Page 2 of Such A Dirty Girl
They’d done it.
Pride filled my chest as the team surrounded Jake, roughing up his hair and slapping him on the back. Another step closerto the end stages of the tournament. To getting scouted by one of the premiership teams. If whispers were to be believed, two London clubs had their eye on him.
If he could keep playing strong over the rest of the season, Jake could get everything he’d worked so hard for.
And me? Well, I could finally stop having to see Drew every morning.
Because the way he infuriated me had got under my skin in ways that were becoming hard to ignore.
TWO
DREW
Steam billowed out of the shower room into the changing area. The patter of water mingled with my teammates’ voices as we celebrated our win.
Celebrated Jake.
Always the good one. The better player. The better boyfriend. The better son.
Who could blame them? Not me. I’d been worshipping the ground he walked on since the day we met. Jake Belmont. The rich bitch from the good side of town. His mum married down when she fell for my father, and while she may have loved him, I was nothing but a scruffy tagalong.
Too rough. Too unkempt. Too much of a bad influence.
Never good enough to live up to her standards. And in the shadow of my stepbrother’s glow, I’d lingered in the dark. Spent my days watching the world fawn over Jake. The praise hoisted upon him pushed my sorry ass further into the dirt.
Still, I never blamed Jake. The sun truly shone out of his perfectly sculpted ass. An ass I’d spent years dreaming about.Craving.
Stripping off, I threw my muddied clothing into the bin next to the shower room and gave myself to the hot water. Let itwash away the dirt and the rage. Jake never looked at me the way I looked at him. He reserved all of that for his darling little girlfriend, Sarah. They’re sickly sweet together. All trying to outdo one another with kindness. Forever suggesting they watch the others favourite movies and bringing their favourite snacks. Complimentary outfits and matching perfectly angelic smiles. To the outside world, they’re a power couple, but I knew better.
My bedroom sat right next to Jake’s.
The hole I’d made years ago, covered by a picture on my end and half-concealed on his side by a bookshelf, let me see the side of them that no-one else got to. A hole I’d made when I was still dumb enough to believe he might want me too.
The boredom on her face while he so tenderly made love to her. The way she’d grip her own throat out of his sight just to finish. The rough porn when he wasn’t there as she fucked herself on his bed.
Sarah loved him, no doubt, but their compatibility was off. The eventual death knell for most relationships. Only she didn’t leave.
Nearly four years, they’d been entwined. And my desperation was growing. I needed Jake like I needed to breathe. He’d fucked around with other guys before her, just not me.
I soaped up as the shower room filled with a sea of naked men. Rugby blokes were rarely shy. Individual shower stalls were rare at our level in the league. You just averted your eyes and got the job done.
‘Good game, huh?’ Jake said, ducking under the shower head immediately next to me. My pulse quickened, and I hoped that any visible flush in my cheeks could be put down to the steam.
‘Yeah. You were great out there.’ The tight valley down the centre of his abs was impossible to ignore. It screamed: Cum in here and drink it like a fucking shot.
‘Wewere great! Takes the team to win.’
Gorgeous and humble to boot. No wonder I was doomed the day we met.
‘The tackle you made on Fry was killer; he’ll be feeling that tomorrow,’ Jake said, slapping me on the back and sending a spray of water droplets onto his chest. His delicious, solid chest. He cracked a smile that melted my soul before slapping shampoo onto his head, his blond hair darkened by the running water.
Then it happened.
A thickening between my thighs. Heat rushed and filled my cock with need.
Oh shit. Not here.
Turning away from Jake, I screwed my eyes shut and let the water fall over my face.
