Page 1 of Dirty Girl

Prologue

Three Years Ago

Jenson

The house is completely darkwhen the cab drops me off. I let out a sigh of relief knowing that I’ve bought at least a few hours before I’ll be forced to socialize. This is the first time I’ve been home since I left for college two years ago. If it weren’t for my parents twenty-fifth wedding anniversary celebration being this weekend, I wouldn’t be here now.

Originally, the plan was to get my bachelors at Columbia and then come home to work with my father while I finished out my master’s degree at Stanford, but that’s impossible now. The temptation is too much. I can’t be here. Not yet.

I’ve avoided coming home at all costs. School holidays have been spent travelling with friends. Because I’m in an accelerated program, I’m taking summer classes—completing my business degree in three years instead of four.

My new plan is getting an internship after graduation and working while I pursue my masters at Columbia. Of course, my dad was disappointed, but mom was so proud that her joy overshadowed any of his objections.

Beyond that, my only plan revolves around claiming my girl once and for all. Staying away has been torture, but being close to her and not being able to have her is worse.

My little sister’s best friend… the girl I crave like my next breath. She’s the reason I graduated high school a year early. Why I went across the country to attend Columbia University instead of staying close to home and going to my father’s alma mater. She’s the star of my every fantasy and keeper of my heart, yet she doesn’t even know.

She can’t know.

Ever since my sister, Jackie, befriended Dylan, I’ve had an uncontrollable need to protect her. She’s pure and innocent, walking around thinking the very best of everyone around her. Even the bullies who picked on her at school, couldn’t smash that candy-coated innocence.

My sister is larger than life. She’s been that way since she came screaming into our family. I’ll admit, my five-year-old self hated the crying bundle. As soon as she could crawl, she started following me around everywhere and I finally felt that brotherly surge of protectiveness my dad told me about. When Dylan came into the picture that protectiveness naturally encompassed her.

I’m not sure when things started to change, but my feelings for Dylan morphed into something I didn’t quite understand. As she grew up, blossoming into a young woman, I began to get jealous of the boys hanging around her. It wasn’t just wanting to kick their asses if they hurt her—it was wanting to kick their asses for even thinking about looking at her.

Not that she noticed them looking, with her cute little nose always stuck in a book.

How her and Jackie remain such close friends I’ll never know. They are the epitome of opposites attracting. Over-the-top, outgoing Jackie being best friends with the shyest, most soft-spoken girl in school is laughable, but somehow they fit. Dylan grounds Jackie and Jackie pushes Dylan out of her shell. They’re good for each other.

The house is blessedly silent when I walk in the front door, but I still find myself holding my breath as I head toward my bedroom. I say a small prayer of thanks when I get to the door without incident. I want nothing more than to hide myself away. It was a long as hell flight with an unscheduled layover in Chicago due to engine troubles. I’m ready to collapse in bed and sleep until lunch.

The door quietly snicks shut and I rest my head on the cool wood heaving out a sigh of relief. I drop my bag to the floor and relax for the first time since I got the call to come home. My dad let me know in no uncertain terms that it was unacceptable to miss the party. That mom would be crushed and he wouldn’t tolerate it. So here I am—home.

I flick on the light, and come up short when laying in my bed is the very reason why I snuck through the house like a thief in the night.

Taking her in, I allow myself this one moment to admire the woman she’s growing into—even if it is wrong. I should turn on my heels and leave. I shouldn’t be looking at her the way I am. She’s still too young, but I give in to temptation anyway.

Curled on her side with her hands tucked under her face, Dylan’s long lashes rest against her cheeks. Her pert nose is both delicate and strong. Her lips a perfect cupid’s bow. She radiates innocence—so soft and trusting. That innocent look stops with her perfect heart-shaped face though.

With her knees curled up close to her body, the tiny little boy cut panties she’s wearing are tight around her curvy ass. Her cheeks peek out underneath the cotton and lace. What’s really killing me though, is the tight pink tank top stretched across her tiny breasts showcasing her nipples. The very nipples I long to worship with my mouth.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I have my cell phone in hand, snapping a picture of the vision in front of me—something to torture myself once I’m gone again. I know I should go crash in one of the many guest rooms, but I can’t make myself leave. Not with my girl sleeping so prettily in my bed. I would give anything to crawl in bed with her, but instead I settle into the chair on the opposite side of the room. I can’t have her, but I can still give myself this moment where I sit and watch over her as she sleeps. It’s wrong and a little creepy, but I can’t help myself. I’m in love with her.

It took me a long time to figure out she was the one, but once I did it was like my whole world clicked into place. I tried to date other girls in high school—girls my age—but they couldn’t keep my attention. My ex, Emily, has proven time and again that dating is a bad choice. She tried to seduce me for months, but I repeatedly pushed her away. One too many drinks at a party and I finally gave in and slept with her. It’s a lame excuse and a bad choice that I will regret for the rest of my life. I should have saved myself for Dylan and I hope that she’ll save herself for me. I know that’s ridiculous. She has no clue how I feel about her, but it doesn’t stop me from hoping that I’ll be the only one to have her when the time comes.

I’m not sure how long I watch Dylan before I fall asleep, but eventually the long night wears on me and I dose off. The sun is shining brightly through the window when I’m roused from sleep by Dylan’s soft gasp. My eyes pop open and instantly land on her. She’s still laying in the bed, eyes closed, but she’s now on her back. Her legs are parted and her hand is buried in her panties.

Holy fucking shit.

Dylan’s other hand cups her small breast and she squeezes gently. Her hand works beneath her panties, her delicate fingers rubbing slow circles. My cock is hard as a rock behind my zipper and my heart is a frozen lump of muscle in my chest. My lungs burn from the need to breathe, but I’m terrified of what will happen if I do. Like maybe she’ll stop and this dream will be over. Or that she won’t stop and I’ll lose control and take something that can’t be mine—yet.

When she gasps and my name whispers from her lips like a prayer, I’m lost. I groan as if my name on her lips was a physical blow to my body. Her eyes fly open and she pulls her hand from her panties like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. If I weren’t having to use every ounce of my self-control to keep my ass in this chair, I would have laughed at the analogy, but as it is I’m barely holding onto my restraint.

“Oh my God,” Dylan whimpers as she takes me in. Her cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment and she buries her face in her hands. She’s mumbling to herself and even though I can’t make out what she’s saying, I’m getting agitated by how upset she is. My girl should never feel embarrassed by her sexuality—especially when it’s me that’s fueling her desires.

If I were a lesser man, I’d be strutting around the room like the cock of the walk knowing that sweet little Dylan Thomas touches her virgin pussy while thinking about me. But I’m not a lesser man. I’m the man who moved across the country to give her a chance to grow up before making my intentions known. I’m the man who will give her the whole world on a silver platter when the time is right. I’m the man who will love her from afar because it’s the right thing to do.

I rise from the chair, careful to make noise so she knows I’m crossing the room to her. I gently set my hand on her shoulder and wince when she flinches away from my touch. I school my expression before she looks up at me and hold my hands up in surrender. “It’s okay, Dylan…”

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