Page 13 of Dirty Play

“I—” she starts, but I cut her off.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safely,” I say, saluting Rex. “Scouts honor.”

“Have fun, kids,” Sawyer sings as they turn to walk out.

“You’re younger than all of us!” Gwen giggles.

“Whatever.” Sawyer just laughs as they leave.

With them gone and Max and Cassie nowhere to be found, it’s just Gwen and I left at the bar. And there’s not a chance I'm leaving here without her.

“So, what’re we doing, Mr. Williams?” Gwen asks, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I slip my finger into her belt loop, tugging her into me. Her hands grip my shoulders as I lift her chin up, forcing her to look at me. “Well, Ms. Murphy, I think it’s time we take this party somewhere else.”

“Do you… do you want to come back with me? To my place?” she asks nervously.

“Deal. Order us an Uber, and I’ll go grab us another round and close out?” I say.

I know I’m fucking everything up. I know I should’ve stopped this whole thing hours ago, but for once, I’m letting myself enjoy someone’s company as more than just a friend. Well, she is my friend. But right now, she feels like a whole lot more. Maybe she always has been and it’s taken my brain this long to catch up.

Or maybe I’m just the right amount of drunk and don’t have the energy to fight it anymore.

Needless to say, I sure as hell won’t be the one stopping anything tonight.

“Deal.”

Chapter 6

Cade

Stepping into her apartment feels different this time. I mean, I’ve been here before, two, maybe three, other times. But those times were different; I was here to mount her TV and build furniture or pick her up to grab lunch. I’ve never been here with the intent of fucking her, but tonight, I plan to leave her thoroughly fucked.

“Want something to drink? Bourbon? Water? I think I have some soda, too.” Gwen says, rambling a bit, which tells me she’s nervous. It’s adorable how timid she’s acting—the girl on the dance floor was far from timid, and that’s the girl I’m going to pull from her tonight.

She’s finally getting exactly what she’s been asking for.

Me.

“Bourbon, please,” I say as I make my way to her living room and sit down on her couch.

From this spot, I have the perfect view of her in the kitchen, where she’s grabbing glasses and pouring a heavy amount into each. She’s fucking sexy—the way she keeps looking back to check on me, her eyes dark, hungry, but still a bit nervous. By the time she walks over to me, she’s turned on some music, the only illumination coming from the fairy lights she has hanging throughout her living room and the window behind me. The dim lighting makes her apartment that much more inviting.

“C’mere.” I gesture for her to sit down.

She looks at me for a moment before setting the bourbon on the coffee table and moving to sit next to me on the couch, but that won’t do. Gripping her waist with one hand, I pull her on top of me, putting her right where I want her—my lap. She grips my shoulders for support and looks down at me, teasing her bottom lip between her teeth, making me want to bite it. I want to make her scream for me, through both the pleasure and the pain, because she strikes me as the kind of girl who needs both to get off.

But tonight, we’ll know for sure if her dirty and depraved fantasies align with my own.

“Where do you think you’re going,” I growl, my voice raspy with desire, my cock hard as she grinds against me. It’s barely noticeable, but, fuck, I’m acutely aware of everything between us. I slip my fingers into her waistband, moving slowly until I get to the button of her jeans, flicking it open with my thumb. Her eyes watch me, but she’s not moving—hell, she’s not even breathing as my fingers slowly slide her zipper down, revealing black lace against pale skin. Fuck, she’s a wet dream come true. My own personal fantasy brought to life. Fuck.

“Is this what you want, Tink?” I ask as my fingers start to play with the lace of her thong, every once in a while swiping beneath the fabric, just enough to drive her wild. “Want me to finger fuck you until you fall apart? Until you come all over my hand, screaming so loud your neighbors call the cops?”

Gwen nods frantically, biting her lip as she stares down at me, eyes wide, as my fingers brush against her clit. “Yes,” she rasps, her hips slowly moving forward. She grips my shoulders as she starts to grind her clit against my dick.

Fuuuuuck.

I slide my fingers in further, all the way past the lace, until I’m circling her entrance, my thumb pressing down against her clit.

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