Page 9 of Dirty Girl

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Jenson

I cradleDylan to my chest and carry her to the bedroom, stopping in my tracks when I see the sheet discarded on the floor and the bare mattress. Shit. I change course and set Dylan down on the chair.

“Stay here. I’ll grab a clean sheet.”

Her eyes flick to the dirty sheet and her cheeks flush pink. So fucking beautiful. I make quick work of putting clean sheets on the bed, and then tuck my girl in. I crawl in behind her and spoon my body against her back.

My hand slips down her belly until my fingers find her soft curls. I love that she’s not shaved or waxed. She’s neatly trimmed, but in a natural way. My fingers travel lower until I’m cupping her pussy with my hand. I can’t seem to help myself. And by the way she slightly spreads her legs to give me the access I crave, I can tell she doesn’t mind.

“I really shouldn’t stay in here,” she says, even as she melts into my chest.

“Why’s that, beautiful?”

She sighs in pleasure as I trail my lips over her shoulder and onto her neck—so responsive.

“What if someone comes in?”

Ah. She thinks I care if we get caught together. Silly girl. I wasn’t joking when I said she is mine. This isn’t just a casual fuck. I’m keeping her whether she likes it or not.

“I don’t fucking care if someone comes in. You’re mine.” My words leave no room for confusion or doubt about my intentions. I half expect her to argue or put up some kind of fight, but she just softly says okay and snuggles deeper into my arms. Minutes later, her breaths are slow and even indicating she’s fallen asleep.

Exhaustion weighs heavily on me, but I can’t find sleep for myself. Holding Dylan close, I think about the cluster fuck that happened last night. Fucking Emily. She was trouble in high school and is even worse now. She went from annoying to all-out psycho stalker.

One drunk fuck damn near eight years ago and I’m still paying for it. She’s gone from blowing up my phone to showing up at my club, Pitch Black. She’s even gone so far as to follow me home. I shut that shit down quick. But showing up at Pitch Black last night, high out of her mind and waving around an ultrasound picture was the last straw. By the time I got there, my manager, Reg, had her contained in my office. But not before she screamed to anyone who would listen that I knocked her up and abandoned her.

I spent the entire drive to the club in a rage. I had to leave my woman because the psycho bitch just wouldn’t leave me alone. I felt like the lowest piece of shit ever stealing away Dylan’s virginity, then leaving her alone minutes later to deal with my biggest regret in life.

If I would’ve just stayed strong and pushed Emily away I would’ve been able to give my virginity to Dylan, but alcohol and teenage boy hormones don’t mix responsibly. Now I need to put Emily in her place once and for all. I can’t risk her coming between Dylan and me now that she’s finally mine.

Thank God, there is no possible way that baby is mine. When I pointed this out, Emily went from self-righteous anger to a begging, blubbering mess so fast I could have gotten whiplash. She threw herself at me, crying about how much she loves me and that I have to accept our baby. Fed up, I had Reg call her parents to come collect their daughter. When they got there, they apologized profusely for her behavior.

After she followed me home, I had Reg run a full background on her and learned that she has a history of mental illness. Apparently, she went off her meds over a year ago and refused any assistance her parents offered. Now with the potential grandchild, they aren’t going to take any risks and made the decision to take her straight to Shorewood Memorial.

What a mess.

Dylan stretches in her sleep, practically purring like a content kitten as she rubs her little ass against me. My dick is instantly hard and wanting. I close my eyes and focus on the perfection in my arms. Emily is checked into a psych ward getting the help she so clearly needs and all that matters now is Dylan.

I wakeup to an empty bed. The pillow is cold. Obviously, Dylan has been gone some time. Anger flashes through me, but I temper it. It’d be a mistake to fly off the rails with her. Seeing her so confused and upset last night is enough to make me think before I act.

My cock is rock hard as I remember the way she looked on her knees in front of me. It was obvious that she wasn’t experienced, but the enthusiasm she showed more than compensated for the lack of skill.

Fuck.

Now I need a cold shower or a dip in the Arctic. Hell, I don’t even know that that would kill this erection. The fucker is so hard it hurts. I’m about to head to the shower when the door opens and Dylan slips inside my room. She’s quiet as a mouse when she clicks the door closed. I watch her as she moves about the room. I smile when she lifts my shirt to her nose and takes a deep breath. She hugs the shirt close then glances at me. The look of shock on her face when she realizes I’m awake is priceless.

“You’re awake,” she squeaks, dropping my shirt like a hot potato.

Damn she’s cute.

“Yeah, pretty girl. I woke up without you, though,” I teasingly scold her.

She ducks her head then tucks her hair behind her ear. “Sorry, Jenson. I didn’t want to wake you. You were so tired and looked so peaceful.”

“Hmm… come here, beautiful.”

I love that she doesn’t hesitate. Her pert little nipples press against her dress and her cheeks are pink with an all-too-familiar blush. I hope she never loses that shy innocence. I want to do filthy, dirty things to her, but I’d do anything to let her keep that innocence. She’s the most genuine woman I have ever met. No pretense. And the best part, she doesn’t even know it.

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