Page 4 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

FOUR

SARAH

T iredness pricked the back of my eyes as Jake took me through Derek’s house and out into the back garden.

Festoon lights glazed the tipsy faces scattered through the garden.

Orange globes reflected in half-lidded eyes, some mascara-lined and others shadowed by bruises from the rough game.

I let Jake lead us to the crowded benches under a wooden canopy, while I wished we’d just gone home after leaving the pub.

The din of voices mingled with the bubbling of the party-sized hot tub to the left of the seating area. No-one had swimsuits. It hadn’t stopped them from going in. Bare flesh everywhere. I slid my gaze over their naked, lust-drunk bodies.

Jake tucked me against his chest, an arm wrapping around my waist. In an instant, people gathered to him like moths to his ever-abundant flame. Jake, the bright light in any room.

I sat in silence, smiling along with the ever-increasing chatter effervescing around me. Sometimes I felt like a ghost beside him. People looked past me for a glimpse at him, talked over me to share a moment with him.

And I got it.

He was perfect.

So why did I feel like something was lacking?

Why did I fantasise about him pressing his fingers beneath my skirt while everyone around us was unaware?

Why did I close my eyes in bed and pretend he was a stranger—someone who needed me so badly he would just take me?

Why did my mind dip to sordid, desperate places just to get me to the edge while I had a man I adored between my thighs?

Why didn’t he feel like enough?

Maybe the truth was worse. Maybe I wasn’t enough.

For hundreds of women, Jake would be the ideal man. The man of their dreams. Successful, attractive, sweet, and loving.

But something deep inside me stained our relationship.

It had started so tiny. Just a kernel of need that I could ignore.

One that grew larger as the months passed and became difficult to ignore.

The unease started in the bedroom, contained there at first, until it bled into even the most innocent moments.

‘You okay, honey?’ Jake asked, trailing his fingers over my spine, ignoring the deluge of attention for a moment.

I wanted nothing more than to tell him no.

That I wanted him to call me a whore and fuck me like he hated me.

To use those thick thighs to pin me against the wall and make the entire party hear my squeals.

To claim me.

But I couldn’t say any of that. It would ruin the person he believed me to be.

‘Of course,’ I replied. ‘Just a little tired.’

Jake took my hand in his and gave me a reassuring squeeze. ‘Do you want to go home?’

‘Or... we could go in the hot tub with the others.’

He actually shuddered beneath me at the sight of the raucous party in the steaming water.

‘Baby, they don’t even have swimsuits on. They’re marinating in genital soup.’

‘Sorry,’ I said, hating the flush of embarrassment that heated my face. ‘I just thought it might be fun.’

Jake pulled me closer and kissed the side of my neck. ‘Why don’t I get us home and take you to bed, Miss Frey? I can show you some real fun.’

At the beginning of our relationship, those words would have had me soaked through. Now? Just a smear of dread. While sex would be perfectly pleasant, it just wasn’t the same when you want to be torn from your own body and rammed back in again. Metaphorically, obviously.

‘You’re not going, are you?’ Elliott said, passing a beer to Jake and pretending to be wounded. ‘Don’t be such a lightweight.’

‘You know my girl comes first,’ Jake replied, still taking the beer and swallowing a deep glug.

‘It’s okay. I’ll hit the bathroom, freshen up, and be back in ten. You finish your beer and your chat.’

I slipped off my heels at the base of the ornate staircase and headed for the main guest bathroom.

I’d been in the house often enough to know the layout, and while there was a downstairs toilet, the windows faced the back garden.

More than needing to use the facilities, I just wanted ten minutes of peace.

The party noise faded as I reached the first floor, softening into a rabble of music and laughter. The bathroom doorknob stuttered under my hand, clearly locked.

Damn .

I inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my chest until it burned. The painted wall was cool against my back as I waited for the bathroom to free up.

Two breaths later, a soft sound flitted over me.

What’s that?

A soft, gagging sound. Followed by a moan. The door at the end of the corridor lay ajar, tempting me closer. Beyond the gap, the room was bathed in darkness. For a moment, I thought I’d imagined the noises. But no, there they were. A gurgle. A cough.

A good girl.

My thighs clenched.

I pressed the door open a tad, just enough to see the inhabitants. A teammate of Jake’s and his sweet as pie wife. The woman usually looked like the perfect trophy wife. Sweet, demure, like butter wouldn’t melt.

Much to my surprise, she was on her knees, pinned between the bed and her husband’s hips. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her pretty face down onto his dick. I couldn’t see her hand, but her arm was wedged between her thighs, moving in time with his lusty thrusts down her throat.

‘That’s it, love. You always take me so well. God, I’m going to fuck the ever-loving daylights out of you when you get home.’

He pulled her off of him, a great string of saliva connecting the swollen head of his dick to her puffy lips.

‘Please,’ she begged, her voice high and spacey, like she was lost in a trance. ‘Fuck me here?’

‘You want all of my teammates to hear you squealing like a slut?’

She nodded, his hand still tight in their hair. ‘Please, Tom? Don’t make me wait.’

Did people really just ask for what they wanted? Out loud? Without getting laughed at? I’d dropped enough hints with Jake, but I’d never outright begged him to be rough. Maybe I should?

Tom picked his wife up and threw her on the bed, grabbing her by the hips and hauling her back to the edge so her ass was presented for him.

A floorboard creaked behind me, but I didn’t turn. Couldn’t. My thighs were already tense, my breath short.

‘You’re not going to watch them fuck, are you?’

A hand slammed over my mouth, muffling my scream as I was yanked back from the door.

Drew .

Drew pinned me against the wall, his hand remaining fixed over my lips.

‘Tsk, tsk. Caught myself a filthy little peeping tom. Tell me, sweetheart—what would Jake say if he knew you were dripping over his mates?’

His eyes glittered darkly, and I considered kneeing him in his stupid balls. Slowly, he slipped his fingers down to my throat, tightening them on either side. I should have screamed. Cussed him out. I hated him . But my stomach flipped at the way he held me.

His eyes scanned my face as if he were reading every filthy thought I was trying to swallow.

‘Who says I’m wet?’ The words came out before I could smother them.

‘Do you want me to check for you?’ Drew narrowed his eyes, his lips pulling into a snarl.

‘No,’ I gasped. ‘I’m dating your brother. You wouldn’t do that to him.’

‘You’re right, I wouldn’t. Not for you .’ The “you” dripped like something scraped from his shoe. It should have made me hate him more, but there was no denying the tiny moan that escaped my mouth.

‘Well, fuck me, Sarah. You’re a proper sick little puppy. I knew you wanted Jake to take control, but I didn’t know you were aching to be hate-fucked by any man who’d put his hand on your throat and make you beg for more.’

Shame burned hot in my chest, pricking my eyes with tears.

And Drew? He laughed.

‘Damn, Sarah. This might be the prettiest you’ve ever looked. Because for once, you’re not wearing that prim, perfect princess mask.’

Finding my senses, I shoved him away, rubbing my throat to erase the feel of his fingers.

‘You can’t talk about pretending. Your whole life is just one big pity party. Maybe you need to stop hiding behind the ‘ my stepmum hates me’ , and ‘ I’m so hard done by ’ and actually get a life.’ I spat the words at him, knowing they were cruel, but feeling ashamed enough to lash out.

‘I’m going to get a life,’ Drew said, his face closing on mine.

My pulse picked up as his breath tickled my lower lip. His dark eyes fixed on mine for a beat while I fought the urge to lean closer.

‘I’m going to steal yours.’

Disbelief hit me like a slap to the face as Drew smirked.

‘What?’ I said.

Drew stepped back as confusion slammed into me.

‘What the hell do you mean?’ I followed him as he headed toward the stairs.

‘Don’t worry, sweet Sarah, you’ll find out.’

‘I’m going to tell Jake.’ My words stopped him on the top stair, and he leaned over the railing and grinned cockily.

‘No, you won’t. Because I know what you did last year.’

Dread coated my stomach as he bounded down the stairs. I stumbled into the now empty bathroom and clung to the sink, my pupils blown wide, betraying me in the mirror.