Page 64 of Dirty Play

“How are you all able to drive out here this easily? Like is this a part of the Williams family DNA?” Gwen asks, breaking the silence as we head back to my parents’ house.

After I found her on the dance floor, we all had a couple of drinks while catching up a bit. The drinks helped me deal with Kylie and Vince’s constant staring in our direction, which only got worse once Brandon left. Apparently, he had a work emergency.

My siblings weren’t very good at being sneaky, either that or they weren’t even trying to hide it. When I noticed them looking our way, I glared back, trying to force their eyes off us, but they just smirked like the little shits they are.

Something has shifted between Gwen and me since my surgery… truthfully, since the night we spent together before it. Since then, we have been navigating this new normal, trying to figure out what we’re doing. As long as we’re doing it together, I’m happy. My whole family has noticed, my mom even mentioned that I seem more like myself than I have in a long time. She didn’t outright say it’s because of Gwen, but the constant smiles at my girl, especially when we’re together, are enough for me to hear her unspoken words loud and clear.

They like her.

“I mean, we loved it out here, so we came a lot,” Vince says, lowering the music down as he turns down my parents’ street. “It helps when your sisters are little daredevils and always want to go off-roading at night. Man, Veronica used to egg us on so badly, tease us until we went out driving with her.”

I feel Gwen tense at the mention of Veronica and I’m silently kicking myself that I still haven’t told her the full story. I really need to. She deserves to know that part of my life. She deserves to know what life choices led me to where I am now

“We were young and dumb, but we had a lot of fun,” Kylie adds with a laugh.

“I feel like I’d need my high beams on at all times. The streets are barely marked and the signs that are there… well, they suck. I’d constantly be lost,” Gwen huffs.

“Nah, you’d eventually figure it out,” I say, pulling her toward me in the backseat. I don’t miss Vince watching us in the rear-view mirror, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Why am I nervous to have my family see me with Gwen? To see me happy?

What if your happiness upsets them? What if they get mad at you for being happy when you’re not deserving of it?

Shaking my head, I try not to think about it, knowing that Vince is definitely already pissed. We’ve been avoiding each other since dinner the other night when he decided to explode and unload a few of the things I wish I’d been able to tell Gwen. I’m thankful he drew the line at telling her about the surgery. I haven’t told Gwen that I was a match or about the snowboarding trip and my accident.

I need to tell her… I know I do. Vince made it pretty damn clear that I’ve been selfish, and I believe him. At this point, I think I’m just so scared of fucking everything up and hurting Gwen. And that she’ll realize I’m not worth her time.

Vince and Kylie drop us off at my parents’ house and we sneak inside, tiptoeing our way through the dark, doing our best not to wake anyone up, which is easier said than done when you’re a bit tipsy.

Walking down the hallway toward our rooms, I don’t even ask, just open my door and tug her inside with me.

“What’re you doing?” she gasps as I push her against the door. I press my hips against hers, loving her soft moan when my cock rubs against her.

Fuck, I want her. I want to sink so deep inside of her I lose myself.

Lightly gripping her neck with my left hand, I push her hair out of her face with my right. Gripping her throat tighter, I pull her in until my mouth is at her ear.

“Taking what’s mine,” I growl. Stepping back, I flick the button of her jeans. “Now, strip.”

She stares at me for a moment, her mouth gaping open, the shock evident across her face, and I want to laugh… except I’m not joking. She must realize it because she doesn’t say anything—just takes a moment to assess before stepping around me to undress. I lean back against the door, watching her every move until she’s down to her bra and panties. She unclasps her bra, dropping it to the floor, and slowly slides down her panties, watching me with a devilish smirk the entire time. Standing up straight, completely bare, she looks at me confidently. She has the kind of beauty that I can’t comprehend.

“Now what? We both know I won’t fuck you until you’ve been cleared. Definitely don’t want to have to explain to my boss that I’m the reason your recovery went to shit.”

“No one said anything about fucking, Tink. Now, get on the bed,” I growl as I lie down, my head on the pillow, and just watch her.

She listens—walks to the end of the bed, climbs on, and sits down. She's really being a brat tonight, taking everything I say literally, down to the word. The mischievous look in her eyes tells me she’s doing this on purpose.

“Now what?” she asks, almost daring me. “Besides you taking your shirt off? At least then I would have some skin to look at while I’m completely naked.”

With one hand I grip my shirt and gently lift it over my head, avoiding my left side and tossing the shirt on the ground. Her eyes watch me, landing first on my tattoo-covered chest and then snaking down my arms. I love watching the way she looks at me. I know she loves my tattoos—I can tell by the way she’s biting her lip while staring at them.

“Crawl to me, Tink,” I tell her, a sly grin on my face. I want her at my mercy, falling on my every word. But her eyes are fixed on my arms, on the new ink that’s just starting to heal.

I watch her stare for a moment before she’s on her hands and knees, slowly crawling over to me and into my lap. When she stops, her bare pussy resting right on top of my cock, I nearly say fuck her rules and take her right here, but her hands distract me. Her fingers immediately trace the new design.

Her design.

“Cade…” she whispers, her voice trailing off. “Wh-when did you get this?”

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