Page 7 of Such A Dirty Girl
‘Who says I’m wet?’ The words came out before I could smother them.
‘Do you want me to check for you?’ Drew narrowed his eyes, his lips pulling into a snarl.
‘No,’ I gasped. ‘I’m dating your brother. You wouldn’t do that to him.’
‘You’re right, I wouldn’t. Not foryou.’ The “you” dripped like something scraped from his shoe. It should have made me hate him more, but there was no denying the tiny moan that escaped my mouth.
‘Well, fuck me, Sarah. You’re a proper sick little puppy. I knew you wanted Jake to take control, but I didn’t know you were aching to be hate-fucked by any man who’d put his hand on your throat and make you beg for more.’
Shame burned hot in my chest, pricking my eyes with tears.
And Drew? He laughed.
‘Damn, Sarah. This might be the prettiest you’ve ever looked. Because for once, you’re not wearing that prim, perfect princess mask.’
Finding my senses, I shoved him away, rubbing my throat to erase the feel of his fingers.
‘You can’t talk about pretending. Your whole life is just one big pity party. Maybe you need to stop hiding behind the ‘my stepmum hates me’, and ‘I’m so hard done by’ and actually get a life.’ I spat the words at him, knowing they were cruel, but feeling ashamed enough to lash out.
‘I’m going to get a life,’ Drew said, his face closing on mine.
My pulse picked up as his breath tickled my lower lip. His dark eyes fixed on mine for a beat while I fought the urge to lean closer.
‘I’m going to steal yours.’
Disbelief hit me like a slap to the face as Drew smirked.
‘What?’ I said.
Drew stepped back as confusion slammed into me.
‘What the hell do you mean?’ I followed him as he headed toward the stairs.
‘Don’t worry, sweet Sarah, you’ll find out.’
‘I’m going to tell Jake.’ My words stopped him on the top stair, and he leaned over the railing and grinned cockily.
‘No, you won’t. Because I know what you did last year.’
Dread coated my stomach as he bounded down the stairs. I stumbled into the now empty bathroom and clung to the sink, my pupils blown wide, betraying me in the mirror.
FIVE
JAKE
Sarah practically climbed me, like a rabid monkey searching for fruit at the top of a tree, the moment we were securely back in my room. I thought the brief conversation with my mother would have cooled her jets, but since returning from her bathroom trip at the party, she’d been wound tight, salivating to get me alone.
Not that I was complaining.
It had been months since I’d seen even a glimmer of that attraction.
Harried kisses were disrupted only by the removing of clothes. They lay discarded like debris from our path of lust-fuelled destruction. She tasted like pineapple and mint as I scooped her against me, deepening our kiss, trying to slow the onslaught of her just enough to take a breath.
‘Fuck me, Jake,’ she begged against my lips as I stroked my hands down to the small of her back.
‘Not yet,’ I murmured, wanting to make sure she came first. If there was one thing I wasn’t, it was a selfish lover. I always took care of my girl first. ‘Patience, sweet girl.’
‘I don’t want to be sweet tonight,’ Sarah moaned as I pushed her back onto the bed and split her thighs wide. Her pussyglimmered in the lamplight. Soaked. I grinned at her readiness. Damn, I didn’t know what had gotten into her, but I liked it.
