Filthy (The Reckless Series #2) - HJ Bellus Page 0,10

back, coaxing my raging cock to simmer down.

She thinks I’m the playboy of the town, now head stripper, and professional consumer of pussy. Stereotypes suck, especially living in a small town like I do. I’ll bust those fuckers down and prove everyone wrong.

Darby steps in front of me while I study the happy couple snapping more pictures with Charlie in their arms. She stands on her tip-toes, laces her arms around my neck, and closes the distance between us. It’s not too long before one of her hands sneaks down the front of my slacks and cups my cock.

“Doesn’t seem that your cock feels the same way.” She lifts one eyebrow up at me.

“Darby,” I warn.

She squeezes even tighter until I’m ready to go in my fucking dress pants. My right hand instinctively goes to the back of her hair, gently tugging on it until her chin is lifted towards the sky. Without thinking, my lips crash down onto her exposed neck, nipping at her flesh. Her hand continues to move over my cock, making me grow harder and harder.

“Something wrong, baby?” she whispers into the air.

“I want you so fucking bad it’s ridiculous.”

“Then take me.”

I back her up to the side of the house, nudging my knee between her legs. Then I peer around to make sure we’re out of view. The remainder of the party is around the front of the house beginning to eat the light dinner Ava and Darby prepared. The photographer has drug the happy little family down by the barn, giving us the perfect opportunity to fool around.

When I look back to Darby, I notice her too scanning the area to see if we’re safe. I wait for her attention to come back to me before nudging my leg up further into her center. She makes me smile when she lets a low moan escape and her hips buck onto the top of my thigh.

Darby’s a fucking tease and knows it. She unpins her hair, letting it tumble down. She knows I absolutely fucking love her hair. The smell and feel of it drives me fucking wild. Especially when she’s riding my cock and it brushes my chest with each movement.

Panic takes the place of desire in all of her features.

“Darby?” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

I tilt my head and try to figure out what in the hell she’s talking about. “Want to go inside the house and finish this then?”

“No, not that.” She places both of her palms on my chest, trying to push me away. “This ‘us’. I can’t do it. You’re a player Rhett. I’m not dumb.”

My body goes limp against hers, well everything but one part that’s been hard as a rock since the day I met her. I lace my hands up into her hair, letting my fingertips enjoy the feel of her.

“Darby, look at me please.”

I wait until her rich taffy brown eyes look into mine. Our souls connect every single time we’re forced to look each other in the eye, letting our masks we wear to society tumble to the ground.

“I’m scared. I won’t lie to you. I’ve never lied to you and never will. We have lots to talk about, but I want you.”

She lets out a sarcastic chuckle. “You’ve wanted me since the day we met and by want, I mean in my panties.”

“Damn straight.” I finally crack a smile. “I’ll never forget the day your long legs and wild honey hair strutted into my life. I wanted to take you in that fucking restaurant. I’ve wanted you from day one.”

She tilts her head with shame radiating off of her. “You’re just like every other man. They always want me for sex.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous and confident for days. It’s like a challenge to men, Darby.” I run my hands down from her hair until I have her cheeks cupped in my hands and forcing her to look up at me. “But you’re more to me, Darby, a lot more.”

She remains silent, her eyes watering up with tears she refuses to let flow.

“We have a lot to talk about, but please do this with me.” Sheer terror attacks me when I realize what I’ve just opened myself up to. It’s something I swore to myself I’d never do again, but Darby pulled it out from deep inside me. I’ve never had a choice with her, it’s always been an inevitable force pulling us together.

“I can’t afford to