Page 13 of Dirty Girl

Jackie lefthours ago so the house is blessedly silent. She tried to talk to me before she left, but I brushed her off. For the first time in my life, I was actively hurtful toward another person. I’d feel bad about it, but I’m still upset about how flippantly she treated me earlier. I might not have confessed outright to losing my virginity, but as my friend she should know how monumental that would be for me.

I’ve spent the day reading the newest book in a series about big blue aliens and their human mates. I’m a complete book nerd. I’ll admit I stalk the authors I love on social media and stay up until all hours of the night sometimes when a book is too good to put down.

I look at the clock for about the hundredth time in the last five minutes—midnight. Frustrated, I punch my pillow and try to get comfortable. It’s useless. I can’t sleep. I’ve been restless for hours. Even my book couldn’t hold my attention anymore.

My mind keeps playing over the things Jenson and I did. Lord have mercy, the physical parts were awesome. The things he said. Not just the dirty talk—that was hot—but when he claimed me as his more than once. It made my heart race to hear the words come from his mouth.

I roll over to look at the clock again, only to see ten minutes has passed. It felt more like thirty. Giving up, I get out of bed and grab my robe. Hopefully, Jackie hasn’t come home yet. I listen at my door and when I decide the coast is clear, I sneak down the hall to Jenson’s room just like I used to.

The second I enter his space I feel relief. It’s been a hell of a couple days and I’m drained, both emotionally and physically. I drop my robe on the floor and crawl into his bed. I’m instantly enveloped with his scent and the tension I’ve been carrying all day melts away. I bury my face in his pillow and drift to sleep.

Mmm, I think to myself as I snuggle deeper into the warmth surrounding me. I bury my face into my pillow and inhale deeply, remembering how comforting it was to crawl into Jenson’s bed last night. I’m practically rubbing my body against the bed when his big hand cups my ass and pulls me against his body.

“You keep moving around like that and I’m going to end up buried inside you.” Jenson’s sleep rough voice has my panties melting right from my body.

I can’t find a single downside to his threat. Instead of doing as he says, I wiggle closer to him, pressing my breasts to his side and wrapping my leg around his thighs. Reflexively, his hold tightens on me and I sink into the sensation, loving every second of being in his strong arms. It’s like a dream come true. One I hope that I never wake up from.

“Tempting as you are, I don’t plan on having my way with you right now.” I must make some kind of sound because he chuckles and drops a kiss to my head. “I’ve created a monster,” he teases, his fingertips finding the soft curve of my hip, digging into the sensitive flesh lightly as he tickles me. I jerk in his arms, giggling.

“Okay, okay!” I gasp, trying to push his hand away. “No funny business.”

“Good girl. I want to talk to you about moving into the penthouse with me.”

Wait, what?!

I shoot up out of his arms, turning quickly to look down at him. “Are you insane?” I ask incredulously.

Jenson purposefully rises to his elbow. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me down until we are nose to nose with his eyes boring into mine. “I’m insane about you. I don’t know how many ways I can tell you that you’re mine. It’s simple. My penthouse is ready to move into and I want you with me. I can’t imagine having to send you home every night. I won’t be away from you. You. Are. Mine.”

Oh, God.

He’s serious. Totally, completely, not brokering any arguments, serious. I want to say yes. I want to tackle him down to the mattress and rub my body all over his while I scream yes over and over again, but this is crazy. It’s too fast. Not to mention what Jackie would say—or their parents for that matter.

“I can’t move in with you…” I start, but I’m interrupted when I hear Jackie pounding on my bedroom door down the hall. “Oh shit,” I whisper shout, totally panicking.

I jump from the bed, practically tripping over my own feet on the way to the door. I put my ear to the wood and listen. Jackie is obviously standing outside my bedroom, talking at me through the door. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but it sounds like she’s getting frustrated.

Shit, shit, shit.

I’m half a second away from a coronary when Jenson’s big, naked body crowds me against the door. His hands rest on either side of my head as he pushes against my back, the ridged line of his cock presses against me. He bundles my hair in his fist forcing me to arch my back when he lightly tugs. Lips to my ear, his voice is a sexy rumble that causes my nipples to tighten and my pussy to drip. “Quit acting like this is our dirty little secret.”

He drops his other hand from the door, slipping his fingers directly into my panties and unerringly finds my clit. The rough pad of his thumb circles the sensitive nub as he pushes two of his thick digits into my wet core. I try to bite back my moan, but fail terribly. The pleasure is too much, too fast. He’s working my body like a fine-tuned instrument. Every stroke of my clit is timed perfectly with the thrusting of his fingers, until I’m a quivering mess of need.

“That’s it. Soak my fingers. You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

I nod my head furiously. Each motion adds tingles of pain to my scalp from where he’s still got my hair fisted.

“Yeah, you’re going to come with my sister right on the other side of the door. You’re going to cry out your release and she’s going to hear how dirty you are.”

He’s right, I can’t hold my orgasm at bay. Heat builds in my belly until I’m a tightly coiled spring barely balancing on the edge. I desperately hold back my release. Unwilling to let go when Jackie is just across the hallway. But holding it back only makes me burn hotter. I can hear the wetness of my pussy every time Jenson moves his fingers inside me. My clit is so engorged that the lightest touch curls my toes.

“Please.” I gasp, willing him to stop this delicious torture.

“All you have to do is let go, Dylan.” His voice is liquid fire to my already burning body. Temptation and sin with the promise of ecstasy. “Come for me.”

My control snaps and the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced rolls through my body. The force is so strong my muscles seize as I scream out my release. Chanting Jenson’s name repeatedly as his fingers thrust into my pussy—drawing out my orgasm until my knees give out.

Jenson cradles me in his arms as he carries me over to the bed and sits with his back to the headboard. We are quiet for a long time, both lost in our own thoughts. He finally breaks the silence, bringing me back to reality with his words.

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