Dirty Girl

by Rory Reynolds

  Her little group finally makes it to the V.I.P. section I had reserved for them and I let out a sigh of relief. At least while she’s there, the only people I have to worry about getting handsy with her are the boys Jackie invited. After watching my girl for long minutes, I finally pull myself away. Every second I look at her lush body it becomes a physical ache to make myself stay away.

  I manage to control myself for all of thirty minutes before I’m back at the glass, looking for my girl. Panic claws at my throat when I realize she’s not safely inside the V.I.P. area. I strategically placed extra security around them, with specific instructions to watch and not engage unless someone made physical contact with Dylan. I scan the area looking for Trevor and Marcus, both of whom know how precious she is to me. They understood exactly what I meant when I said to protect her at all costs.

  I finally spot them by the restrooms and heave a sigh of relief. Obsessed, I watch the hallway waiting for her to appear. Before she does, a fight breaks out just a few feet away from where Trevor and Marcus are located. Of course, they instantly react to neutralize the situation, but it’s clear things aren’t going to be cleaned up quickly. What started as a couple guys shoving each other has turned into a swarm of bodies fighting for dominance. It’s fucking bedlam.

  Dylan steps out of the restroom and is immediately shoved backwards into a wall. I can see the fear on her face as she takes in the chaos around her. I don’t hesitate, I just react. I’m almost to her when I hear her cry out over the roaring noise inside the club. I’ve finally got eyes on her again and I instantly see red. Some asshole has her pinned against the wall, running his hands over her body like he owns it.

  He’s leaning in close, his mouth hovering over her neck. I can see his lips moving along the delicate line of her throat. From this angle, I can’t tell if they are on her or if he’s just talking, but at this point it doesn’t matter. I’m livid.

  All rational thought leaves me as I approach them. I yank him away from her, placing myself between them. After a quick backward glance to make sure Dylan’s okay, my fist connects with the asshole’s face. I don’t stop with one punch or even two. No, I beat the man until he’s flat on his back.

  In complete honesty—I wouldn’t have stopped there. I could’ve painted the walls with his blood and still wanted more pain for him. Dylan’s shaky hand on my arm is what stops me. One touch and all the anger drains away, my focus once again only on her.

  “Are you hurt?” Stark fear laces my words and I hardly recognize my own voice. If anything happened to Dylan, I wouldn’t survive it. Her eyes are wide and fearful. I can’t tell if her fear is from what could have happened if I hadn’t intervened or if she’s scared of me.

  My gut churns at the thought of her fearing me. I’d move heaven and hell to keep her safe. To keep that innocent sweetness she holds intact. She is dear to me. I could never let anything happen to her. Ever.

  She looks up at me with tear filled eyes and shakes her head. Her whole body is shaking and she’s so pale that I worry she’s going into shock. I wrap her in my arms just as she lets out a choked sob.

  “Shh…I’ve got you, sweet girl.”

  Another choked sob and I lift her into my arms, holding her closer and tighter than I normally would. The fight has been broken up and the troublemakers are laid out on the ground in flexi-cuffs as per protocol. I stride past the mess of bystanders, toppled furniture, and broken glass. I’m halfway to my office when Jackie intercepts us, stopping my progress.

  “Oh my God! What happened?” She screeches as she grabs ahold of Dylan as if to pull her from my arms.

  I snarl at my little sister, irrationally pissed that she tried to pull Dylan from me. Jackie’s eyes widen as she takes in how closely I’m holding Dylan and how tightly she’s clinging to my body. Dylan hasn’t even acknowledged Jackie’s presence. I can see the wheels turning and I know my sister is about to ask questions I don’t care to answer right now. Reg chooses that moment to walk up, staving off any potential confrontation between us.

  “She okay?” Reg asks, nodding to the precious bundle in my arms.

  “Just shook up.”

  “We’ve got this handled. Go take care of your girl.”

  Jackie sucks in a breath of shock, but before she can say anything, I level my gaze at her in warning. “Reg will take you home.”

  “What about Dyl?”

  I drop a kiss to Dylan’s head and hug her closer to me. “She’s mine. I’ve got her.”

  With that I walk away with my precious cargo held close. Rage still simmers under the surface. When I think about the stark fear on Dylan’s face, I want to lock her in my bedroom, and then find the man that touched her and destroy him like an avenging angel. I’d raze the world if it meant she’d be safe and mine for always.

  By the time we make it upstairs to my penthouse, Dylan has relaxed into my hold and is no longer desperately clinging. I briefly set her down so I can enable the security system and put out a do not disturb call through the system so that my staff knows to leave us alone. I lift her back into my arms and she wiggles in protest.

  “Just let me carry you, beautiful. I’m feeling a bit out of control right now and holding onto you is keeping me from murdering that fucker.”

  Her eyes widen in fear, then soften as she takes in the truth of my words. She lays her head on my shoulder. Burying her face in my neck, she nuzzles me. Soft fingers toy with the hair on the nape of my neck. Her touch is a balm to the dark emotions roiling through me.

  I carry her straight to the en-suite bathroom and set her on her feet once again. As she takes in her surroundings, I busy myself with getting the shower temperature just right. With that done, I take in the sight of her. Now that we’re alone and she’s directly in front of me, I can look my fill. She’s out of this world gorgeous, even tear-stained and disheveled.

  Her attention settles on me and when she sees how I’m looking at her, her cheeks heat with a deep blush that trails down her chest drawing my eyes to her pert tits.

  “What are you wearing?”

  Her blush deepens and her chin dips, hiding her eyes from mine as she wraps her arms around herself self-consciously. I reach her in two quick steps and grip her wrists pulling her arms away—not letting her hide what’s mine.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I scold. “Don’t you hide from me now. You wore this little number and I’m going to admire every inch of your body.”

  I devour her scantily clad body from head to toe. The fabric of the dress clings to her curves, shimmering gold even in the dim lights of the bathroom. Her nipples are clearly outlined by the silky material, leaving zero to the imagination. Add in the low-cut neckline and flimsy fabric and you can make out every delectable inch of my girl’s perfect little breasts. My eyes skim down her body, pausing briefly on her creamy thighs.

  I drop one of her wrists and walk a circle around her body, holding her in place with my grip on her other arm. The sinful dress ends just below the plump curve of her ass, putting her thick thighs on full display. Thinking about all the fuckers that saw Dylan dressed like this has me burning in rage again. I can hardly blame the idiot for making a move on her, she’s utter perfection and doesn’t even know it.

  I wrap both arms around her from behind, grabbing hold of either side of the front of her dress. Taking advantage of the ridiculously low neckline, I rip the dress straight down the middle in one quick motion. Dylan gasps as it falls to the floor around her ankles, leaving her naked, save for her lacy white thong and black fuck-me-heels.

  Back in front of her, I raise her face up with a finger underneath her chin. “What did I say about showing off this tight little body?”

  The look on her face is a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and lust. “I’m sorry, Jenson.” Those big gray eyes well with tears as she tries to explain. “Jacks made me wear it. She hated the outfit I picked and you know how she is.”

  I growl low in my throat, knowing exactly how my little s
ister is. Her running roughshod over Dylan whenever she can is something that I’m going to have to address. I never want Dylan to feel uncomfortable and while she looks amazing dressed to the nines like she was, it also isn’t her. She’s always been shy, preferring to blend in rather than stand out. And she’s always had an easy confidence about her despite her shyness. It would be a shame if she felt pressured to change. She’s perfect as she is.

  Hating the look on her delicate features, I cup her heart-shaped face between my palms then slant my lips over hers. At first she is stiff, almost unresponsive. I refuse to let her close off after what happened downstairs. I suck her bottom lip between mine then bite down just hard enough to cause her to part her lips on a gasp. Wasting no time, I slip my tongue inside. The second our tongues meet it’s like throwing gasoline on a fire with how quickly she burns. All hesitation is gone and she’s kissing me like her life depends on it—like she’ll die without it.

  Reluctantly, I pull my lips away. She whimpers and tries to follow my retreat, not wanting to lose the connection. I’ve got better ideas and it’s time to get my dirty girl clean.

  7

  Dylan

  I stretch my overused muscles, enjoying the small aches from how passionately Jenson worshipped my body. Padding to the bathroom, I decide a nice long soak is in order. I sink into the warm water and relax, letting the heat work its magic on my aches. Last night was both terrifying and amazing—first the fight and then how thoroughly Jenson loved me. I’m floating on cloud nine. I had no idea that love could be so all-consuming.

  Love?

  Oh my God, I’m in love with Jenson. Not a crush. Not in lust. In love—completely and totally. Panic bubbles up inside me. What if he isn’t serious about me? Everything he’s said tells me he is, but in all the years I’ve known him, he’s never had a girlfriend. He doesn’t do relationships.

  How did I let this happen?

  “Now this is what I like to come home to.” Jenson’s whiskey smooth voice interrupts my inner turmoil.

  There’s no holding back my smile at his words, nor the blush that heats my cheeks when I see how he’s salaciously looking at my nudity. He’s been insatiable—not that I’m complaining.

  “Mmm. That sweet blush makes my cock ache for you.”

  “Jenson, stop it,” I admonish him.

  “It’s the truth. You’re all sweetness and innocence on the surface, but I know what a dirty girl you are underneath it all. Total fucking turn on.”

  I roll my eyes and shake my head at him, knowing there is no arguing with my stubborn man.

  My man…

  Damnit, I’ve got to stop thinking like this until I know how he feels. If this is going somewhere or if he’s just scratching an itch. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest at that thought.

  Jenson grabs a fluffy towel from the stack and shakes it out as he stalks across the bathroom to me.

  And it is stalking. He’s too purposeful in his movements. Graceful and dangerous like a feral animal.

  “Time to go, love.”

  My heart thumps heavily in my chest at that endearment. I’ve been his dirty girl, his beautiful girl, his little girl… I’ve been a lot of things, but love is new. Love is scary because love gives me hope. I choose to ignore that word and focus on the rest of his statement.

  “Where are we going?”

  A huge smile splits his face showing off his perfect pearly whites. “We’re going to go get your stuff.”

  My eyes practically bug out of my head as I step into the proffered towel. “What on earth are you talking about?”

  Jenson takes great care drying my body, then he guides me into his bedroom. He’s got one of his shirts and a pair of lounge pants laid out on his bed for me. I dress quickly, not prepared to argue while in the buff.

  “You’re moving in with me. We already discussed this. Now that I have you, I’m not going to spend a single night without you.” His words are impassioned and full of sincerity. My heart picks up a staccato rhythm in my chest. Later, I’ll remember that this is the moment that shattered all my doubts—this is the moment I throw caution to the wind and follow my heart. It’s also the moment where I risk it all.

  “This is crazy.” I don’t know if I’m trying to reason with him or with myself, but I already know I’m all in with this thing between us. Consequences be damned.

  * * *

  It’s been nearly a month since I moved into Jenson’s penthouse and things have been perfect. We haven’t said the “L” word to each other, but I know we are both feeling the pull. I’ve had to bite back the words at least a dozen times and there have been several moments I thought it was on the tip of his tongue, too. I’m okay with keeping those three little words to myself for now. We’ve moved at warp speed and even though it feels right, those words are huge and will change everything between us.

  I’ve spent the day with Jackie since she’s off to college in a couple days. I’m going to miss her like crazy. She’s been a solid figure in my life for so long it’ll be hard not having her close. I shocked everyone by announcing I wasn’t heading off to college as expected. I loved school and I excelled at it because my parents demanded it, but I never planned on college. Irresponsible as it is.

  Of course, Jenson was completely on board with that plan. He loathed the idea that I would be gone for months at a time. I hated the idea, too. It would have been a physical ache to be separated from him. Jackie and I are piling our bags from our mini shopping spree in the back of her car when a text comes through from Jenson.

  Can’t wait to get my hands on you.

  My panties are instantly wet as I imagine exactly what he’ll do with those talented hands. Thinking about his hands leads to thinking about his mouth. Thinking about his mouth leads to thinking about his big, glorious cock. My panties are uncomfortably wet and I’m flushed with arousal. It’s awkward considering I’m sitting in his sister’s car, listening to her chatter on about her classes and all the new potential Dicks she’ll find.

  I laugh at her antics.

  “I still can’t believe you and my brother are fucking like rabbits.” The look on her face is one of disgust, but her tone is teasing.

  “And it’s so good.”

  “Oh, gag me with a spoon.” She emphasizes her statement with a gagging noise. I can’t hold back the giggles. “You laugh and I’m seriously traumatized over here.”

  I roll my eyes. “As if walking in on your sexcapades hasn’t traumatized me. I’ve seen more dick than I care to think about it.”

  “Fine, I’ll give you that one. Did it have to be my brother, though?”

  “You can’t help who you fall in love with,” I gasp, unable to believe that I just said that out loud.

  Jackie squeals, bouncing in her seat as she drives. “Oh my God!” Her tone is almost shrill. “You love Jenson… you’re totally going to get married and have his babies. Do you know what that means?” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond and she doesn’t notice that I’m sitting here silently freaking out. “We’re going to be sisters!”

  I don’t say anything. I can’t say anything. Thank God Jackie is perfectly content filling the silence. She’s painting a future for Jenson and I—saying all the things I’ve been secretly hoping for, but not daring to give much thought to. I come out of my haze when she starts talking about us giving her nieces and nephews to spoil.

  Babies?

  That thought tickles the back of my mind and I start mentally counting back the days—my period is late, really fucking late. As in weeks late. How the hell did I not realize this? I’ve been living in a bubble of bliss with Jenson and it never crossed my mind. We didn’t discuss birth control that first time. Well, he told me he didn’t want anything between us and as crazy as it was, I didn’t either. He admitted later that he suspected I wasn’t on any kind of birth control.

  A fact he was ecstatic about. He was more than ready to knock me up. In fact, it became one of his favorite promises as
he fucked me. I’ll admit it was hot hearing him tell me how he was going to fill me full of his cum and fuck his baby into me. Just thinking about it has me tingling. It isn’t like I didn’t know this was a possibility. I just didn’t think it would happen so quickly.

  Finally, Jackie pulls into the back lot of Pitch Black. I give her a side hug and promise to be at the airport Saturday to see her off. Mindlessly, I grab my bags from the back of the car and go straight up to the penthouse. Normally, I would peek in on Jenson before heading upstairs, but I’m in a daze considering all the possibilities and I don’t want him to question my mood right now. A full range of emotions barrage me at once; fear, happiness, anxiety, excitement… Did I mention fear? Because I have buckets full of fear. And happiness.

  I decide I need to go to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test before Jenson finishes up his meetings for the day. I don’t want to wait a single minute longer than necessary before I find out if I’m carrying Jenson’s baby. I rush through the penthouse to drop my bags in the closet so I can leave before he realizes I’m home. I’ve barely taken two steps into our bedroom when I get the shock of my life.

  “Jenson, baby, I’ve been waiting forever…” A soft feminine voice coos from our bed.

  I stop in my tracks taking in the naked woman spread across the mattress. She’s wearing a blindfold so she hasn’t noticed that I’m not Jenson. My gut churns. She’s beautiful and everything I am not.

  She’s tall with a perfectly curved body. Large breasts that are currently thrust into the air thanks to her arched back. Her pointed nipples are standing proudly at attention as if waiting for a mouth to worship them. Jenson’s mouth. The thought burns through me like wildfire and I feel an anger unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” I practically shout.

  If she’s surprised, she doesn’t show it. In fact, she almost lazily raises to a sitting position, not even attempting to cover her nakedness. When she lifts the blindfold, she levels me with a cold glare. Then throws her head back in laughter.