Page 45 of Hate So Deep (Hate #4)

NOW

Dirk

I’ve spent the last few days making the rounds but despite questioning new people who were around that night, I haven’t found out anything new.

The fool had more bravado than brains and frankly it was only a matter of time before he ended up dead because of it.

Of course, Buck had to have the last laugh and he’s dragging his sister down with him.

Did he create an elaborate plan to blame it on Lauren? If so, he was more diabolical than I gave him credit for.

How do we prove it though?

I’m not stupid, I know people do things and regret it, but Lauren was so wasted or apparently drugged that night, she barely made it past the front door.

How in the hell would she then seemingly attack Aimee, move her dead body, and clean up in the aftermath.

It’s not fucking possible.

However, with Buck gone there’s no one to tell the truth and that makes this ten times harder.

Beyond that, after Lauren’s sassy attitude this evening and that fucking prick who eyed her like his next prize, my fingers burn to spank her pretty ass.

This is why after laying it all out for Colt, I drove to her home and snuck inside.

It’s a risk because I’m sure Trent would kill me if he found out, but whatever, I’m tired of this game.

As long as I’m here, Lauren is going to know who’s in charge. Me.

Now, I’m sitting on her bed in the darkened room when she enters. She doesn’t bother to turn on the light and I watch her like a total creeper while she removes her boots and stands to push off her pants.

It’s only when she turns and pauses, meeting my gaze in the darkness that I stand.

“Dirk?” she whispers, and I approach, ignoring the way my chest tightens when she looks up at me with those wide green eyes.

She’s my fucking kryptonite and for tonight at least, I’m tired of fighting it, which is why I pull her against my chest so I can feel her shiver in my arms.

When she raises her gaze, I grab her silky hair and bunch it in my hand as I say, “I’m gonna fuck you, baby girl.”

Her answering whimper shoots straight to my dick, and I push her toward the bed before pressing on her shoulders until she’s bent over the mattress where her ass mocks me behind a cute pair of panties with a small red bow.

I can’t resist her silky warmth and run my fingers beneath the thin fabric, rasping, “So fucking beautiful.”

“Oh,” she moans, dropping her head to the bed while I caress between her cheeks before teasing the seam of her ass.

The pale globes of her luscious butt tremble under my hands and with a grin, I smack her cheek before treating the other to the same.

“Dirk,” she hisses but I press against her back.

“Quiet,” I say. “I’m gonna be pissed if your dad walks in before I get inside you.”

My warning does the trick, thank fuck and she subsides immediately while I caress the smooth skin of her back and say, “That’s it. My dirty doll wants my dick, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.”

My heart thumps painfully at the whispered word and I close my eyes. What would I give to hear her beg for this every night for the rest of our lives?

But this can’t be more than what it is and shaking myself of the thought, I drop to my knees and say, “I need a little taste, hm before I fuck you.”

When she arches her back, I chuckle before swiping between her folds. She’s so fucking perfect and as I tease along her opening before thrusting inside, I marvel at how open she is about sex.

Was she like this before me?

Hm.

Twisting her clit between my fingers, I growl, “You fuck that asshole?”

“Wh-What?” she moans, bucking into my hand.

“That Tim fucker,” I say before licking her clit.

“No,” she breathes and although I know I’m not her first, I let it go because it’s not one of those douches she keeps gravitating toward.

It’s me and I want her to remember this every fucking time it’s someone else thinking they can take my place.

Her thighs tremble as I dip my fingers inside her before wrapping my tongue around her bud. While she bucks and pleads above me, my lungs burn to make her orgasm over and fucking over again.

She’s soft, her skin smooth and creamy and I groan when she convulses around my fingers before collapsing to the bed with a sigh.

Since it always feels like the last time with this woman, a notion that presses at my chest with an uncomfortable weight, I bring her to the brink again before forcing her over the side.

Her beautiful cry makes me grin, but I fear our time is running out and after dropping my pants, I run my dick between her silken folds and growl, “Show me how much you want this.”

Wordlessly, she pulls to her hands and knees and arches her ass, giving me the perfect angle to slide inside.

So, I do, running my fingers along her hips before grabbing her pretty tits as I bottom out.

My eyes roll at the sensation, and I pick up the pace when she moans, “Dirk, more.”

With a savage smile, I grab her hips and pound into her seeking my end in the only place I want to be. When she squeezes and bucks beneath me, I feel my balls pull up and reach around to find her clit before rolling it between my fingers.

Her limbs tremble in my embrace when she explodes and I groan, “You do me so good, baby doll.”

When she collapses back to the mattress, I follow before rolling to my back. I welcome the heat of her body as she curls around me, holding her close, and listening to the steady thrum of her heart as she slowly falls into slumber.

This might truly be the first time I’ve held her after sex, and I breathe in her unique scent of lemons and something spicy before easing from the bed.

Although I’d like nothing more than to stay and start round two, I’m riding a thin line with being caught and the last thing I need is to make an enemy of her father.

Of course, who do I run into but Colt standing down the hall with arms crossed when I close the door behind a sleeping Lauren.

He raises a brow as I brush past him, ignoring the questions in his eyes. I had hoped for a little more time before facing off with him, but I don’t regret spilling the secret that I’ve been holding for way too fucking long now.

Colt deserved to know the truth but also Lauren needs her big brother and if this ends up backfiring in my face, so be it.

When I’m gone, Colt can keep his sister in line. She’s sassy and smart, and fucking amazing but she also needs a goddamn leash because I’ve never seen anyone more willing to walk into danger without a care for her safety.

If she manages to get out of this mess over Buck and Aimee, her ridiculous behavior has to stop and I’m hoping if I force Colt to see, then maybe forging these new relationships will keep Lauren from seeking out dangerous alternatives.

Since I have no intention of discussing this in the hall where anyone can hear, we both step down the stairs and by unspoken agreement continue into the basement.

Once we’re at the bottom, Colt turns to me and says, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You know why,” I say meeting his gaze.

Yes, I kept it a secret and probably in the beginning for all the wrong reasons, but I don’t regret it, and Colt needs to understand that before he begins his tirade.

He looks away, his jaw ticking and I back toward the couch before leaning against it. While he processes whatever the fuck is going through his head, I say, “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t know who she was the first few times I saw her.”

I don’t’ mention that I fucked her after discovering who she was because that shit is between Lauren and I. There’s no point in getting into the dirty details when Colt has to look into his sister’s eyes later today.

“And when you did?” he mutters and I silently sigh.

I don’t want to lie but again, this isn’t about him for fucks sake. It never really was.

“Look,” I say. “I should have told you a long time ago. I didn’t but I’m not gonna apologize for something that I don’t regret.”

When he clenches his fingers into fists, I stand, bracing for the worst. I deserve the hit but that’s where it ends.

However, his next words burn right through me, and I drop my head. Fuck me.

“You lied to me…you said you had my back, but bro, the reason I’m about to hit you has nothing to do with that because you fucked my sister and then you fucked her over. You think you can play with her? Where’s Kayla, dick?”

The first punch rebounds off my jaw. It hurts but it’s not the worst I’ve felt.

However, the next sends me back a step and my cheek explodes. The third glances off my eye and this is when I raise my fists and say, “Enough. I get it.”

“Get what?” he grunts. “I don’t think you get shit, asshole.”

He swings again but I duck and then it’s a free for all. I think I get in two good hits to his abdomen before he tackles me to the floor and we roll around on the carpet.

Strangely it reminds me of when we were little shits pretending to be star wrestlers and even though there isn’t anything remotely funny about this, I chuckle.

This only enrages Colt more and he rears back with a snarl, saying, “What the fuck you laughing about?”

“Back off,” I groan before rolling away and sitting up. He barely looks winded, the asshole but I know he’s going to suffer from a little pain tomorrow.

“This isn’t a game, okay,” I say, and he snorts. “It’s not.”

“Really? You still leaving?” he asks, and I sigh.

This is not how I was hoping this conversation would go. Yeah, hit me a few times for lying and defiling your sister but dredging up this other shit hits too close to home.

“That’s what I thought,” Colt mutters, pushing to his feet. “I never thought I’d say this but fuck you for fucking with my family, you prick.”

“C’mon,” I say, standing as well.

Although my head fucking throbs, I have bigger problems, and they come in the form of a six foot something tall angry bear glaring daggers into my skull. “You know me better than that, Colt.”

“I thought I did.”

Stung, I turn away to glare at the wall. He was there at my darkest moment and maybe it’s unfair to expect him to give me the benefit of the doubt now, considering how we played the damn games, but I do.

We’ve known each other forever. There is no one else on this earth, not even my parents or my brother, who knows me better than this asshole does, or so I thought.

“Fine,” Colt says, dropping to the couch.

“Explain to me why I just caught you sneaking out of her room like a fucking booty call. Tell me why you brought Kayla to my damn wedding. Convince me that you’re not leaving because you’re hiding something and you don’t want me to fucking know and if it involves my goddamn sister, it better be good. ”

“Fuck you,” I snarl, spinning on my heel.

“You don’t know shit about anything. I was in your sister’s room because I wanted to be and that’s between her and me.

I brought Kayla into this shit because I needed Lauren to back off, partly because of you, dick.

And I’m blowing this fucking town because I made a deal with my father.

It has nothing to do with Lauren. I’ve never lied to her. ”

At least not about that, I concede. Unfortunately, I haven’t been completely truthful about other shit but if it means I leave her free to live her fucking life without fear or guilt, then who cares?

She won’t know the difference anyway.

“You broke the fucking code,” Colt mutters and I laugh, slashing my hand through the air.

“What are you more mad about? That I fucked your sister or that she was your enemy? Grow the fuck up, Colt. Lauren ain’t Celia Stark and if you don’t figure that shit out, you’re the one who should a take long look in the fucking mirror.”

He’s still glaring at me from the couch when I ascend the stairs and step into the hall.

Unfortunately, I’m three feet from the front door and escape when Finn decides to butt in, saying behind me, “What are you doing?”

“About what?” I ask and she rolls her eyes.

“You can’t have it both ways, Dirk. Stop torturing the poor girl.”

Her words batter at my already aching chest which is why I bark, “What I do or don’t do with Lauren is none of your fucking business. Back off, Finn.”

Her eyes widen before her mouth curves into a grimace, and I brace myself because I know that Finn is not going to take my words laying down.

I’m not disappointed either because she points at my chest and says, “Stop being a douche, Dirk. I didn’t take you for a coward. Yes, Colt struggles with accepting his sister, but that has nothing to do with Lauren and everything to do with that bitch she calls her mother.”

I open my mouth to respond not that I know what to say but she waves her finger in my face and says, “Either way Lauren has to live with that woman. That woman is her mother, and she needs somebody who’s going to be there for her and not let her down because right now all she feels is cold and fucking alone. ”

Speechless, I turn away, clenching my hands into fists but she’s not fucking done and mumbles as I walk away, “Don’t be the one that breaks her dick. You’re not that person.”

Swinging around, I watch her retreat back up the stairs with my jaw at my knees before slipping through the door.

While I appreciate her passionate speech, the truth is that I am that person. However, Finn has always been way too idealistic, which probably works in Colt’s favor, but in this, she can’t save me.

Someday, Lauren’s going to meet her asshole prince and he’s going to lie, promising shit no one can deliver, and she’ll eat it up, as all good princesses do.

This is the gift I’m giving her.

Fuck me.