Page 32 of Hate So Deep (Hate #4)

NOW

Lauren

Although I don’t think Colt cared one way or the other about my missing their reception, I did send Finn a text apologizing.

Now, they’re in Hawaii celebrating their nuptials.

When I’m not thinking about my last moments with Dirk, both disturbingly hot and just disturbing, I’m obsessing about my last interaction with the police.

I can’t put this off any longer. I need more answers, but Gage was less than helpful, and Dirk denied seeing anything fishy that night.

I have to assume if he knew something he would fess up because he knows the shit storm I'm in. Although to be fair, our ending was less than amicable and maybe he’s washed his hands of me altogether.

Either way, I’m not prepared when I roll over and find Dirk standing in my room by the fucking door and I sit up just as he says, “We need to talk.”

“You fucking scared me,” I mutter but he merely raises a brow. “I don’t think there’s anything to say except fuck you. Oh, and fuck you.”

Once again, he’s immune which only ratchets my rage, and I roll my eyes before flopping to my back on the bed.

“What the fuck do you want?” I mutter.

My soul still stings from the cruel words he flung at me and now he’s here…in my fucking room.

How dare he?

Dare he does, I guess because he says, “I need to know what you remember about that night.”

That night. Of course, he’s not here to see me. Whatever was between us, it’s gone now.

He burned that shit to the ground and I’m tempted to tell him to fuck off and die but the possibility of going to jail for murder trumps my hurt feelings.

Fuck you, common sense.

Silently sighing, I cover my eyes with my arm and ask, “Why?”

“Why?” he says, waving around the room. “Because two days ago the police were interrogating you like a damn suspect.”

Since I can’t deny the shitstorm, I’m caught in and I’m seriously scared, I give in and mumble, “I remember the party with you…”

When he doesn’t say anything, I peek under my arm to find him glaring at the wall.

Okay, apparently reminding him that we fucked is a sore subject. Boo-fucking-hoo.

“I got drunk after,” I continue. “We went to another party but that’s where it gets hazy.”

“And your friend doesn’t remember anything important?”

Shaking my head, I close my eyes as regret washes through me. For all I know, I was raped, and I don’t know if it’s a blessing or not being in the dark.

“What about the texts?” he asks.

“I texted Buck and apparently he actually responded and came to get me.”

It’s totally unusual for my brother to care but maybe he was feeling nostalgic that night.

Who knows?

“How do you know he came?” Dirk asks.

Rolling from the bed, I stumble toward the dresser, mumbling, “Because someone told me.”

“Who?” Dirk asks and I eye him as he pushes away from the wall.

He’s so beautiful that I have to look away but not before I see the storm brewing in his eyes.

What fucking now?

Ignoring his stony expression, I sneer, “Why did you tell people that I was yours if you supposedly didn’t want me?”

“Don’t kid yourself,” he snorts. “Colt may hate you but you’re still his sister. I did what I had to do because you were too fucking stupid to stay home.”

I can only stare with my jaw at my knees until he says, “Stop pouting, get your head out of your ass and stay the fuck away from those assholes.”

“Are you for real right now?” I hiss, swinging my fist in the air. “Get the fuck out of my life.”

With a smirk, he says, “Gladly.”

I will not cry in front of this asshat…I will not…Grrr.

Grabbing my pillow, I lob it at his head, but he easily catches it and drops it to the floor. I want to hurt him like he’s hurt me, but I can’t because he doesn’t fucking care.

This is when I rub my eyes and ask, “If you don’t think I’m capable of hurting my brother, why are you asking me this shit?”

“Because you’re worried,” he growls, wrenching on my arm. “By the way, I burned the fucking shirt, Lauren. You shouldn’t have been carrying it around in your purse.”

“So, you do think it’s possible,” I whisper, and he leans in until our mouths are touching.

“No, I don’t. Why the fuck would you go to Gage and ask him a bunch of questions?”

“Because,” I sneer against his lips. “I needed answers. What’s it to you ?”

He releases me so quickly that I stumble back. Turning away, I eye him as he runs his hands down his face.

“What are you not telling me?” I ask and he stiffens. “What? What is it?”

When I slap his back and he doesn’t budge, I shove him away. “Oh my god! I did kill my brother.”

Swinging around, Dirk growls, “For the last fucking time. You didn’t kill your brother, Lauren.”

“Right,” I say, slashing my hand through the air. “You don’t know shit.”

Grabbing me up, he searches my gaze and says, “I know because I brought you home that night and you weren’t covered in fucking blood.”

“Wh-What?” I stutter.

Is he saying…

“You lied to me,” I cry, and he grimaces. “ Why ?”

“Because you didn’t need to know…”

“What?” I ask, searching those dark eyes.

“That I didn’t want you to fuck anyone but me,” he says before his mouth crashes to mine.

Our tongues collide in a frenzy as he turns to the bed and pushes me onto the mattress.

Although the tiny sensible part of my brain screams to end this right fucking now, instead I moan his name as he drops to his knees and shoves my night shirt up.

“Fucking amazing,” he groans, licking between my folds.

Grabbing his head, I arch into his face as he licks me up, down and around before thrusting inside.

“Jesus,” I pant, tingles radiating from my core to basically every-freaking-where.

In a daze, I glance down and spy his sparkling eyes before he thrusts a finger inside me with a wicked smirk and circles my clit with his lips.

Groaning, I buck into the air, begging for more and he complies, biting down on it gently.

“F-Fuck,” I cry as I convulse and a rush of pleasure cascades through me on wings of wicked fire.

“That’s so fucking hot, baby girl,” he groans, his eyes meeting mine while he laves my clit in silken waves.

“Too much,” I rasp but he just grins wickedly.

“I’m not done yet.”

Oh. Shit.

Sliding two fingers inside me, he pumps as he sucks at my clit, alternating between gentle nips and wrapping his lips around it.

This time, the sting that rushes through me is almost too much and I close my eyes as the waves build again.

“Look at me,” he demands, and I meet his gaze.

My soul burns at the wildness behind his eyes while heat surges through me and I clutch my chest, exploding all over his waiting tongue.

I’m still pulsing deliciously when he stands and thrusts inside before pumping rapidly.

When I scoot across the bed, he grabs my hips and pulls me back. His brutal thrusts rub me in all the right places, and I slam my hips against him, chasing my pleasure while he plunders for his.

His lips pull into a smirk when our eyes meet before he taps my clit, rolling it between his fingers.

“Dirk,” I moan, biting my lip.

“Dirty,” he rasps, “fucking doll.”

At his words, I fly over the precipice as he flicks my bean and when he shudders inside me, I convulse in delicious waves before dropping to the bed with a dazed smile.

Later when I roll over, Dirk is still here but this time, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, with his head in his hands.

Although what we just did will live forever in my heart, seeing his defeated posture reminds me that this can never be more.

Ignoring the brutal burn of disappointment in my throat, I say, “If there was no blood on me when you brought me home, then where did it come from?”

I’m giving him an out not only for him but for me because I don’t want to hear how we can’t be together. It will only create another bruise in my already tender heart.

Dropping his arms, he stands and reaches for his pants as he says, “I don’t know but whatever it is, Lauren. It’s got nothing to do with your brother.”

While I want so badly to believe him, it doesn’t add up. Something happened and whoever it happened to, they lost a lot of blood. I had no beef with Aimee and even though she was at my house, I can’t think of a single reason why I would hurt her.

At least with Buck, we were almost constantly butting heads, and he scared the shit out of me.

Either way, this doesn’t involve Dirk. I need to either put this to rest as the unsolved mystery, it will remain or continue asking questions until someone has answers.

As if reading my thoughts, Dirk grunts, “Just let it go. Stop asking questions.”

“Why?” Leaning my head on my hand, I silently admire the way his chest ripples when he shrugs his shirt over his head.

“Because the police are asking the same shit, baby girl. Someone’s bound to mention your little investigation and it doesn’t look good for you.”

I suppose he’s right, but he doesn’t have to worry about the police or his mother slowly losing her mind.

He doesn’t have to go home and look her in the eye knowing it’s possible I could have prevented what happened to her precious child.

With a sigh, I grab my shirt at the end of the bed and pull it over my shoulders while Dirk puts on his shoes.

Now that Finn and Colt are married, there’s no plausible reason to see him again and I search for something to say when all I want is to beg him for a chance.

See me. Love me. Choose me.

What a crock of shit.

“Dirk?” I whisper.

“Yeah?” he grunts, grabbing his phone and wallet off the floor.

“Be…careful, yeah? Wherever they send you.”

He whips around, his eyes wide before his lips quirk into a sexy smirk that sends tingles across my skin. Touching my cheek, he trails his finger down and over my bottom lip before saying, “I’m always careful, baby girl.”