Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(54)

“Yeah, we’ve been watching you.”

“When?”

They both frowned, fists clenching at their sides.

“When?”

“All the time, Sam,” Blake said icily. “We’ve been watching you all the damn time.”

My head spun, and I whirled, gasping for air, feeling like everything was closing in on me. I whirled back to them, rage clouding my face. “So you knew who I was when you pulled me over? You knew who I was when we just…when you—”

The words caught in my throat.

“Yes,” Dustin growled, stepping towards me. “Yes, we knew who you were.

My look hardened at the both of them. I slowly shook my head, feeling the betrayal sliding into my skin. Ten minutes before, I’d felt like their sinfully dirty plaything. Ten minutes before, I’d felt like I’d let go and lived in that one crazy moment with these two gorgeous, dominant strangers.

Now I just felt used.

The rage exploded through me as I screamed, stalking right past them to the convertible and sliding into the front seat.

“Samantha, hang on!” Both of them were at the door, hands on the window as I slammed it shut. I ignored them, my face red as I cranked on the engine.

“Samantha, please just—”

“You used me,” I hissed, finally turning to them.

“No,” Blake said firmly, his eyes ice on mine. “No, using would mean we didn’t care, and—”

I barked out a joyless laugh. “Oh, please, you care about me? You expect me to believe that you care about someone just because you’ve been surveilling her shithead of a fiancé?”

“Yes,” Dustin growled, his hand tightening on the door to the car. “If that someone is you, you’re goddamn right we care.”

“We couldn’t tell you, obviously,” Blake said quietly, shaking his head. “We fuckin’ hated staying in the shadows and not being able to talk to you, or touch you, or tell you how you made us feel. We wanted to tell you so fuckin’ bad it hurt, angel,” he husked out. “But we couldn’t.”

“Oh, but you could fuck me?”

The men went silent, their faces grim.

I hissed and shook my head. “I have to go. I guess you’ll be seeing me later, whether I want it or not?”

“You can’t go back to that house, Sam.”

Dustin’s voice was edged in steel, his jaw tight.

“You can’t go back there to him.”

I barked out another laugh. “Oh, I suppose I should just stay here with you? Because you both just care so much about me?”

“Goddammit, Samantha,” Blake’s fist slammed against the door. “Just listen to what we’re—”

“Thanks for today,” I cut him off bitterly, swallowing the heat and the tears from my face. “Hope I was able to help your case along.”

“Just stay, and let us explain this to you,” Dustin reached for my hand, but I jerked it away as I shifted the car into drive.

His eyes narrowed at me. “There’s so fuckin’ much we want to tell you, Sam.” His voice was strained, and even though I could tell they meant what they were saying, I just had to get out of there.

“Save it,” I said quietly. “Go write a damn report about it instead.”

The engine roared as I floored the pedal, and the two of them jumped back as I tore out of the cul-de-sac.

I made damn sure I didn’t cry until they were fading into my rearview mirror.





10





Blake




The car door slammed shut with a sharp metallic click, and the squad car went dead quiet.

“Fuck, man,” Dustin finally whispered under his breath.

I groaned, sliding my fingers through my hair as I slumped again the wheel.

Fuck was right. That could have gone better. Shit, that could have gone a whole lot better. We could have eased into the history there. We could have taken it slow and figured out a way to tell her that we’d been watching her for the last month, and slowly goddamn falling for her.

Instead, it’d just slipped out.

I guess part of it was that we’d been unable to keep something like that from her — us not being able to lie to her.

Or hurt her.

And the whole thing had come crashing down, and that look on her face said I was wrong.

We were able to hurt her, ‘cause we had, even if we hadn’t meant to.

I groaned, taking a big breath of air in the silence of the car. What’d just happened — being with her like that — well, shit.

I shook my head.

It’d been perfect.

It’d been three people coming together and just fucking connecting. Dustin and I had been with girls together before. We’d shared plenty, and while there’d been some that really stood out, I knew one thing after that one time with Samantha.

None of them held a fucking candle to her.

She’d been everything, and perfect. Sweet, beautiful, innocent — and yet raw and filthy and dirty once she’d had that trigger of hers pulled. She’d instantly fit right into the dynamic, instantly and willingly being the submissive to our dominance.

Our perfect, willing little submissive angel.