Page 7 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

SEVEN

SARAH

‘ Y ou don’t have to stay with him,’ Melanie said between bites of chicken sushi.

‘I know. But I really want to. I love being with him like ninety-nine percent of the time.’ I pushed my noodles around on my plate.

‘When that one percent is in the bedroom, it becomes a very difficult percentage to ignore.’ My sister had a point. Despite feeling loved and spoiled, that one dark point was growing from a niggle into an obsession.

It’s not like I fantasised about anyone else. Not really. Just about him acting differently. That wasn’t so bad, was it? The guilt in the pit of my stomach told me it probably was.

‘You guys have been together forever. It’s probably just some long-term cold feet. Your inner slut worried she’ll never see the light of day.’ Mel fumbled with her chopsticks, attempting to pick up the same piece of chicken for the umpteenth time.

Inner slut? Was being railed by your boyfriend like he’d break you really that slutty? I didn’t think so.

No, but getting wet while being threatened by his stepbrother was.

Half-choking on my own thought, I stared down at my mostly full plate.

Drew was a smug asshole. One who, by all accounts, fucked like an absolute demon. Must have inherited it from his father, as that particular gift had skipped Jake.

‘Surely sex isn’t everything. It’s not like it’s bad. It’s just… fine. Regular.’ I didn’t know who I was trying to convince, Mel or myself.

‘Strong disagree. If it’s not making me grip the headboard and squeal like a birthing sea lion, I don’t want it.’

I snorted at Mel’s description. ‘Flipping hell. That paints quite the picture.’

A dreamy expression filtered over her face, one I knew all too well. ‘Don’t be thinking about Frankie. You absolutely can’t go back there.’

‘But…God, the dick on that man, Sarah. Not only was it as thick as a Coke can and pretty enough to hand in the Louvre, but fuck did he know how to use it. Too bad he felt the need to share the wealth around half the bloody town.’ Mel sighed before aggressively spearing a piece of chicken with her chopstick.

‘Do you think it’s only the douchebags who have that kind of sex? Like the kind that ruins you for life?’ It would make sense why I heard ungodly moans coming from Drew’s room, yet rarely did I see anyone coming back for more than one chaotic ride on his dickhead rodeo.

‘No. I’ve met a few secret fuck kings. The kind who’d charm your mother before spreading you over her kitchen table the moment she left the room.’ Mel bit her lower lip while grinning. ‘Those are my favourite.’

‘So there’s hope for Jake?’

Mel scoffed before catching herself and wincing. ‘Sorry, Sarah, but that man’s sweet through and through. He’s more likely to take you off the table and clean it down, before straightening your dress, rather than devour you there. Not with the way Eloise treats him.’

‘She adores him,’ I said. She idolised her son.

‘Exactly. She’s raised a people pleaser. And as great as that can be, it means he’s not selfish enough to be the man you’re craving. He might do it to appease you, but he’ll never be doing it because he wants to.’

Well, there went my last scrap of hope.