Dirty Secret: A Bad Boy Romance (Bluefield Bad Boys Book 3)

  Megan and Wyatt had gone to dinner, and Aubrey and I sat and ate hamburgers on the patio of their cabin. “What’s got you in a twist, Aubrey?”

  “Don’t know what you mean.” She doused a fry in ketchup, pretending to be more interested in the fry than the conversation.

  I was slumped back on the chair with my beer. I stretched my leg out and tapped her chair with my foot to get her to look at me. “Bullshit. You do that same wiggling rabbit’s nose thing that Andi does when something is bothering her.”

  She shrugged and stared at the fry that was more ketchup than potato now. She seemed to be deciding on whether or not to tell me what she had on her mind. With a sigh, she dropped the fry on her plate.

  “Something happened today, and it’s really bugging me. I know Megan can take care of herself. And I know she’d never stay with someone who was—” She paused. “She would never stay with a guy if he was abusive.”

  I sat up so fast the chair scraped the patio. “What the fuck happened?”

  “No don’t. See, I knew you’d get all huffy and rooster-like.”

  “Tell me.” My jaw was clenched tight as I spoke.

  “It’s nothing. I’m sure I was just jumping to conclusions.”

  I scrubbed my face with my hands. “Aubrey, damn it, fucking tell me.”

  She looked at me, and it seemed that if she could have dragged the words back in, she would have. “You have to promise you won’t say anything to Megan or Wyatt. There’s already enough tension between you two.”

  “Not promising anything. But if you don’t tell me, I’ll ask Wyatt myself, and I won’t be sitting calmly on a patio chair.”

  A short laugh left her mouth. “You and I have really different definitions for calmly.” She took a deep breath. “We were walking to the car. They’d been arguing about something. I can’t even remember what, but Wyatt kept getting angrier. You know how Megan can do that to people. Anyhow, his foot shot out, and he kicked her on the leg. She stumbled a bit but caught herself. She looked back to see if I’d seen it. Which I had, and I was pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. She laughed it off like they’d just been messing around. But I don’t think that it was in fun. Of course,” Aubrey said quickly, “I could be completely wrong. I might have misread the whole situation. Please, you can’t say anything, Dawson. Otherwise, I’m moving into your room for the rest of the vacation.”

  I nodded and wondered just how I was going to keep from wrapping my hands around the asshole’s neck when I saw him again. “Why the hell is Megan with him? I could tell he was a jerk the second he walked in the door.”

  “I’m not sure why she’s with him. I think she just wanted someone badly and figured he made good money and he’s nice looking. But I agree with you, he really lacks in the personality department. I told you, but just let it go.”

  I picked up my beer. “Can’t do that. I’ll talk to Megan when the creep isn’t around. If I find out that he’s ever lifted a hand to her—”

  “No more,” she said. “Let’s just drop the subject. I’m sure Meg knows what she’s doing. So, what are you going to be up to the rest of the night? Are you expecting a visit from your skateboarder friend? She was cute. Who is she?”

  I picked up the last fry and ate it. “Just a girl. A really amazing girl.”

  Chapter 19

  Lenix

  It was well past midnight before the house finally filled with the sound of men snoring. Earlier in the evening, Graham had decided that since he had us all under the same roof with nothing to do, he’d take advantage and call a business meeting. His agenda stretched on forever and covered everything from marketing products to what the theme of the next album would be. I had a hard time focusing on the discussions, mostly because I was too focused on the secret texting slash sexting conversation I was having with Dawson. Eventually, Graham, taking on his strict father role as usual, had threatened to take my phone for the rest of the week if I didn’t pay attention. Everything about the man was irritating, and it seemed he was beginning to feel the same way about me. The loving, supporting relationship we’d had at the start of this venture was slowly disappearing for good. He’d always been money hungry, but now that he had more than he could ever use, he was losing any of the qualities that I’d once admired about him. Ambition and enthusiasm had been replaced by greed and the never ending quest for more.

  I looked out my bedroom window as I pulled on my sweatshirt. The same cold, dense haze had rolled in to obliterate the beach. Eerie drifts of opaque clouds floated over the sand and beach path. The lights along the path were turned off, most likely to discourage people from milling about late at night. Draped in a horror movie quality fog, the entire beach looked terribly uninviting. But there was no other time to see Dawson. Our short visit on the porch had only increased my need to see him.

  I picked up my phone and texted him. He was most likely fast asleep, but I had to give it a try. “Are you still up for a visit?”

  He texted back quickly. It made me smile to think he was sitting there in the dark of his room waiting to hear from me. “Hell yes. I will walk your way to pick you up. It’s too late for you to be out alone.”

  “Thank you. I confess that fog looks kind of scary, and I’m a big chicken about scary. I’ll meet you on the path.” I hurried and put on my shoes and grabbed my beanie and scarf. Tonight they’d provide warmth instead of a disguise. Not even the most obsessive reporter, not even squirmy little Jergen, who seemed to spend his entire career following me around, would be out at this hour.

  I tiptoed down the stairs working hard to miss the few steps that creaked. Although Axel, even with his jack rabbit hearing, had had enough beer and food tonight to drop him into a sleep coma. I’d found that the easiest way to get in and out of the house was through the infamous back porch.

  I opened the back door and sucked in a startled breath. Rex was just entering the house with a pungent cloud of pot smoke around him.

  “Lennie, what the hell are you doing up and dressed?”

  “Uh, I’m going out for a walk. Couldn’t sleep.”

  “Me either.” He held up the joint. “It’ll help you sleep.”

  I shook my head. “You know that stuff gives me a headache. I’ll be fine.”

  “That fog is thick. I’ll walk with you.”

  “No,” I said way too sharply.

  He eyed me suspiciously. “What are you up to, Len?” Just then a large figure appeared in the swirl of haze at the bottom of the porch steps. Just seeing Dawson made my heart flutter ahead of its normal pace. No guy had ever caused that kind of immediate reaction. There was just something so different about Dawson. He was like no one I’d ever met.

  I put my hand on Rex’s arm. “Please don’t say anything to Graham.”

  “I’m not your keeper, Lennie. You’re a big girl, and to be honest, I’m getting pretty fucking tired of Rush’s control over us.” He glanced over his shoulder at Dawson and then back at me. “Are you sure about this?”

  “More sure than I’ve been about anything in a long time.” I hopped up, kissed his cheek and then flew down the stairs, landing right in Dawson’s strong arms.

  A laugh of relief and excitement flew from my lips as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “I seem to have gotten into this funny habit of wrapping myself around you like a beer can cozy the second I see you.”

  He tightened his hold on me. “No complaints from the beer can.” He kissed me, and it was the kind I’d been waiting for all day, tender but deep, a kiss from a man who had suddenly, and without warning, become important to me.

  “Being wrapped in your arms is always perfect, but somehow, they feel even better when we’re standing in a cold, spooky mist.” Reluctantly, I lowered my feet to the ground. “As much as I’d love to have you carry me all the way to the motel, it might be a bit awkward.”

  He turned his back to me. “Not if I carry you on my back.”

  I laughed and hopped up onto his wide,
strong back. I curled my arms around his neck, and he hooked my legs with his arms.

  I rested my chin on his shoulder as he headed along the path. “I guess this is what they call a pea soup fog. Although clam chowder would be better, especially with that unique aroma the ocean lends it. How was your day?”

  “The only part I remember was when you and I were on the porch. Everything else is just a blur. What about your day?”

  “Yep, the porch visit is the only thing I can remember too.”

  “That guy just now—he’s your drummer, right? Is this going to be a problem for you?”

  “Nah, he won’t tell. The guys all know that Graham has too much control over our lives. When we were brand new to this, we appreciated it. He was sort of like a father, guiding us all through the stress, tension and heartbreaks of making it in the music industry. Now we’re needing him less, and I think it scares the hell out of him. I think we could get out of this fog faster if I walked on my own. Besides, you’ll need all your strength for when we get back to the room.”

  “So fucking right. Not that you weigh more than a lightly filled backpack.” He lowered my legs. I climbed off his back and took hold of his hand. The houses all looked menacing and haunted behind their curtain of fog. It felt as if the beach path stretched on forever.

  Dawson glanced over at me. “Can I ask you something?”

  I stopped, turned and kissed him. “Yes, I’m up for a little kink.”

  His low laugh formed a puff of white air. “Yeah? Not what I was going to ask, but that’s a good start. I just wondered if you’d sing for me. Your voice is pure sex as far as I’m concerned, and I would love to hear it in person.”

  “Pure sex. Huh? Who knew? What do you want to hear? Or, let me rephrase that. Which song is going to get you prepared for our fun back in the room?”

  “I think you could sing just about anything, and I’d be ready.”

  “It’s a small world after all,” I sang.

  “Yep, that works. And with the added bonus that I’ll be replaying the song in my head for the next twelve hours.”

  I laughed and changed songs to Stardust, one of Ice Cake’s most popular songs. Dawson tightened his grip on my hand, and I sang to him all the way back to the motel.

  We reached his door and he pulled me into his arms for a kiss.

  I reached between us and stroked the erection pushing at the front of his jeans. “I guess that did the trick.”

  “Sure did. Of course, I’ve been like that most of the day just thinking about you. Now about that first answer. You mentioned something about kink?”

  “I sure as heck did.”

  He opened the door and pulled me inside his room.

  Chapter 20

  Dawson

  I shut the dreary fog and the rest of the world out and led Lenix into the room. I had her stripped down to her bra and panties with hardly taking my mouth away from hers. Her panties were a lacy green thong. I took hold of her hand and twirled her around once to get a view of it on all sides. “Fuuuck,” I growled. “Leave those on.”

  “Your wish is my command,” she said as she fumbled with the fly on my jeans.

  “Well then, I’ve got some more wishes coming.” I stepped back to look at her and decide which way to take this. We’d only known each other a few days, but we’d connected solidly when it came to sex, almost as if we were reading each other’s minds. “Take off the bra, but, like I said, leave those hot, barely there panties on.”

  She reached back and unfastened her bra. It slowly slid off her shoulders. Her nipples hardened as I gazed hungrily at them. She slid her hand up and over her breast to make the nipple pucker even tighter. My cock strained against my jeans.

  I reached back and pulled off my shirt. She flew toward me to press her naked breasts against my bare chest. As her nipples rubbed against me, her hand slid into my pants. “Do you always wear a condom?” she asked as her mouth left a long trail of hot kisses across my chest.

  “Yes.” I knew where this was going, and it was making me that much harder thinking about fucking her without anything between us.

  “I’m on the pill and I’m clean, but I’d understand if you don’t want to take my word for it. Just thought I’d let you know. It’s up to you.”

  “Are you fucking kidding? God, baby, I’m going nuts all damn day just thinking about you.”

  She ran her fingers along my cock and swirled her thumb around the wet tip. “I want to wrap my lips around you, Dawson. Please,” she pleaded breathlessly. “I’ve wanted to taste you since this afternoon on the porch when I stroked you with my hand. Your cock is like the rest of you, fucking incredible. I can’t get enough of either.”

  “My wish first. Just one touch of those lips, and I won’t be able to hold back. I don’t want this to end so fast.” I lifted her chin and kissed her before lowering my mouth to her nipple. I took it lightly between my teeth and tugged at it just hard enough to push a gasp from her lips. I looked up at her face. Her lids were heavy over her golden eyes.

  “Yes or no?” I asked.

  “Yes.” The word came out as a weak whisper. I lowered my mouth and took hold of the other nipple between my teeth, barely holding it there as my tongue brushed against her. She arched her back, inviting me to tease her more. I nibbled and licked her breasts until her legs wobbled beneath her.

  I reached to the ground and swept up her bra. She stood with her eyes shut, swaying back and forth a bit as I circled around her. I pulled her hands behind her back and tied them together with her bra. A whimper that was pure erotic pleasure flowed from her lips. I moved back around and kissed her.

  She opened her eyes and peered up at me. There was no hesitation or question. She was game, and I wanted her more for it.

  I lifted her by the waist and sat her on the small table in front of the window. She leaned back on her tied hands and gazed up at me with a look that assured me she was ready for more.

  I reached for the ice bucket. A few solid pieces floated in the icy water. I took a long sip of water and put the bucket beneath her lips. I held it for her as she took a few quenching sips. I fished out a piece of ice before putting down the bucket. I moved the ice over her lips and quickly licked the cool water off. She leaned back on her tied hands, and once again, arched her back to push her rose colored nipples higher.

  A quick shiver pulsed through her as I ran the ice along the swell of her breast and then around her nipple. My mouth followed with warm licks. I teased her with the ice until the piece had melted away. Her naked skin was pink from the ice and from my mouth.

  Her head lulled to the side as she watched me push off my pants and underwear. Her hungry gaze went right to my cock. Her earlier plea to blow me pulsed in my veins like a volcano ready to erupt.

  She moved her arms in an attempt to free her hands. A frustrated giggle followed. “This is torture. I want to touch you, Dawson.”

  “Yeah? Then my devious plan is working.” I knelt down in front of the table. “You wanting me is my whole fucking game plan.” I reached behind her ass and slid her closer to the edge of the table. I pushed her knees wide and gazed at her pussy. I lifted my face to hers. She was staring down at me from beneath long lashes. “Fuck, Dawson,” she nearly sobbed. “Touch me already. Fucking touch me.”

  I pressed my mouth against her with the same hungry intensity as when I’d kissed her. She released a long mewling sound that was as hot as having her mouth around my cock. I groaned against the tender pink folds of her pussy as my fingers slid through the creamy moisture. I impaled her with three fingers.

  “Yes, Dawson, please.” She leaned back farther, scooting her ass even farther off the edge of the table.

  She squeezed her thighs shut around me as my fingers impaled her and my tongue stroked her pussy. The table shook on its unsteady legs as she rocked against me. “Dawson, fuck yes!” she cried as her body trembled and shuddered with an orgasm.

  I stood in front of her and she m
elted against my chest as I reached around to untie her hands. I took hold of her wrists, draped her arms around my neck and lifted her into my arms. I carried her to bed.

  I stretched out next to her and she straddled me. She scooted back over my legs and dropped down over me, taking my cock in one small hand and cupping my balls with the other. I tangled my fingers in her hair as her mouth slid down over me. Her lips tightened around my shaft as she moved them from tip to base and back again. Her naked ass wiggled teasingly above her as she brought me close to climax with her hands and mouth.

  “Fuck that feels good, baby. You’ve got the sweetest damn mouth.” My voice was low and gravelly. I clenched my jaw trying not to come. I wasn’t ready for this to end yet.

  I reached for her arms. “Climb up here, Pixie. I need that tight, magic pussy milking me right to fucking heaven.”

  With deliberate slowness, she dragged her lips along my cock and then leaned down to lick my balls. My entire body tensed with the feel of her warm tongue licking my sac. I reached for her arms again. “Now, I need you on top of me, now.”

  She licked her lips once and wiped at the corner of her mouth with her pinky. Everything about her was so damn erotic, every sound from her throat, every move of her body, that I was barely holding on.

  She swung her leg over my hips and peered down at me with glittering gold eyes. Her hands pressed against my chest as she wiggled her ass and hovered over my aching cock. She bit her lip and her long dark lashes fluttered down as she slid down over me, swallowing every inch of me in her hot, wet pussy.