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

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DREW

T he sound of the water splashing was the sole noise in the pool house. It was one of the few places at home that I could be alone and not really feel alone. Tearing through the cool water became something of a grounding mechanism over my years living under my stepmum’s roof.

In the house I’d always felt like I was living on borrowed ground. But Eloise rarely came out to the pool, being that she hated swimming with a passion. Why she’d bought a house with a swimming pool—a rarity in the UK—was lost on me.

Let’s face it, it was for kudos. As much as she didn’t swim, she managed to drop having a pool into an awful lot of conversations.

The outer door opened, pulling me to a stop.

Footsteps followed.

Turning, I saw Jake approaching.

‘You’re up early,’ I said. Moving to the edge of the pool I folded my arms on the cool tiles. Jake sat heavily on one of the poolside chairs, which bowed under his muscled physique.

‘Yeah. I didn’t sleep well.’

A spark of excitement travelled up my spine. Had Sarah left him after our little confrontation the previous night? I could only hope so.

‘What’s up?’

Jake’s jaw clenched, that dip next to his jaw deepening in a way that made my stomach flip. He ran his hand through his blonde locks, a little longer than he usually wore it. Clearly, his mind has been elsewhere lately.

The sigh Jake gave before speaking made me want to get out of the pool and scoop him up against me.

‘Sarah’s not happy.’

Good .

‘Shit, man. I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t fix.’ Had to play the supportive friend. Little did Jake know that fireworks were going off in my head.

Jake sat forward nervously twisting his fingers together. ‘I dunno. It’s been building for a while. This distance between us. She’s still so sweet and bubbly ?but there’s just this separation that was never there before.’

Cut her loose. I wanted to scream at him.

‘Maybe things are just changing for you guys. You’re still pretty young for a serious relationship. It’s not like you wouldn’t have a whole load of women and men throwing themselves at you if you became single.’

Jake stood and paced the floor to ceiling windows and back. ‘I don’t want anyone else. I want to give her what she wants.’

Little did Jake realise that he was fundamentally mismatched to what Sarah needed. He was like a golden retriever; loyal and eager to please. That aggressively sexual side had never been him.

Knowing Jake, he wouldn’t give up without trying to be the person everyone else needed, no matter the expense to himself. I knew Jake. Knew that what he needed was to be adored. Praised. Made to see he was worthy without bending himself to breaking for everyone else.

He needed me.

‘What is it she’s asking for?’ I said, feigning innocence.

Red washed over Jake’s cheeks as he sat heavily on the chair, and I wanted to taste his fucking blushes. To walk over there and tell him he’s perfect before feeling his lips on my own.

Instead, I pulled myself from the pool and wrapped a fluffy towel around my waist before taking the seat beside him.

‘She wants me to take control. Like, in the bedroom.’ Jake’s voice broke with embarrassment as he voiced it.

‘Is that all?’ I threw an arm over his shoulder and grinned to hide my bliss at our closeness. ‘That’s easy.’

‘It is?’

‘Sure. I can teach you.’ Oh you’ll learn, Jake. Learn to submit like the perfect toy you were always supposed to be. To give up all the restrictions and expectations and give in to pleasure and adoration.

‘Thanks. I’ll owe you big time.’

‘It’s what friends are for.’ That and stealing you from your dissatisfied girlfriend.

‘So, how do we do this?’ Jake asked, leaning in and sending warmth flowing through me.

‘There’s different elements to it. A lot of guys try to copy porn, but you need to understand the why before the actions make sense.

I can help you understand what she wants to give, and how to figure out how to take while actually fulfilling desires.

It takes balance.’ And I’d hope my bets that he’d enjoy being on his knees far more than putting her on hers would pay off.

Seeing them figure it all out and run off into the sunset while I lingered alone would be hell.

‘And I’ll teach you the how. What to say. How to say it. How to build the tension and need until you–I mean she–is bursting to do every single thing you demand,’ I added, loosening my grip on his shoulder.

‘Do you really think it’ll work?’

I sure hope so.

Standing, I let my towel fall. Jake’s face was level with my chest, and I ached to press his full lips against it.

‘I’ll show you,’ I said. ‘Lesson one, show them you mean it.’

Jake’s eyebrow quirked up. ‘Now?’

I didn’t respond to his question.

‘Get on your knees.’ I kept my voice light, verging on manly banter.

Jake shook his head. ‘I’m not going to do that.’

Stepping closer, I entered his space, flexing my arms as I crossed them.

Dropping my voice lower, I added an edge that told him I meant it.

‘Get on your knees, Jake.’ I watched his expression as I practically spat his name at him. The signs were subtle. The dilation of his pupils. His tongue darting over his lower lip. A glance toward the windows to make sure no-one was watching.

‘I don’t want to.’ The tremble in his voice told me he was lying.

Moving quickly, I thrust my hand into the back of his hair, tightening it until he winced before pulling him to his feet, his lips but an inch from mine.

‘You come asking for help, but you can’t even follow a simple direction.

I will expect obedience. For you to dominate her, you need to know how this feels, and I’m sure as hell not going to be the one kneeling. So get on your fucking knees.’

His face showed the war raging inside him. The urge to push me off fighting with the urge to learn. Not to mention his pulse quickening against my arm and the sharpness of his breath.

Seconds lengthened as I waited for him to cave.

Pleasure surged through me when he buckled, sinking to his knees in front of me. His sweet face was a picture of shame, but beneath it lay the desire he didn’t allow himself to explore. I relaxed my hand on his hair, and brought it round to tip his face upward.

‘Good. I can teach you, Jake, but for you to learn I’ll need to show you. Just the two of us, at first, but later with Sarah, too.’

It was a low blow, but seeing him on his knees sent a seed of guilt into me. Knowing how much he adored Sarah, I offered him the easy out. The perfect excuse to stand up and walk away from it all.

Jake’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes closing for a number of heartbeats. When they opened, I saw the steely determination that so often led our team to victory.

‘I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.’

Good. That’s exactly what I’m counting on. And I’ll do whatever it takes to have you. Even if it means hate-screwing your girl to show you what she really needs.

Crouching lower, I stared into those sea-blue eyes, searching them.

‘There’s a good boy,’ I said, sliding my finger out from under his chin and watching as he flushed beetroot. My, my, my. That certainly hit somewhere deep.

Albeit not nearly as deep inside of him as I intended to go. I’d mark every inch of him as mine.

‘No telling Sarah,’ I said, standing back just enough to spy the thickening in his pants with glee. ‘Not until I have you ready.’

Jake nodded, eyes fixed anywhere but on me.

‘Then we start tomorrow, when Sarah goes to her yoga class. My room.’

I left him on the damp tiles as I walked to the door, before turning back and nearly keeling over at the perfect sight of him still knelt there.

Right where he belonged.

‘Don’t be late.’