Dirty Addiction

by Ella Miles

  I raise an eyebrow and smile. “You don’t have anything for me to forgive you for. I deserved everything that you dolled out to me in regards to Lily.”

  She shakes her head. “I’m not talking about Lily. I wasn’t going to tell you the truth about the baby.”

  She rests her hand on her stomach that looks larger every time she moves. She must be pretty far along, which means she met the father quickly after we broke up.

  “I don’t deserve to know about the baby. You lived your life while I was picking up the pieces to mend mine.”

  She bites her lip and then the words fall out of her mouth. “The baby is yours.”

  I freeze. “What?”

  “The baby is yours.”

  I jump out of the booth and over to her side climbing into the booth next to her. I get a better look at her stomach and realize that she is about to pop any day now.

  “Can you forgive me? I wasn’t going to tell you about the baby even though it’s yours. I wasn’t sure I could take the chance that you wouldn’t hurt this baby too. But after I thought more about it, I knew you would never intentionally hurt this baby. I was hiding the baby from you to get back at you. I had turned heartless and wanted you to feel the pain that I felt.”

  I laugh. “I don’t care. I’m just so happy that the baby is mine and not some other asshole’s.” I put my hand on her stomach, feeling the baby kick inside her. Magical is all I think as I feel the baby inside her.

  “God, Victoria, I know I’ve made plenty of mistakes in the past, but know that I’m going to love this baby with everything I have.”

  “It’s a boy,” she says grinning.

  “I’m going to love and protect our son with everything that I have.”

  She nods. “I know.”

  I hold out the ring to her, not sure where we go from here, except that I love her and I need to be a part of her life.

  She takes the ring hesitantly in her hand, then places it on the ring finger of her right hand. “Maybe someday I’ll move it to its proper place on my left hand, but for now I just want to be happy. I want to work hard. I want to take care of this new baby. And I want you to be a part of that.”

  I grin and kiss her long and slow.

  “I know that you have mixed emotions toward me, but how do you feel about me right here in this moment? Do you still hate me or love me?”

  “Why?” I ask.

  “Because there is a restroom behind you that I would love to fuck you in.”

  She grins. “Love. Definitely love.”

  Epilogue

  Victoria

  I hear Charlie crying as I clasp my bracelet onto my wrist. We were supposed to leave five minutes ago for our dinner date, but it seems that Charlie really doesn’t want us to go.

  I walk out of my bedroom and head down the hallway toward Charlie’s room. I guess our dinner date will have to wait a little longer. I make it almost to his room when Carter grabs my hand and pulls me into the hallway closet as he shuts the door behind us. He puts his hand over my mouth and makes a shh sound.

  I raise an eyebrow at him and wait for him to remove his hand from my lips.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “We aren’t here remember. We are on our date. We haven’t had a date since Charlie was born six months ago and we aren’t going to get trapped here again. What is the benefit of living with your entire family if you don’t take advantage of the free babysitting?”

  “But Charlie—”

  “Is fine.”

  I listen and I hear Amber and Sailor comforting Charlie down the hallway.

  “See?”

  I nod.

  “You look sexy, by the way,” Carter says, looking me up and down in a skin-tight red dress.

  I bite my lip. “I thought you would like it.”

  “I’d like to see you out of it more.”

  He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a deep kiss. My arms fall around his neck as I breathe in his cologne. He smells good, almost as good as he tastes.

  He pushes me hard against the closet wall and I let out a squeal.

  His hand covers my mouth again. “You have to be quiet Victoria. I’m going to fuck you and you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.”

  “We can’t,” I whisper. “They are all just down the hallway.”

  “Then you better be very, very quiet.”

  He slides his hands up my thighs pushing my dress up until he reaches his goal. He hooks one finger under my panties and pulls them down, hard. He kisses me to keep me quiet as his fingers move to the slit between my legs.

  “Carter,” I moan.

  “Shh,” he says as he unzips his pants and pushes his cock against my stomach.

  “Wait,” I say.

  He stops. “What? I’ll make sure we don’t miss our reservations, but I need you baby. Now.”

  I bite my lip. “I know.”

  “Then why are we waiting?”

  He kisses my neck and I forget what I wanted to tell him.

  I moan and he grins.

  “God, I can’t get enough of that sound.”

  He pushes his cock inside me hard and fast, while I wrap my legs around his waist and ride him hard. Sex with Carter is never normal. We rarely fuck in a bed and he always likes to keep things interesting. I sometimes pick a fight with him, just so we can have savage, rough sex that only he can give me. But right now, it’s not about that. Because after seeing how Carter is with Charlie, I couldn’t hate him.

  “You want to come, don’t you baby?”

  I nod.

  “Good, don’t scream. Or I’m going to take you to our bedroom and really have my way with you and we will never make it to dinner.”

  I bite my lip as hard as I can as Carter fucks me into my orgasm. I try to keep my mouth quiet, but my whole body is screaming. My body tightens around his and my hands claw at his neck.

  My orgasm finally stops and Carter grabs my left hand that is clawing at his neck far too hard.

  “Jesus, Victoria. You don’t understand how to be gentle, do you?”

  I bite my lip. “Sorry.”

  He grins and then looks more closely at my left hand. His eyes widen when he finally realizes what I wanted to tell him.

  “Does this mean what I think it means?” he asks, staring at my engagement ring that I finally put on my left hand.

  I nod. “I want to marry you and have more babies with you and live happily ever after with you Carter.”

  He kisses me hard on the lips and I couldn’t be happier. I never thought that I could be this happy. None of us did. Our lives started out so crappy. But somehow, we came back together and became a family, all under one roof taking care of each other.

  “I’ll marry you under one condition,” he says.

  I smirk. “Oh? I don’t think you are in any position to be making demands.”

  “I think that’s exactly where I am.” He kisses me again and he knows I would give him anything.

  “I’ll marry you if you promise to never stop hating me as much as you love me. I’m not sure I could ever give up our rough, love to hate you sex sessions.”

  I grin. “I think I can give you that,” I say, half lying. There is no way I can hate Carter, but pretending that I hate him is easy. I’ve had years of practice hating him. I’ll spend eternity loving and hating him.

  The End

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  Heart of a Prick

  I need a man.

  I've got this relaxing thing on the beach down. The bartender is wrapped around my finger, bringing me drinks the second mine is remotely empty. Now I just need a man in my bed for the week, and I'll be all set.

  Not just any man will do though.

  I want wild animal se
x.

  The kind that involve tying each other up and spanking and all things kinky. The kind that no guy back home would dare to do.

  Really I need a distraction. Someone to make me forget about all my troubles waiting for me when I get back home. Trouble that I have no idea how to get out of. I'm not even sure how to stay alive.

  There are plenty of hot men at this resort just waiting to serve as a perfect distraction.

  But how do I find a guy who will give in to all my darkest desires?

  ***Heart of a Prick is a standalone romance

  1

  Skye

  Him, him, definitely him, not him, so hot, gross, him, him.

  My mind scans all the men within eyesight as I lie on my chaise lounger by the pool at my all-inclusive resort in the Bahamas. I’m here for exactly seven days, and I plan on making the most of it. That means men. Lots and lots of men. Lots of sex. And zero thoughts about my real life, which has taken a turn for the worse recently. This week is all about relaxing and having a good time while I do it.

  I take a sip of my piña colada. I’ve got the relaxing thing down. I have my chaise lounger, I have a bartender wrapped around my finger, bringing me drinks as soon as my glass is empty, and I’m surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery in the world. I just need to find a man for the week, and then I’ll be all set.

  The problem is finding one that will fit my needs for this week. I want wild animal sex. The kind that involves tying each other up and spanking and all things kinky. The kind that no guy back home would dare to do.

  I just don’t know how to find that guy. There are plenty of hot men at this resort. And plenty that seem single. But how do I find a guy who will give in to all my darkest desires?

  “Another, Miss Skye?” my favorite bartender asks as he holds out another piña colada to me.

  I grin behind my sunglasses and large hat. “Thank you, Bayron.” I take the drink from him.

  “You look like you’re thinking hard. You shouldn’t be thinking so hard. You’re in paradise! You should just relax and let what happens, happen.”

  I nod. “Maybe. But what if I have specific needs for this trip? Needs that I’m not sure how to go about getting.”

  “You mean, a man?”

  I nod, grinning.

  He chuckles. “I don’t think a woman as smart and beautiful as you should have much trouble finding a nice man.”

  I smirk. “But what if I don’t want a nice man? What if I want a bad boy? A very, very bad boy.”

  He glances around at the choices currently surrounding the pool. “I don’t think you should have much difficulty with that either.” He winks at me.

  I laugh. “You’re right. But how do I choose? What if I have too many options?”

  He thinks for a moment and then glances over at the small stage set up near the pool where they often have a band play music or occasionally entertain with competitions and poolside games.

  “How about a competition? Winner wins a date with you.”

  I bite my lip as I stare at another man strutting by with muscles that contract with each step, begging to be put to use in bed with a woman like me. It could take me all week to find a man who is good in bed. But, if I can put them through a series of tests to figure out which one has the qualities I’m looking for, then I can find the guy in half the time and get on to the good stuff.

  I take my hat off and push my sunglasses up on my head as I sit up on my lounger. “Let’s do it!”

  Bayron smiles and holds out his hand to me. I take it and let my long, dark hair with blue highlights flow down my back, matching the dark blue bikini I’m wearing. Between my hair, tattoos, and piercings in my nose, eyebrow, and ears, any man should know that I’m not looking for a good man.

  Bayron leads me around the pool over to the small stage where he takes the microphone and turns it on.

  “You sure about his?” he asks, whispering to me.

  “Yes.” I’ve never been so sure about needing anything. I’m desperate to find a man who can help me forget.

  “Hey, Royal Bahamas Resort! Are you guys having a good time?” Bayron says.

  The crowd around the pool shouts back, “Yes!”

  “Awesome! I have a special treat for you today. This lovely lady here is looking for a date, and we are going to help her get one.”

  The crowd cheers again as I scan the pool, trying to determine which guy I want the most.

  “This is Miss Skye. She’s from New Mexico. She’s smart and beautiful, and she’s looking for a bad boy to keep her company this week. If you think you fit that bill, I want you to run onto this stage in the next ten seconds. And then the real competition will begin.”

  I bite my lip as the anxiety and anticipation build.

  “Go! One…two…three…” Bayron starts counting, and men start running up onstage.

  Some very, very good-looking men join us onstage. Men with muscles, men with beards, men with dreamy eyes, and men with tattoos. Almost all the men running up onstage look like men I’d love to take back to my room and have a test run with. But I need to choose just one. Or at least one for now.

  “And time!” Bayron shouts.

  He starts walking up and down the stage area, counting how many men have decided to enter. “It looks like we have fifteen men who would like to compete for a date! That’s far too many.” Bayron walks back to me and whispers in my ear, “What would you like them to do first?”

  “Strength. I want a strong man. So, knock out the weaklings.”

  He nods and holds the microphone back to his lips. “Skye wants a man who’s strong. So, for this competition, we are going to do as many push-ups as you can in sixty seconds. I’m going to need a little help with this one.”

  Bayron waves over to more of his staff to come join him. The staff line up around the men, helping them spread out around the pool area and stage.

  “Everyone ready? The top ten will move on to the next round.”

  The men and staff nod.

  “Go!” Bayron says, staring at his watch.

  I watch, drooling as the men start doing push-ups as fast as they can. I can already tell by watching them which ones are truly in shape and which men aren’t. And which men are too drunk to even attempt a push-up.

  Two men, in particular, grab my attention. A blond man with arms for days. And a black man who is killing everyone. Both of them have excellent bodies. Either one could handle my body with ease.

  “Time!” Bayron yells.

  He walks down, asking the judges how many the men got.

  “Okay, if you did less than a hundred, you’re out!”

  Five men slump back to the pool or loungers after having their egos crushed.

  I look at the contestants that are left. All look fit. All look gorgeous. All look like men I’d gladly share a bed with.

  Bayron again asks me what I want them to compete on next.

  “I need a fast man,” I answer.

  He raises an eyebrow. “Skye wants a guy who is fast. I’m guessing she’s still trying to weed out the in-shape guys from the ones who aren’t—and she doesn’t mean fast in bed. So, for our speed test, we are going to divide you into two swimming races. The fastest three in each race will move on.”

  I watch as the first group jumps into the water. One of the men glances over at me with hungry eyes, and my heart about stops. That’s what I want. A man who desires me. I want a man who will fight and compete for me.

  Bayron starts the first race, and I find myself cheering for the man who looked at me with hungry eyes. He wins easily.

  The second round starts, but I find myself still entranced with the man who won the first race. I’m not even paying attention to the second race.

  The winners are decided, and again, I watch as the losers sulk off, disappointed.

  “What do you want me to test next, sweetheart?” Bayron asks.

  “Pain.”

  He nods, thinking for a second. �
�Next, we are going to test to see who can handle pain the longest. We are going to pass out two weights to each of you, and you will hold them out to your sides, arms extended. The last six men still holding on to their weights will continue.”

  The weights are distributed to the six remaining men, which consists of Hungry Eyes from the swimming round, both of the men I noticed from the strength round, and three other men I haven’t paid much attention to yet.

  “Go!” Bayron shouts.

  I watch in pain, hoping that my favorites survive to make it to the next round.

  All are doing well and holding their own, but I see the blond starting to falter. He won’t hold out much longer. After a few more seconds, his arms fall. Either the push-ups from earlier wore him out or he couldn’t handle the pain. Either way, he’s not my bad boy. Too bad.

  Other men start falling, leaving me with four men. The winner of the swimming round. The winner of the strength. A new winner from the pain round. And then another man who hasn’t won any but hasn’t lost either.

  “What’s up next?” Bayron asks, jogging next to me.

  “Two rounds left. The first round is dirty. Who can tell me the dirtiest, filthiest thing?”

  Bayron nods. “You heard her. Prepare your best lines. We want you to get dirty. Tell her the filthiest thing you can think of.”

  The first man walks forward. The winner of the strength round. I want to eat up his juicy, dark muscles.

  He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I want to kiss you. Claim you. Make you mine.”

  I smile at him as he takes a step back. It was good but not really that dirty.

  Next up is the man who won the last round. He’s taller than the rest, and he has deep, dark eyes. He leans down and whispers, “I want to spank your gorgeous ass while I fuck you into ecstasy.”

  I grin. Better.

  I bite my lip while I wait for the next guy. The winner of the swimming round and my favorite so far.