Page 9 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

NINE

DREW

T ension crackled like static at the dining table. Eloise, my stepmum, glanced at my father before narrowing her eyes at me.

I assumed she could tell that something had changed in the household, but failed to pinpoint what. She’d never guess that I’d had her sweet sunshine boy on his knees right there in her home.

Nor that I intended to do much, much worse with Jake in the future.

I ached to touch him again. To feel his golden hair between my fingers while I made him gag ever so prettily for me.

After he’d fled from my bedroom, I’d watched him sink to his knees through the peephole in my wall, his back against his bedroom door, and fuck himself until he spilled his cum for me.

Not that he said my name or anything as delicious as that, but I knew it was me he pictured beneath those squeezed-shut eyelids, not her.

She was there, Sarah, as always. Sitting beside Jake like a smug fucker. The cat who got the six-foot-four, muscle-clad cream. Her petite hand rested on his arm like a lady depicted in a Victorian painting, all demure and sweet.

A big, fucking lie.

Eloise lapped it up, her face turning to them as they chatted over the upcoming game and transforming into a bliss-filled smile.

One would think my father would have favoured me, but he simply maintained the peace in whatever way brought him the least aggravation.

Agreeing with Eloise gave him the smoothest path, and over the years, his lack of support for me under her roof had driven a wedge between us.

No sharp separation, no big blow-up, just a slow, years-long distancing from the man who should have been my champion, yet set me aside for a life of luxury.

I’d have left years ago if it weren’t for my need to be near Jake. After years of fighting the urge to enter his room at night and crawl into his bed, to take him into my arms and love him the way he deserved, my resolve had crumbled.

I just had to exploit the deepening crevice in their relationship and leverage myself between them until the crack grew to an insurmountable fjord.

Starting now.

Sarah wore a sweet, flowy dress. Ever so feminine. She looked like she was on her way to a bubblegum convention as opposed to lunch with the not-quite-in-laws. But the way it had skimmed her toned thighs as she entered the room had set my mind whirring. Easy access. Risky situation.

A perfect opportunity to create chaos.

Sliding my phone into my lap, I pulled up Jake’s name, typing while pretending to listen to the conversation.

Time to put your education into action. When Eloise and Dad go, stay at the table with Sarah.

Jake’s phone buzzed loudly, and he lifted it from its place on the table to take a glance at the screen. His brow furrowed, but he kept his eyes down.

‘All okay, love?’ Eloise asked.

‘Hmm? Oh, sorry. Yeah, just the guys talking about the game. Tactics and such.’ Jake put the phone down and gave his mother a smile. Without responding to my text.

Rude .

I sent another.

You’re going to finger-fuck your girl while I watch.

That elicited a reaction. Jake’s face flashed red, creeping from his throat right up to his forehead. He caught my gaze for the briefest of moments, shock palpable in his baby blue eyes.

Delightful .

Sarah tipped her head while his fingers grazed the screen in a flurry.

Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind?

His response brought a smirk as I typed.

‘Still the guys?’ Sarah asked, looking from me back to Jake.

‘Yeah,’ I answered for him. ‘Just need to discuss a few things. We’ll be quick.’

Eloise’s lips pressed into a thin line as I typed, clearly wanting to berate me for being rude, but unable to without it reflecting on Jake. My father seemed oblivious to everything, too busy eating and glossing over the conversation as usual.

You want to keep her, right? This is the sort of thing she wants. Catch her by surprise. Be filthy. Tell her how you want her to behave. Use eye contact. Be firm. She’ll love it.

It was fifty-fifty whether she would. Especially given how she despised me. Sarah clearly wanted to be dominated, but was she looking for high-risk? Or for being watched?

I hoped not. I wanted her to dump my stepbrother so I could snatch him up and heal his broken heart with a truckload of orgasms.

Not at the table. Not in front of you.

How can I help you if I can’t see where you are going wrong?

Jake swallowed, placing his phone face down and drumming his fingers on the back of it. Indecision warred on his chiselled face, and the fact he was even considering it had me fighting a shit-eating grin.

‘All done?’ Eloise asked, her voice clipped.

‘Our illustrious team captain is struggling to decide on his play for the game. Whether to play it safe or grow some balls,’ I said.

Jake choked on his beer before meeting my eyes. A flare of determination lit those blues up like a sunny sky. He slid an arm around Sarah’s waist and pulled her toward him, her chair scraping on the wooden floor with a groan. Such a manly show for someone so unsure.

Sarah melted against him; the sudden movement likely misconstrued as lust. The way she stroked her hand up his chest was instant karma for my meddling. I gripped my phone until my knuckles whitened to avoid throwing it at them.

Jake didn’t pick up his phone again during dinner.

I stewed mostly in silence, watching him trace his fingers over Sarah’s side. Each touch stoked her need as she squirmed against him, closer to him.

Needy bitch.

There was no doubt it was jealousy that set my stomach roiling. A deep, disturbing heat that flashed with each touch he gave her.

Conversation came in fits and starts as Eloise pressed Jake about the upcoming few games in the season, and his training to ensure he stays ready to impress the scouts.

None of it was directed at me despite being in the same team.

Countless times I’d felt invisible in the house.

Being back under Eloise’s roof had ignited it all again.

I had to get out as soon as possible, but I had to take Jake with me.

Otherwise, he’d move on with his life and leave me behind.

Which was unfathomable.

Eventually, Eloise and Dad excused themselves from the table, with Jake offering to clear up so they could go relax in the hot tub together. Their weeknight ritual.

Then there were three.

A triangle that neither Jake nor Sarah knew existed. I was going to snap them apart. Break their relationship before gathering up Jake and healing him with all the love he deserved.

Jake hesitated.

I prompted him with a text, knowing he needed a push.

Now.

Jake glanced at the screen, leaving it upright on the table to his left, out of Sarah’s direct eyeline.

With a visible swallow, he turned to Sarah. A tremble stole over his fingers as he wrapped them around her throat, tipping her face to his. My breath hitched. My boy was learning.

‘Jake,’ she whispered, furtively looking toward me. ‘What are you doing?’

His lips parted before closing, indecision rooting him to the spot. When his fingers twitched against her pulse, she looked back at him and bit her lower lip.

God damn.

The reverence on her face as he held her like that made me hate her all the more. Because I craved that devotion. I didn’t deserve it like Jake did. I wasn’t good like he was.

When her eyes slid back to me, it snapped Jake out of whatever headspace he was in.

‘Look at me,’ he demanded. Instantly, she obeyed. That seemed to urge Jake onward.

His fingers tightened as he pulled Sarah’s lips to his, giving her a slow, exploratory kiss.

It started soft and serene before morphing into something darker.

A kiss steeped in her untamed hunger and his desperate urge to convince her she’d never do better.

A kiss I wanted to rip from her mouth and take for myself.

Touch her

He dragged his eyes to his phone for only a second before they caught mine. I leant forward, crossing my arms on the table and giving him a look that I hoped said do as I say .

The exchange of their tongues resumed, the kiss peppered with soft moans from Sarah.

Jake’s hand dipped below the table, obscured from my vision. The moment he slid it between her thighs was marked by her pulling away from his lips and gripping his arm.

‘Not here,’ she said. ‘Drew’s right there.’

She doesn’t mean it. She’s testing you.

My message buzzed across the table.

To my surprise, Jake doubled down.

‘Don’t you enjoy him looking?’ he whispered. ‘You want to be my dirty girl, right?’

Sarah gave a nod despite the side-eye she gave me. Her need to be used overriding her hatred. Silly girl.

‘But you don’t have to do this for me.’

Jake’s forearm tensed between her thighs as she gave a surprised moan. Illicit pleasure bloomed on her face as he pulled her close, holding her mouth an inch from his own as I’d done to him the previous night.

Sexual tension bubbled as he moved his hand, fucking my enemy with his fingers as I watched. Seethed . Grew fucking hard beneath the table.

Sarah was so wet that I could hear the slop of her cunt across the room. The obscene sound carried across the room, punching straight through my chest. Disgust, arousal, envy .

Her mouth opened as she sought Jake’s lips, but he held her there, just as I’d taught him, leaving her wanting as he brought her closer to the edge.

‘Jake,’ she whimpered.

‘I know,’ he swallowed, the veins in his arms throbbing as he worked his girl. ‘God, you’re so fucking hot.’

It was at that point the whole affair turned from me prompting him to feeling left behind. A sordid show that left me more alone than ever.

The man I loved, pushing himself for the woman he loved.

Still, I couldn’t tear my gaze from them.

My solid dick brushed the tabletop as her sweet moans increased. Jake’s eyes closed as their foreheads touched, breathing in her whimpers as she writhed on the chair.

But Sarah didn’t close her eyes.

She turned them to me.

I grazed my teeth over my lower lip as her pupils dilated. Pressing my hand beneath the table, I ran it along my length, my fingers grazing my dark jeans as I watched them.

My touch didn’t go unnoticed. Sarah’s panting increased, her hand gripping Jake’s arm hard enough to leave red half-moons scored into his skin.

Tremors stole over her as she came, staring at me. I couldn’t help but smirk as I looked from her flushed, moaning face to Jake, and realised he wasn’t looking at her as she came.

Both of them focused solely on me.

Satisfaction filled me with heat as Jake rode out Sarah’s orgasm, elongating it while they performed for me like perfect little puppets.

And as much as I detested their relationship, I couldn’t deny the fucking tent in my trousers as I stood.

Both their gazes snagged on my bulge before Sarah dragged Jake’s mouth onto hers, shutting me out.

Stealing my moment.

With that, I left them to it.

It was time to up the ante.