Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(55)

My cock throbbed at the replay, at the way she’d dropped to her knees. The way her eyes had gone wide as I’d slipped every inch inside of her. The way she’d gone ballistic, coming like a woman possessed as we filled her up like that.

Coming together with her had been heaven.

And now our angel was gone.

I turned to Dustin, only to see him shaking his head, the same as me.

“We went to soon.”

He nodded. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“Could we have stopped it?”

He gritted his teeth and shook his head. “Hell no. She felt it too, man,” he swore. “I know she did.”

He was right. Yes, she might not’ve spent the last month watching us the way we’d been watching her every move, but the connection from her end had been instant, and we’d both felt it.

She’d felt that connection with us the second we’d pulled her over, and tonight? Well, tonight she sealed the deal.

“I gotta have her again, man,” Dustin growled under his breath. “I can’t let her go like this. I can’t let her go back to him, or any of the shit he’s going to bring down on her.”

“You know what happened tonight could mean our jobs.”

“Do you give a fuck?”

My answer was instant. “Nope.”

“Me neither. It’s like she’s a… I don’t know, man.”

“An addiction,” I said quietly.

He turned slowly, nodding. “Yeah.”

And she was. She was my new addiction — the one addiction there was no way I was going to say no to.

Because I was fuckin’ hooked.





11





Samantha




Silence draped my house as I let the door to the garage shut behind me. I could feel my pulse beating in my chest, my eyes flicking across the empty living room.

I’d wondered what was in store for me when I got home the whole drive back. I mean, it’s not like Tim knew what’d happened — and seriously, fuck him anyways. After the shit he’d been pulling, this was over. Period.

But I guess I’d wondered on the drive home if he’d be waiting for me, if he’d man up to where he’d been. Hell, it’d make me moving out a lot less dramatic if we could both be adults about this.

But it was silent, with no sign of him.

I shook my head as I stepped into the kitchen and dropped the keys to his — no, her — car onto the counter.

Whatever. I was here to pack, and leave, and I’d figure out what to do next later. I made my way through the huge house that I’d soon be leaving, going to our bedroom to grab whatever I could take. The door to Tim’s study, right next to our bedroom door, was shut, and I could hear a murmured voice inside, the sound of a keyboard.

I rolled my eyes. Whatever he was doing, I seriously didn’t care anymore. I moved past it into our room, and that’s when I caught my reflection in the mirror above the vanity, and my eyes landed right on the two sets of bruised hickeys on my neck.

My face blushed hot.

Instantly, it all came rushing back. In a second, I was right back to being with the two of them — Dustin and Blake. My mind flashed back to a mere hour before, when I’d done the craziest thing of my entire life and given myself to them. I’d thrown every bit of caution and rationality away and let two huge, powerful, dominant men take me every way they pleased.

And I’d loved every fucking second of it.

In fact, I’d never felt more alive, or more on fire, or more just…buzzing with life than I had during, and then after that.

But God, what had I done? An hour before, I’d submitted to two absolutely gorgeous, dominant, filthy police officers. I’d dropped to my knees. I’d moaned like dirty girl as I’d sucked their cocks, and I’d begged them to take me at the same time.

I’d let Dustin fuck my ass for the very first time.

But the thing was, I’d never been more turned on, ever. I’d never been treated like that — so roughly, and so filthy like that. On my knees, handcuffed, against the side of car while two strangers used my mouth and then every bit of my body.

My pussy clenched at the thought, wet all over again.

I thought about the way they’d talked to me — how they’d called me their little slut, their angel.

I bit my lip, squeezing my legs together right there in my bedroom as it all came creeping through me again.

And the thing was, I’d loved being both those things for them — slut and angel. I’d loved the mix of filthy and tender — of sweetness and fire.

But then, it’d all come crashing down.

I shook my head, as if to clear the amazing memories from it, as I grabbed a duffle bag from the closet and started packing.

They’d been watching me.

The reality of that slowly sank in, making my skin tingle, with what I’m not sure. Maybe fear. Maybe arousal.

And Jesus, Tim was under investigation? I wondered if I was under investigation, too — unwittingly an accomplice to his bullshit.

I tossed away my bikini top, pulled on a t-shirt, and slid a pair of cutoffs up my legs before tossing my skirt away. I pulled a drawer open and started stuffing t-shirts and panties into the bag, chewing my lip as the worry set in. But then, I paused as a warm tingling sensation came creeping up my back.