Page 12 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

TWELVE

DREW

T he Greasy Otter heaved. The hours had grown late, and with it the crowd was more rowdy, drunker.

I watched Sarah and Jake, her nursing the same vodka and lemonade he’d bought her an hour ago, him swallowing down pints like they’d fill the guilty pit in his stomach.

Jake laughed despite the blear in his eyes, his focus waning as he looked from face to face.

I wanted to wrap him up and take him home. But Sarah draped herself on his arm, every bit the devoted girlfriend.

The bar dug into my stomach as I nursed my Guinness; the foamy head grew thin as the evening wore on.

It was probably impolite not to return to the team, and its extras, but sitting so close to Jake without being able to reach out for him was suffocating.

I’d tolerated it for years, but kissing him had broken a dam inside me, and too much need was gushing out and filling every inch of my body.

I’d wanted nothing as bad as I wanted to dash across the room and throw her off of him. To cradle his face in my hands and show the world I adored him by claiming his lips for my own.

My fingers grew white against my glass, my teeth grinding at the back as I seethed.

Jake would hate me if I did it. It would ruin everything. And I was closer than I’d ever been.

So I’d just have to keep picking apart their relationship brick by brick until I could build something new without Sarah involved.

The bar was U-shaped, and from my position on the far side, near the toilets, I could watch the group interact. If anyone had noticed me missing, they’d failed to retrieve me.

So often I felt more like one of the extras than a team member.

Sometimes I wondered if the guys could sense that I only stayed on the team for an excuse to be close to Jake.

Hell, seeing him in the shower every other day had been enough to sustain me through my teen years, albeit occasionally finding myself between a set of soft thighs for a distraction.

The barmaid glanced at my glass and rolled her eyes. She certainly preferred hanging out on the other side of the bar where my teammates would flirt while ordering more drinks.

Sarah carried Jake’s empty glass, walking through the busy pub and placing it on the counter before moving past me to go into the ladies.

The sweet citrus perfume she wore wrapped itself around me, leaving her presence taunting me even though she wasn’t physically there. Like a ghost haunting me, showing me she had what I wanted. Flaunting it.

Too bad Little Miss Sunshine had let slip her depraved side.

The bitter taste of my dark drink washed over my tongue as I took a long sip, listening for the door behind me. Sarah emerged a few minutes later, already looking past me.

‘Come here,’ I demanded as she tried to pass. Pausing, she raised her shoulders in a sigh.

Sarah’s black-coated lashes narrowed as she turned, ready to flee. Furtively, she glanced back at her table, but Jake didn’t see. His voice lilted in conversation, the team’s hooting laughter ripping through the aged pub.

I couldn’t have stopped her if she had ignored me, but despite the hesitation in the awkward movement of her limbs, she stepped toward me.

Inched.

Like a terrified little rabbit.

Her fear pulsed straight into my cock.

Being hated by her was delicious.

It tapped into a part of me I rarely let loose, and with every step closer, the tension between us grew thicker.

By the time she stood beside me, hip to hip at the bar, her breath grew shallow.

‘We need to talk, Sarah.’ I kept my eyes on Jake and his group as I spoke.

‘I’ve got nothing to say to you.’

‘Mmm. So I’m good enough to help fulfil your sordid little fantasies, but a conversation is too much?’ I traced a finger over the condensation on my glass, gathering up the droplets as she watched. ‘A little rude, don’t you think?’

‘Last time we spoke, you threatened me.’ Her words dripped with ire. Such a sharp-tongued thing for someone so outwardly sweet.

‘I didn’t. I merely suggested I have a secret of yours to spill if you don’t behave yourself.’

Sarah’s chest rose with each breath, her tits soft and full where they met her low-cut dress.

‘I’m not a child. Why would I behave?’ The lady doth protest too much. Her words conflicted with the hungry way she watched my fingers slipping through the drops on my glass, gathering moisture on the tips.

‘Because you want to be used like a filthy slut. To be spread open and fucked while you wriggle and protest because it makes you wet.’

She didn’t respond, a light whimper tumbling from her lips as my words sank in.

‘You think I didn’t see you the other night? That although you may have been riding Jake’s fingers, it was me you watched. Me who you came for. That orgasm was mine .’

‘No,’ she whispered. ‘It was mine. I begged him to touch me like that. He used you to please me.’

I sidled closer to her, turning my head to whisper in her ear. ‘And you hate that. You hate that he even wants to please you. You want him to use you for his pleasure.’

Sarah’s throat bobbed, her gaze dropping to the bar as her cheeks heated.

‘Don’t you see how wrong you are for him?’ I taunted her. ‘He’s so good. So sweet. So dutiful. You don’t deserve him.’

Sarah’s words were barely audible. ‘Neither do you.’

She wasn’t wrong.

‘Don’t you think I see how you look at him? How badly you want him.’ Sarah said, looking up at me, those eyes stormy. ‘But you’ll never have him. He’s mine .’

I lifted my fingers, grazing my thumb over them as she watched. ‘You’re only holding onto him so I can’t have him.’

‘Fuck you, Drew.’

‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You don’t even want him. You want someone who would spread you over the bar and pump you full of cum before making you sit in it all night while talking to your friends. You want someone who will push you. Who can match your darkest desires… that’s not Jake.’

‘You’re wrong,’ she whispered, her fingers whitening against the countertop.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her cheek.

‘Am I?’

I slid my wet fingers beneath her skirt, past her panties, and sank them knuckle-deep into her hot cunt. ‘Fucking soaked. Just like I thought.’

Sarah didn’t move; she stared straight ahead. But there was no hiding the flush on her cheeks and the widening of her pupils.

‘Go on, scream for him to come stop me.’ My voice rumbled between us as I withdrew my fingers to the tip before pushing them back into her sodden heat. ‘Tell me to stop.’

Just like Jake, she didn’t.

A slutty little moan tumbled from her lips as I dragged my fingers up to her clit and circled it.

‘You won’t tell me to stop. I know the depths of your filth, Sarah.

I’ve seen the videos you watch and the way you touch yourself when Jake isn’t looking.

’ I alternated between pumping her until she trembled before swirling my fingers around her swollen clit.

‘I can feel how fucking wet you are at being fingered by your boyfriend’s stepbrother while he’s twenty feet away.

You’d let me pull those panties aside and fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?

Just to know I’ve used you for my pleasure. ’

‘No-o,’ she stammered. ‘I wouldn’t.’

I pressed a third finger into her, kicking her heels further apart.

‘That’s it, Sarah, show me what a little whore you can be.’

She arched her back to take more of my thrusting fingers, accommodating my invasion. As much as I wanted to ruin her life, I couldn’t deny the way she behaved so beautifully for me. Even in public. Even in the riskiest way. She’d be a perfect fuck toy.

It was almost a shame she was the one person standing between Jake and I. Draining so much of his goodness.

Imagine the games I could play with them both.

Her pussy thrummed, tightening against my fingers as she sought her release.

‘You’d love to come for me, wouldn’t you? With everyone around you like a slut.’ Her chin dipped in the tiniest nod of assent.

‘I hate you,’ she said in a strangled whimper, her nails digging into the bar top as she struggled to maintain the illusion of just chatting.

‘Good,’ I growled in her ear. ‘Because I’m going to destroy you and steal Jake for myself. You don’t deserve to keep him after what you did.’

‘I don’t,’ she choked out as her cunt slammed down on my fingers, a tremble stealing over her rigid body.

‘That’s it,’ I crooned. ‘There’s a good girl. Let it all out. I’ll ruin you, but we’ll have a fun time while I do.’

A solitary tear dripped down her cheek as she fought the waves of pleasure, loving them as much as she hated them.

‘I hate you,’ she repeated, her body loosening against the bar as her orgasm waned, her senses returning.

Withdrawing my fingers, I wiped them on her dress, leaving her juices in three darkened stripes on her hip. Before walking away, I landed one harsh slap on her ass, her gasp sending another jolt to my solid dick.

‘You’ll do as I say, or I’ll tell him everything.’ I left her there, all hot-cheeked and wrecked from orgasm. When I reached the table, I turned to face where she still stood against the bar.

Lifting my fingers to my lips, I dragged my tongue along them as she watched, her salty taste filling my mouth.

The way she shuddered would keep me hard until dawn.