Page 9 of Dirty
This was really irresponsible behavior. This was flirting with disaster in the biggest way. “Fine.” I took the bottle and chugged.
The next hour passed by in a blur. At some point, I started feeling good. Really good. And then I just started to feel drunk, and missed the feeling good part.
My conscience kept whispering in my ear that I should get some sleep, that tomorrow was going to be a long day, but in the end even she began to slur her words and said what the hell. I never cut loose anymore. I was Little Miss Sensible, getting to sleep at a reasonable time, working after hours on my projects, cooking my own meals, and looking forward to Sundays, so I could clean and fold all my laundry.
Where had fun-loving Sera disappeared to? She’d gone out on the weekends with Sadie and gotten rip-roaring drunk, weaving arm-in-arm with her friend through the streets of Seattle, singing bawdy songs at the top of her lungs. She’d gone on adventures for the sheer hell of it. She’d gone kite surfing. She’d seen a guy she’d liked in a bar and made the first move, because she was confident and sexy, and she could be anyone she wanted to be, and do anything she wanted to do.
Now I searched myself, hunting high and low, and found no trace of that Sera left behind. She’d vanished, and no one had bothered to put up missing posters or tried to hunt her down, least of all me. “How old are you?” I asked Fix, peering at him over the top of the pillow I was now hugging to my chest.
“Thirty-seven,” he replied. “You’re…” He half-closed one eye, studying me. “You’re twenty-eight.”
“Yeah. Wow. I am. Most guys guess four or five years younger than they really think a woman is, just to stroke her ego. Does that mean you think I look thirty-three?”
“No. You look twenty-eight. I don’t play stupid games.”
“Pffftttt. Yeah, right.”
“I don’t.”
“What was all that stupid, ‘wanna see my cock’ bullshit, then? That was a game if ever I saw one.”
“I beg to differ.”
“You were trying to fluster me. Make me all embarrassed and shy or some shit. Guys think women faint whenever they mention their dicks. It’s hilarious.”
“I said it because I meant it. I’ll happily prove it.”
I raised the nearly empty tequila bottle, tipping it in his direction. “Be my guest.”He wasn’t going to just whip his dick out right here and now. Even a smooth-talking, macho, big talker like him wouldn’t just take down his pants and get his cock out. He didn’t take those pale eyes off me as he unfastened his belt, though. Continued to stare at me as he unzipped his fly. And he maintained eye contact every second as he pushed his boxers down over his hips, and his cock sprang free.
Oh…my…god.
I’d asked for that one.
I wasn’t looking. Hadn’t dared look down to see what he was doing with his hands and his dick. I just held Fix’s intimidating gaze, doing my damnedest not to react like a prudish little schoolgirl. “You’re an asshole,” I informed him. “You can put it away now.”
“But you haven’t even looked. I’ll be offended if you don’t take a quick peek.” His grin was fiendish to say the least.
“Whatever.” I gripped onto the tequila bottle so tightly that I suspected I wasn’t far away from shattering the glass neck. I looked down, trying to act nonchalant, but I felt my cheeks explode with color the moment I saw what Fix was doing. Not only was he big, but both his hands were wrapped around the shaft of his cock, and he was slowly working them up and down. His dick really was stunning. I was sure plenty of women had swooned at the sight of it, because I was feeling rather impressed, and I didn’t typically care what a guy’s junk looked like, so long as he knew how to use it.
From the dark, sexual glimmer in Fix’s eyes, I could tell he knewexactlyhow to use that thing.
“You really have no shame, do you?” I said, drinking to hide the blush that had stained my cheeks.
Fix looked down at himself; he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, pulling it through his own teeth, groaning a little. He squeezed his dick in his hands, then let his head fall back onto the pillows. “Shame?” He laughed. “I know all about shame. I used to wrestle with that bastard every hour of the waking day. Now I don’t have the time.”
“Jerking off too much?”
Fix hissed out a breath of amused laughter. “Life’s just too short for that kind of bullshit. I like being real. I like being honest, as much as I can be, especially with myself. Are you honest with yourself, Sera?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me…is watching me touch myself turning you on?”
I balked at the question. He really had no right asking me personal shit like that, but then again he didn’t exactly have the right to be stroking his dick in front of me, either. I’d pretty much invited him to do that. I stole a glance down, my heart stalling for a couple of beats as I watched Fix tease the end of his cock. He was so fucking hard. He must have been hard even before he’d undone his pants and gotten his cock out. He twitched a little as he pumped his hand up and down, and a wall of heat slammed into me, stealing my breath. Hewasturning me on.
Watching him do this felt…wrong. Dirty. Immoral. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. I set my jaw, channeling a defiant streak a mile wide, as I said as evenly as I could, “Yeah. It’s turning me on. You know it is.”
Fix made an appreciative humming sound, low and gruff, as if it originated in his boots. He seemed pretty damn pleased with my response. “Are you wet right now?”
