Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(27)

This is slow.

This is deep, and moving, and I know without either of us saying anything that this is a lot more than just fun, kinky sex. This is something a lot more, and a whole lot bigger.

The thought should scare me. It should terrify the shit out of me, because it’s nothing I’ve really felt before. But here it is, melting through me and making me feel things I’ve never felt.

It’s making me feel whole.

We move faster, but it’s still not fast. We let it build, our lips seared together and our bodies rocking against the other’s as the pressure rumbles. Every cell in my body starts to tense up, my skin starts to tingle, and the aching heat between my legs begins to roar hotter.

“Come for me, love.”

The orgasm hits me like a bomb when his words tease through my ear. I scream into his neck, clinging to him so damn tightly as the climax explodes through me. Gray follows right after, his powerful hands holding me tight as he buries every inch of his cock inside of me and lets go. I can feel his hot cum splashing so deep inside of me, filling me up entirely until it leaks from where we join, making my thighs slick with both of us.

And we stay just like that, moving slowly, until we do it all over again.



“I have to go work,” he finally groans, his fingers tracing up and down my back. It’s later, after our second round of the morning, and we’re lying in a heap in his bed.

“Well, someone has to to keep this roof over my head,” I grin mischievously at him. “I mean, I’m becoming quite accustomed to a certain standard of living and I—”

I burst into giggles as he starts to tickle me, rolling on top of me and teasing me mercilessly until the tears are streaming down my face and I’m begging for mercy. He stops, and pulls me into a slow, long kiss, letting it linger until I never want to leave those lips.

“Are you okay here while I’m gone?”

I nod, a big dopey grin on my face.

“There’s food in fridge, and the place is all yours to do whatever you want.”

“I was thinking about jumping online and making some quick cash on this cam website you might’ve heard about.”

He arches a sharp brow at me, and I grin widely. “Teasing.”

“I’ll try and make it a quick office trip. I won’t be gone long.”

“You mean your office with the mob?”

He groans. “Don’t remind me.”

“How’d you end up with them?” I say quietly. “The Morettis.”

A darkness crosses his face, and I quickly shake my head and take his hands in mine. “Sorry, that was pushy. You don’t have to tell—”

“My dad worked for Gino. He never told me the details, but I’m pretty sure they had something on him. He was always pushing for me to go get my law degree too and then get the fuck out of Vegas.”

“I didn’t realize you were from here.”

“Oh, born and raised on roulette and Daddy-O’s pizza.”

My jaw drops. “How the fuck did I not catch that!”

“Catch what?”

I roll my eyes. “Big Daddy Vegas? As in, Daddy-O’s Big Vegas-Style Pizza?”

He grins and I groan. “Oh my God, that should have been a dead giveaway who you were. That fucking delivery guy gets off at my floor all the damn time before realizing you’re the top one. And the smell makes me want to murder someone for a slice.”

He chuckles, pulling me close. “How about we skip the premeditated homicide and I just get you a pie tonight?”

“I’m ready to kill if you don’t.”

He chuckles.

“Sorry, you were talking about your dad.”

He shrugs. “Well, I did get away. Got my ass into Stanford, and then joined the Marines.”

My brows shoot up as my jaw drops.

“Afghanistan. Three tours,” he says quietly, nodding down at some of the scars he still hasn’t talked about on his chest.

“I didn’t know…”

“I didn’t tell you yet.” He winks at me. “When I got out, I was all set to go anywhere but here and start my own practice. But then my dad passed a little more suddenly than I ever would have expected. My mom was deep into Alzheimer's by then too, and I was about to come home anyways to help settle her somewhere that could take care of her, but then Gino dropped the bomb on me. Apparently, my dad ‘owed the family’ and guess who got to inherit that bullshit?”

I squeeze his hand and nuzzle into him. “I’m so sorry, Gray.” I sigh heavily. “Seems like ‘owing a debt’ is a recurring theme with the Morettis.”

“You have no id—” he stops himself and grimaces. “Well, I guess you do.”

He kisses me slowly, and I get lost in him all over again.

“I really do have to go,” he whispers. “But stay put, relax, and tonight we’ll get some of that Daddy-O’s pizza.”

“And get me some clothes?”

“Do we have to?”

I grin. “Nope.”



I miss him when he’s gone. Badly, and in every way I suppose you can miss a person. I’ve never really missed anyone before. This is new. All of this is new.

I lounge in bed for a while before I finally get up. I grab a t-shirt of his and a pair of boxers — both of which I’m swimming in, but then, I don’t really care. They smell like him, and really, that’s all I care about at the moment.