Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(56)

They’d been watching me, and I suddenly wondered if they were watching me now.

I bit my lip, blushing at what they might have seen for however long they’d been surveilling this house — me showering, changing.

Me touching myself when Tim was gone.

I blushed again, my pussy clenching tight, and this time, I imagined knowing Dustin and Blake were watching, and putting on a show for them. I imagined stripping down right there, laying back on the bed, spreading my legs, and playing with my dripping wet, slick pussy for them.

I closed my eyes as the filthy fantasy crept through me, before I suddenly opened my eyes and shook my head.

No. This was just a fantasy. They weren’t watching now, I was sure of it. Someone else was, which was an unpleasant thought. No, Dustin and Blake had had their fun, and they’d known exactly who I was when they’d pulled me over and made my body tingle with lust as they patted me down.

Except…

Except there was that nagging feeling that’d been there since the first speeding stop. It’d been there tonight at the house, when we’d all three come crashing together. And that feeling was that they just felt real.

Blake and Dustin felt safe, and it was like I’d known them forever.

They felt like what I’d once thought I had with Tim, only infinitely stronger, and more powerful. They felt like a missing piece, a part of a puzzle I’d been trying to solve for longer than I could remember.

They felt like the real deal.

I almost laughed out loud at the thought. Please, you don’t feel like that for a stranger, and you sure as hell don’t for two of them!

And yet, here I was smiling and blushing and mooning around like some love-struck teenager.

God, what was I doing, falling for them?

I shook my head as I finished shoving some clothes into a bag. I could let myself go down that hole later. For now, I needed to call a friend or find a hotel. I needed to get out of here.

It was funny, but I wasn’t at all worried about leaving Tim. It’s like I’d shut that door, and they’d helped me — Dustin and Blake. I wasn’t sad, or really even mad anymore. I was just ready to move forward from this.

Leave Tim to his side girl, and whatever they were investigating him for. I was leaving. I was going to clear my head, and figure out what sort of craziness had set into me where I was getting all love-struck about the two strange men I’d just let take me on the side of the road.

First though, I was going to get a very tall glass of—

The door to Tim’s study opened just as I turned to leave the bedroom, and I froze.

It wasn’t Tim.

I gasped, taking a step back as the older man with silvered hair smiled darkly at me as he stepped from Tim’s office, an unlit cigar in his mouth.

“You must be Samantha,” he said in a thickly Spanish accent.

I swallowed, my eyes darting past him to the hallway.

He grinned and whistled loudly, and suddenly three more men piled out of Tim’s study and crowded the doorway to the bedroom.

I could feel my breath coming in gasps, my heart jumping into my throat. And suddenly, Tim stepped into view.

“Samantha,” he shook his head and sighed. “Shit.”

“Tim, what the hell is—”

“I wish you hadn’t followed me tonight, Sam,” my shithead of an ex-fiancé said with an obnoxious sigh.

I froze. “What?”

“I saw the car, Samantha.” He shook his head. “This coulda been easy if you’d just let it happen.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “Let what, exactly, happen? You stepping out to go screw some girl?”

The other men in the room chuckled darkly.

“This life,” Tim raised his arms at the huge house around us and shrugged. “What I do bought you all of this — the shopping, the cars, the house.”

“And what do you do,” I said coldly.

Tim grinned, saying nothing.

The older, Spanish man stepped forward. “Time to go, sweetheart.”

I balked at him. “What? I’m not going—”

The scream caught in my throat as the three goons standing behind him suddenly darted into the room and grabbed me. I screamed again, thrashing against them, but they held my squirming body fast.

“The fuck are you doing?!” I screamed out.

“Loose ends, Sam,” Tim said with a passive sigh. “See, we’re moving operations up, and you’re, well,” he chuckled. “Looks like you’re a liability now.”

“A what?!”

I lurched towards him, but the three guys held me back in unyielding grips.

Tim laughed.

“You know what, Sam?” he chuckled. “I think we should start seeing other people.”

“Fuck you, Tim,” I spat.

The older man laughed quietly, chewing on his cigar as he wordlessly turned and started to leave the room.

“Bring her,” he tossed quietly over his shoulder.

I screamed as the three men lifted me, a hand going over my mouth as they began to drag me out of the bedroom and down the hall.

Oh, God…





12





Dustin




We were almost back to our place when the squad car radio squawked.