showing the plump curve of her breast. The hem of the skirt is shucked up around her hips so far I can see her plain, white cotton panties and the unmistakable wetness. I groan at the sight. Leave it to my dirty girl to make a virginal pair of panties look like a wet dream come true. Unable to hold back, I rip her panties from her body. She gasps in shock at the rendering fabric, but when my fingers trail through her slit it turns in to a moan of pleasure.

  “Always so wet for me.” I lift my fingers to my lips and suck her sweetness from the tips
. “Delicious.” I push two fingers into her tight channel and rub my thumb over her clit, getting her nice and ready for me. I’m not going to be able to do gentle. I’m so worked up. This is going to be hard and dirty.

  “Going to fuck this little pussy.”

  “God, yes!” She moans. “Fuck me, Jenson.”

  I enter her in one long push. She sucks in a breath and her eyes squeeze shut as she takes me. This proves what kind of bastard I am. Fucking her like a beast after I just took her virginity, knowing that she’d be sore. Even though it’s torture, I hold still, giving her a moment to adjust. When the tension in her body relaxes and her hips shift slightly under mine, I pull out then bury myself balls deep again. This time when her pussy clenches around my cock, it’s from pleasure not pain.

  “You’re so tight. Wet. Hot.” I punctuate every word with a devastatingly hard thrust. “Could fuck you all day.”

  “Yes… yes… oh God… more…” She is panting, begging deliriously and I love it.

  I tilt her hips up, changing the angle slightly so that with every thrust my cock rubs against her G-spot. Her eyes pop open and she looks at me in wonder. I smirk at her knowingly. Every time I bottom out inside her, she swivels her hips, adding pressure to her clit. She might be inexperienced, but she naturally seeks out her pleasure. It’s hot as hell. The way her pussy is squeezing around me, I know she’s close, which is good because I’m about to lose it myself.

  “That’s it, come for me.”

  Then she’s falling apart in my arms and I’m tumbling over the edge with her. Filling her with my cum. Marking her as mine. Still buried deep, I lock our lips together in a soul searing kiss. I’m desperate to claim her. To keep her forever.

  I untangle myself from her body, hating any distance between us I pull her close. She instantly sinks into my embrace with her head cradled against my chest. We lay quietly. Her fingertips trace the tattooed lines on my chest while mine are running through her hair. I could spend the rest of my life with Dylan wrapped safely in my arms.

  I’m about to tell her so when my phone rings. I drop a kiss to her head, then slide out from under her to grab my phone from the dresser. Reg’s name flashes across the screen.

  Damn it.

  “Jenson.”

  “Someone broke into the club early this morning after we closed up.”

  Anger flashes through me like a wildfire. “What the fuck?!”

  “The security system shows someone disarmed it at oh-six-hundred and it was rearmed forty-two minutes later.”

  “Do we know who it was? What’s on the tapes?”

  “Negative. Whoever it was dressed to impress. Full-on cat burglar style, mask and all.”

  Motherfucker.

  “I’ll be there in thirty.”

  I don’t wait for his response before I end the call and toss my phone back on the dresser. When I turn to the bed, Dylan is looking up at me with a sad, understanding smile.

  “You have to go again?” Her voice is whisper soft as she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

  I cross the room to her and pull her into my lap, holding her close. “I’m sorry, beautiful. There’s a problem down at the club.”

  I’ve not one time regretted branching out on my own after graduation. I was all set to slide into the role of vice president at my father’s company, but after working for Holt Industries as an intern for two years while away at Columbia University, I found that I hated the hotel business. My dad built an empire and I know it disappointed him that I didn’t want to take the reins, but I wanted to go my own way. Though right now, I’m questioning the decision.

  She tucks her head under my chin, cuddling into me like a kitten. I can’t even express how much I love that she’s seeking comfort in my embrace, but I hate that she needs comfort because I’m leaving her side again.

  “I’ll come back to you as soon as I can. Promise.”

  I dress quickly while Dylan straightens her poor excuse for a dress and pulls her mussed hair into a knot on top of her head. I growl at how much of her thighs are exposed by the action. An inch or two more and I’d be able to see the pink lips of her pussy. Crossing the room in two strides, I pull her against me, gripping her ass hard.

  “This dress is obscene. You need to go to your room and change. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like this.”

  She blushes prettily, still completely unaware of what she does to men.

  “I’m not joking, little girl. Only I get to see you in these tiny dresses of yours. Got it?”

  “Okay, Jenson.”

  One slow, lingering kiss later and I’m out the door.

  5

  Dylan

  “There you are!” Jackie shouts, scaring the crap out of me. “Where the hell have you been hiding?”

  Shit.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jacks. I’ve been around. You’re the one that’s been locked in the pool house all weekend with Dick.”

  Dick isn’t his name. Well, I guess it could be, but I gave up on remembering her flavor of the day’s name a long time ago. Besides, as far as Jackie is concerned, men are only good for one thing—dick.

  She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Not just Dick.”

  Well, that’s new. “Okay, so who is this not just Dick?”

  “Hugh Pearson.”

  Lord have mercy. Hugh Pearson—not just Dick, but the Dick. Jackie has been after Hugh for as long as I can remember, but he’s always managed to withstand her advances. Not anymore, apparently. Poor fool.

  “So, how was it? Everything your slutty little heart dreamed of?” I’m half-teasing, half-serious in my curiosity. I would never normally ask about her interludes, but I’m feeling generous today. A few orgasms will do that to a girl. Not that I’m going to be sharing that little tidbit.

  “Girl, Hugh was everything and then some. That man can fuck like a stallion and go all night long. I think I’ve got beard burn on my pussy and I hurt in all the right places. I’ll be walking bowlegged for a week.” She practically purrs, “Ah-mazing.”

  “Wow, sounds like he might actually be able to keep up with you. When are you going to see him again?”

  Jackie looks at me like I’ve grown two heads and turned purple. “I’m not. No do-overs.”

  Seriously? “But if you guys had such chemistry and he rocked your world, why not?”

  She just shakes her head as if she isn’t willing to dignify my question with a response. Changing the subject, she asks again where I was. I can feel my face turning thirty shades of red. I knew she was going to ask. I really should have thought about how I would answer questions. A cover story would have been a good idea.

  Jenson might not care who knows, but he doesn’t have anything to lose in this scenario.

  Jackie could get pissed and I’d lose my only real friend. Or her parents could decide that it’s time for me to move out. I’m not sure I am ready for that just yet. The loss of my parents is still raw and the idea of being alone scares the ever-loving shit out of me. So, no, I’m not ready to let her know what I did this weekend.

  “Oh, you know, just stuck around the house. Lazed about.” I can’t even look her in the eye when I tell her. I’m a horrible liar. I dare to glance over at her and I know immediately she’s suspicious.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  “Who is he?” She asks point-blank.

  I swear I can feel my whole body burn with embarrassment. “Uhm… no one, really. Just a guy. It’s not serious.” I stutter through each lie and it feels like a piece of my conscience is breaking off every word or maybe my nose is growing like Pinocchio. I’ve never been good with deception. In fact, I loathe it.

  “Oh. My. God!” Jackie practically shouts. “You finally lost your v-card didn’t you? Who was it, you little slut bag?” I flinch at the insult. I know she’s joking, but damn that stings. “Was it Nathan? Oh, no wait, Travis! It was Travis, wasn’t it? That boy has been dying to get in
your pants since Freshman year.”

  I’m stunned into silence. I’ve never even talked to Travis other than when he’s asked for my notes in the few classes we shared over the years. Nathan has flirted some, but the only reason he’s nice to me is because he wants another go at Jackie. The homely best friend is always a card that guys try to play when she snubs them for round two. They think if they get in my good graces, she’ll see them as worthy.

  First Jenson thinks I’ve got a dozen admirers and now Jackie—they’re both crazy. I’ve never had a boyfriend, a date, or even a kiss beyond Samuel King back in the fifth grade and I punched him in the eye for it.

  “I don’t kiss and tell.” Simple enough of an answer. I don’t even have to feel bad about this evasion, because it’s true. Though, technically, I’ve never kissed so there hasn’t been anything to tell, but I’m not going there. I’m feeling guilty enough as it is.

  “Whatever. Christy is having a party tonight and you’ve got to come. You can even bring your secret Dick with you.” She snickers at her little joke and I’m furious. I don’t get angry and have never once had a fight with Jackie, but I’m not her. The insinuation that I would give my virginity to just some random guy makes me more than mad.

  “He’s not some Dick,” I sneer. “I’m not you, Jackie.”

  She shrugs, then flips her hair over her shoulder. “Be ready at eight so we can party!”

  “No. I’m going to stay in and read.” I do my best to keep my tone even. I don’t want to lash out at her, but I’m hurt and angry. I’m almost certain I failed to keep my feelings contained when she doesn’t push like she normally would. Not waiting to see what else she might have to say, I leave her standing there looking dumbfounded.

  * * *

  Jackie left hours ago so the house is blessedly silent. She tried to talk to me before she left, but I brushed her off. For the first time in my life, I was actively hurtful toward another person. I’d feel bad about it, but I’m still upset about how flippantly she treated me earlier. I might not have confessed outright to losing my virginity, but as my friend she should know how monumental that would be for me.