Page 11 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

ELEVEN

JAKE

T he hit to my shoulder sent me flying. I should have seen it coming, but my head was too full of Sarah. And Drew. Flashes of our time in the dining room. Of hunger-filled gazes and filthy acts. My breath exited in a harsh puff as I ate dirt.

Thank God it was only training. Being distracted in a proper match could cost me my future. The future my mum had been directing me toward all my life.

The future I craved.

Craved .

I lay in the dirt as the whistle went, signalling the end of the session.

A shadow passed over me as Drew stood above me, extending a hand.

‘You all right, mate?’ he asked as he put his thick muscles to work hauling my ass off of the ground.

‘Yeah.’ I swiped a hand through my sweaty hair, clawing mud through it. Thick, brown dirt coated my right side where I’d slid on the field, extra viscous thanks to the previous night’s pounding rain. ‘Should have been paying attention.’

‘Got something on your mind?’ Drew’s words were light, but the undercurrent spoke volumes. It was like he screamed, is it me? Somewhere inside my head.

‘Just all this stuff with Sarah. And the pressure of not fucking it up. And not fucking it in front of the scout.’ We walked toward the changing rooms at a leisurely pace, not in a rush to get showered with the rest of the rowdy, mud-caked team.

‘She might like it if you fucked her in front of the scout,’ Drew joked, his smirk looking every bit as devilish as always.

‘So funny,’ I said with a playful shove to his shoulder.

Not that it did much; while Drew may be shorter than me, the guy was built like a brick shithouse.

The pink striped shorts were tight enough on all of us, but on Drew they were practically hot pants.

That scrap of material couldn’t restrain those thick-ass thighs.

Steam enveloped us as we entered the changing rooms, an array of skin on show. Not that anyone cared. We’d all been getting changed around one team or another for as long as I could remember.

‘Pub?’ Elliot asked as I passed him.

‘As if you need to ask,’ Drew answered for me with a laugh.

The guys were spilling out of the shower room, wrapped in towels, skin pinked from the hot water.

Drew tore off his top, throwing it into the wash bin.

Dark mandalas snaked their way up his right arm, spanning out across his chest and encroaching onto his throat.

Another defiance towards my mother. She detested tattoos, so of course he came home with the biggest, brashest one the day he turned eighteen.

A constant reminder of how he refused to be brought to order no matter how she tried.

I adored his rebellion.

Because I’d never been brave enough for my own.

A dark trail skirted his stomach, leading like a treasure map into his shorts.

Fuck . Why on earth was I even thinking about my stepbrother’s shorts and what was underneath?

I followed suit, stripping off my soaked clothing and tossing them in the bin before heading into the steam-filled shower room.

A few showers were still occupied as I took a spot beneath one of the metal heads, letting hot water cascade down over me. Taking a slow inhale, I counted to ten before exhaling.

The tiles were smooth beneath my hand as I leant against them, using my other to soap myself up.

The room cloyed with the bitter, herby soap scent and the remnants of sticky males.

Water struck the surrounding floor with a heavy patter, gurgling as it disappeared in the central drain like a mud-laced human soup.

I zoned out as I washed the shampoo out of my hair, turning to face the stream and closing my eyes.

Moments later, I flinched as fingers trailed down my spine.

‘What the?—’

‘Shhh,’ Drew whispered, his body pressing flush against my naked back. His hand over my mouth, stifling my objection. ‘You don’t want them to hear you, do you?’

I shook my head.

Heat flared in my gut, ugly and unstoppable. Wrong, so wrong, but his wet skin slid against mine and my knees almost buckled. It didn’t feel like a lesson. We were crossing a boundary. A boundary that had blurred when I let him watch Sarah and I.

‘What are you doing?’ My lips brushed his fingers as I spoke.

‘Letting you feel what she felt. To help you understand why she came so fucking hard at that table. Why she left little scabs all up your arm as she rode your fingers.’ His voice grew gravelly as he spoke. ‘Why she came looking at me.’

It was like he twisted a hot knife in my gut, but I couldn’t drag myself from his hot, wet skin on mine. He held me transfixed like a fly caught in a spider’s web. Struggling would only tighten his grip.

‘We can’t. Someone might come in.’ I should have protested much harder, but even my words lacked the resolve they should have had.

‘That’s where the fun lies.’

Drew forced his fingers into my mouth, spreading my lips and pressing deep. I didn’t fight the intrusion. The way his fingers slid over my tongue felt positively debauched.

‘Do you feel it?’ he cajoled. ‘The way your pulse quickens at the thought of being caught. The fact that your cock is throbbing harder than it ever has at the potential of someone walking in here and catching us locked together like this.’

The rushing in my head confirmed what he said, desperate heat filling my veins as I wrapped my tongue around his fingers, swallowing them down. Wanting more.

No. Needing more.

‘This is how she felt. Being displayed in front of me. Knowing Eloise or my dad could walk in any moment and find you knuckle-deep inside your sweet, slutty girlfriend.’ Drew’s words dripped with heat, his cock hard against my ass.

‘Why?’ I murmured around his fingers.

‘Because you and she are two peas in a filthy little pod.’ The words slashed through me. He was right. He saw it. Saw me . The filth I pretended wasn’t there. He removed his hand and lowered it to my throat, while I bit my lip to stop me from groaning aloud.

‘I’m not like that. I’m just learning how to please her,’ I said, attempting to convince myself it was the truth.

Drew turned me harshly, thrusting me back against the wall as the water drenched us both. Our lips were only a half inch apart, his parted as he set those deep brown eyes on me. Danger flashed in them. A dare. A challenge.

Push me away, they screamed.

‘Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you. Tell me the thought of someone catching you doesn’t make your dick fucking ache. Tell me and I’ll stop.’

‘I can’t.’

‘The danger intensifies it,’ Drew whispered, his lips drawing closer, his breath hot even with the steam surrounding us. Water droplets inched down his tanned skin, and I itched to lean forward and lick one off of him. To taste his skin. ‘Intensifies everything. That’s what Sarah needs.’

‘Show me,’ I said. Losing my goddamn mind.

Drew’s eyes darkened as he closed the space between us, his lips just barely grazing mine as he pinned me to the wall with a hand around my throat to hold me in place.

Our cocks grazed one another, and I quaked. The lightest sensation had me in a fucking chokehold. More visceral than any blowjob or fucking I’d ever done, despite the barely there touch.

‘You want me to show you, Jake? You want me to pull you into the darkness with me?’

I nodded, and within a breath our mouths met in a harried kiss that lacked any finesse.

It was all heat and desperation, and it made me yearn for more.

For everything Drew had to give. I lost myself in his touch, in the tender grip on my throat and the way his tongue slid against mine.

So different from Sarah. No soft devotion, no sweetness.

Drew kissed like he wanted to ruin me. And God help me, I wanted to be ruined.

Sarah.

Fuck. Guilt bit me with a harsh nip of reality. I was cheating on my girlfriend.

I pushed Drew off of me, and he didn’t react. Merely stood back in all his naked glory, cock upright, that smirk lifting the corner of his mouth once more.

‘That was a little rude. Beg for a kiss and then push me off right as it was getting good.’ Drew pushed his dark, wet hair back out of his eyes.

‘This is about learning how to please Sarah. Not whatever this is.’ Shame made my words acidic against my tongue.

‘I’m just teaching you, man. It’s not like I feel anything for you. Just trying to give you an insight into her filthy little head.’

Drew’s words both angered me and ripped my stomach out through my asshole.

I hated the way he spoke about my girl.

But the thought of Drew feeling nothing, when I felt like he’d detonated my entire world with a single kiss? That hollowed me out worse than the guilt.