Page 8 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

EIGHT

JAKE

M y stomach roiled like a pit full of snakes. It wasn’t reptiles though; it was the proximity of Drew. The scent of chlorine and his lime shower gel enveloped me.

‘You’re not going to make me, like, do anything, are you?’ I asked.

‘Like stick my dick down your throat? Not unless you beg.’ Drew gave one of those cocky smirks that had often left me feeling uneasy. Like it touched something inside me that made me want to scurry away. To hide.

He was just fucking with me. Drew knew that I was only submitting myself to his tutelage to win Sarah over.

‘So… how do we do this?’

Drew’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned. ‘It’s simple. You do as I say. First, I’ll show you what to say, let you see how it should feel. And then you’ll give it a bash.’

‘And if I’m shit at it?’ I asked.

‘Then we’ll try harder.’ The way Drew said harder made me squirm, like the word was a loaded gun.

‘If I can’t do it even after all that? If it still feels like the world’s upside down when I try to take control?’ I ran a hand through my hair, far too aware of the light sweat clinging to my forehead. A bead of it slid down the side of my face, slow and sticky.

‘Then we’ll see what’s more important to your girl, your ability to make her scream at night, or the way you idolise her during the day. If she doesn’t realise how lucky she is, then she doesn’t deserve you.’

A steely glint flashed in Drew’s dark eyes, and I adjusted myself on the bed.

‘I’m ready. Let’s get this started.’ In truth, I was petrified.

The brief demonstration he’d given me in the pool house had given me an insight into what Sarah wanted.

Being there, on my knees in front of Drew, cold tiles pressing into my skin, had stirred up more than just the semi in my pants.

It made me see my stepbrother in a whole new, wholly uncomfortable light.

Still, I didn’t have anyone better to ask to teach me the things he knew.

I’d have to swap his knowledge for my dignity. Getting a hard-on for your stepbrother hardly made for a stand-up boyfriend.

‘On your feet,’ Drew barked. There was no hesitation in his voice; it was all business. I rose like a whippet scolded by its master, shame already swarming my senses. My ears burned under the weight of his stare.

‘Very good. A willing playmate is the first ingredient for success. Sometimes they might want to pretend to hate it, or to fight it, but they have to actually want it. It makes it so much sweeter when submission is given.’

I flinched when Drew touched me, dragging a finger delicately along my collarbone.

His skin was warm, almost too warm, like he was burning just for me.

It sent motherfucking sparks flying into my head, scattering my thoughts.

I swallowed hard as he grazed my throat, tipping my jaw up despite being a few inches shorter than me.

‘It’s all about balance. About the tease and delay, the longing and the payoff. You need to play with your toy as long as you can to edge out the fun, because the build-up is what makes them come back again and again.’ Drew ran a thumb over my jawline, tender yet firm.

‘I thought it was all about making her come?’ I already had that down pat at least.

‘Oh, my sweet summer child. You’ve got so much to learn.’ Drew let go of my chin, circling until he was out of view behind me. Then… nothing.

The hair on the back of my neck rose as I waited for him to speak. To move. I heard the floorboard creak once, and then stillness. As seconds passed, my stress levels increased.

‘On your knees and keep your eyes forward.’

I hesitated a moment too long and flinched as he yanked my head back with a firm grip on my hair. A swift kick to the back of my legs had me on the floor before I could complain.

‘I thought you wanted obedience?’ I whined.

‘And I didn’t realise you’d be the kind to play hard to get.’ The growl in Drew’s voice had me quaking on the spot despite my attempts to catch my breath.

He twisted his fingers in my hair, sending a burn through my scalp that should have made me want to fight him, instead forcing a disgraceful little whimper from me.

‘Well, that’s a surprise. Are you sure you want to be learning this role?

Because it seems to me you are quite content right there on the floor.

’ Drew looked down at me from behind, my head wrenched back.

‘Do you feel it? Do you feel how it’s sweeter to hold off on the fucking? To make you crave it.’

‘To make Sarah crave it,’ I whispered, trying to assure myself I was doing this for the right reason.

‘Of course,’ Drew said. ‘All for your sweet little princess.’

He rounded to my front, the sweet smell of lime cutting through the air, and there was no mistaking the bulge in his black jeans. Sliding his thumb over my lower lip, his dark eyes bored into me.

‘If she doesn’t want you, she’s an idiot.’ There was a softness in his voice that belied the games he so loved to play.

‘Get back to the lesson,’ I whispered, needing this to stay about Sarah.

Drew swallowed, something changing in his eyes and eliminating the softness.

He lowered himself until he squatted in front of me. My pulse thundered, and I tried to contain it with slow breaths, but under his scrutiny, I wilted.

‘Eyes on me,’ Drew demanded, his voice dripping with inky darkness.

It took everything to stare into his coffee-coloured eyes. What I saw there unsettled me. Undeniable lust.

‘When you have her on her knees, make sure you engage all of her senses. And sight is an important one.’ Drew stood, and I kept my gaze focused on his face, tipping my head back. ‘You should have her eating from the palm of your fucking hand as she desperately waits for your next move.’

Drew flexed his ink-covered forearm, veins studding the skin as he did.

‘You want to alert her prey drive, to have her right there on the edge of fight or flight, and choosing to battle both options to stay right there. For you.’

I became all too aware of the crash of my heartbeat when I looked up, his smirk replaced with a hunger that mirrored Sarah’s, like the other half of a whole.

My ass clenched at the realisation that maybe, if they hadn’t hated one another so hard, they might have been perfect together.

A bitter pill to swallow.

‘I think I’ve had enough for today,’ I whispered and stood.

I expected Drew to refuse. Or to question me. Instead, he wrapped a hand around my throat, and backed me against the door, his fingers digging into my flesh and stealing my breath. His palm was hot and calloused, a contrast to the coolness of the door behind me.

The sensation made my legs wobble as he pressed the length of his body flush with mine.

‘I’m guessing,’ he said, his breath grazing my lips with his nearness. I parted them, both hoping and dreading the idea of him kissing me. ‘You’re choosing flight.’

With that, he released me and stepped back, letting me flee to the safety of my own room.

Slamming my door behind me, I traced the fingerprints he’d left on my throat.

Admit it or not, the space between his feet had felt like home.