Hot Dirty Love (Copperline Book 5)

by Sibylla Matilde

  But it would eventually snowball into something extraordinarily dirty, testing my willpower as thoughts of her soft skin and breathy gasps haunted me. She had gotten under my skin that first night at Dave’s party and tantalized me from just beneath the surface. Even in oversized hoodies and faded jeans. Even with her hair pulled back into a ball cap like she was trying to fade into the small sea of faces staring up at me.

  Those big brown eyes of hers couldn’t be ignored, though. The memory of her soft lips preoccupied me. Aside from wearing a bag over her head, I didn’t know how to not notice, and I sure as heck couldn’t figure out how to not react.

  So, ultimately, I felt like I knew why she was majoring in petroleum. It was my karma for being a manwhore for so long.

  Fate had placed her in my class to fuck with my resolve.

  “Feel that?” Sophie asked.

  “Oh my gosh,” Ilsa squealed, “yes!”

  If I closed my eyes, I could almost make believe it was as dirty as it sounded.

  I could forget that Sophie was shaped like a pear and Ilsa was chasing baby kicks across her round stomach like a little kid chasing butterflies.

  Almost, but not quite.

  I was in domestic hell and was quickly remembering why I had veered so sharply away from these little Mofo get-togethers lately.

  The girls were taking turns rubbing Sophie’s belly while Brannon sat there with the most blissfully vacant stare on his face. Based on their discussion, she only a month or so to go. Denny and Cody laughed and gave Drew shit about it being his turn. Drew just smiled at his little Raven. All the while, Denny’s son Eoghan (which they said like Owen, but had decided to go all fancy and Irish with the spelling for whatever fucking reason) and Cody’s boy Max wrestled on the living room carpet of Brannon and Sophie’s new house.

  The new house was the reason I’d come. I was a fucker, but not so much of a fucker that I wasn’t going to help a buddy move. So, even though I was exhausted—mentally from the daily internal struggle and sleepless nights, physically from more or less beating my dick black and blue to ease the ache—I was willing to help.

  Now the furniture was in place, but there were boxes piled everywhere. Sheer chaos, really, aside from one of the bedrooms that was all baby-ready. The girls had started unpacking the kitchen for Sophie, insisting she rest with her feet up, while us guys had done all the heavy lifting. After ordering pizza, everyone kicked back, content with the progress made.

  I tried to escape before pizza arrived, but Brannon insisted I stick around for a beer or two, and now, after my fourth on an empty stomach, I was starting to feel a touch woozy. Too much happiness. All the lovey schmoopie shit made me want to barf.

  The horror of the moment seeped through me, increasing as I saw Drew give Raven a knowing little nod. Raven smiled wide and turned to Sophie.

  “You’ll have to give me tips,” she said.

  “On what?” Sophie giggled.

  “Everything,” Raven answered warmly, “because I’m due at the end of June.”

  The other Mofo women erupted into a chorus of girly little coos.

  I swung my gaze to glare at Drew.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned, “you too? What the fuck?”

  “Language, you fucker,” Drew shot back, nodding his head towards the boys on the floor who were now both staring up at me following my outburst.

  Their attention gave me the creeps.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t like kids. I’d just never really been around them much and, to be honest, I was well aware that I may not be the best role model.

  Something Eoghan proved by grinning widely, pointing at me, and spouting out, “A fuck!”

  “Dammit, Justin,” Felicity half-laughed and half-scowled as she jumped up to lift their son into her arms. “Eoghan, baby, that’s a no-no word, remember? No-no word.”

  Fortunately, Max, who tended to be a bit more shy, kept his little mouth shut. He just stared and blinked.

  “I’ll have to get ya cursin’ like a Dub, Justin,” Denny laughed. “You can slide it under the radar a little better.”

  “You know,” Felicity retorted with a sidelong glance at her husband, “swearing like an Irishman is still swearing, Denny.”

  “But more acceptable, hi?” he grinned back at her. “And maybe something that would be helpful since Justin’s been throwing a feckin’ moody lately.”

  “Speak English, you fucker,” I huffed at Denny.

  “Who the feck pissed in your cornflakes?” he shot back. “Ya probably shoulda taken Ruth up on her offer Friday night.”

  “Justin turned down sex?” Ilsa gaped.

  “Wait, what?” Raven looked absolutely stunned.

  As did Sophie. “Holy shit.”

  “What the fuck?” Felicity breathed out.

  “A fuck?” parroted Eoghan from his mother’s arms.

  “Eoghan, baby,” she gently told him, “that’s a no-no word. Mommy shouldn’t have said that.”

  I glared at Denny. “And you’re always blaming his swearing on me, you fuckin’ wanker.”

  He ignored me and turned to his wife. “Fliss, where are those presents we got for Bran and Sophie?”

  “They’re out in the truck,” she replied, appearing a little confused, “but they’re not wrapped yet, Denny. The baby shower isn’t for a couple days.”

  “No matter,” he responded on his way outside. “I think one of them might be better for Justin, anyway.”

  “Why the hell do I need a baby present?” I shouted after him, but he was already out the door.

  “Maybe it’s a pacifier so you’ll stop whatever tantrum you’re throwing,” Drew laughed.

  I just scowled back at him and took another sip of my beer. A minute later, Denny was back inside carrying a bag from Adam and Eve.

  “I thought you said it was a baby present,” Raven laughed.

  “It is,” Denny grinned.

  “Who gets a baby present at a sex shop?” Brannon asked, looking more than a little alarmed. “That’s something I’d expect from maybe… well,” he glanced at me, “no offense, Justin,” then back to the others, “but that’s something I’d expect from Justin.”

  I shrugged and nodded in agreement. That was totally something I’d do. Again, horrible role model.

  “I thought Brannon would need it since there will be a few weeks’ ban on knockin’ boots after the wee snapper arrives.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a box that he tossed my way. “I think Justin might need it sooner that Bran, though.”

  I looked down at the brand-new-in-the-package pocket pussy that landed in my lap.

  “Who’s the wanker now?” Denny said with a raised eyebrow.

  I totally used the pocket pussy.

  It was actually pretty fucking cool. Soft, yet firm. Clear and sort of a jelly texture. It was kind of amazing. Hypnotizing to watch my dick slide in and out, even. So I used it.

  A lot.

  To the point that I thought I had it under control. I can do this, I told myself. Repeatedly. Every time I went into the classroom. Every time Rain gazed up at me with those wide, innocent-looking eyes that hid so very much of the naughty girl inside. The naughty girl I’d touched and tasted.

  Thank God for the podium at the front of the room. Thank God for the satchel that I kept my tablet computer in. Something I could easily swing around in front as I left the room to hide the raging boner I had just from being in her presence.

  The breadth of her allure continued to mystify me. I kept waiting for it to fade. To go away. I didn’t get hung up on chicks. Ever. It simply had to be because I couldn’t have her. She was off limits. Forbidden fruit.

  That, and I’d watched way too much teacher/student porn in my day.

  Images of Rain in a short plaid skirt filled my head. Whispering “fuck me, Professor” against my skin. Ponytails on either side that I could grab and jerk as she nobbed me off.

  Shit.

  Fuck.


  Shit fuck.

  I don’t fuck students.

  But I had totally fucked that one and, God, I wanted to again.

  I was doing it, though. I was getting by. We had gotten through most of the semester, and things seemed to be okay. After Christmas, it would only be a couple more months. A couple more months of denying how badly I wanted her every day, and then she’d be gone and I could go back to being the old me. The me that ate hot chicks for breakfast… two or three at a time.

  Until I got a text from Pauline. Hell if I knew how she even had my number, but it only said a few words.

  You have got to see this.

  Followed by a link to a PornHub video.

  Like the total juvenile I was, at first I was all like, “Yay! Porn!” But that quickly subsided and confusion set in. Why was Pauline texting me a link to porn? Maybe she had ideas. Maybe it would get me out of this fuck funk I was in.

  So I clicked on the link and immediately knew why she sent it to me.

  Shit.

  As Rain tucked her textbook in her pack, I walked by her and tapped her lightly on the arm.

  “Can you stay for a minute? I need to see you after class.”

  She looked up at me wide-eyed and wary, and all those memories of her flashed through my brain. Revamped and renewed. A haunting vision that I denied with every fiber of my being, yet it continued to torment me, day and night. It felt like Vesuvius about to blow. Shit, Vesuvius was nothing. This was more of a super volcano like Yellowstone about to rock the entire world.

  Once the last student had finally chatted my ear off and left the room, I walked over to Rain and hunched down to get to her level, speaking in a low tone.

  “I need to talk to you about something, but not here.”

  Her brow furrowed in confusion.

  “Where?” she asked.

  “Someplace where nobody else is. Someplace where nobody will see us.”

  Her lower lip trembled ever so slightly, a telling sign that this all haunted her like it haunted me.

  “Okay,” she whispered, so quietly that I could barely hear it inches away. “Where?”

  I pulled a pen out of my shirt pocket and took her notebook, quickly jotting down an address. She glanced down at it, then back up at me, licking her lips nervously.

  “In Ophir?” she breathed.

  With a nod, I answered. “My place.”

  I watched down the short driveway, once again waiting for Rain. Once again apprehensive, but this time for a different reason.

  Headlights appeared as dusk settled in, slowing for a moment and then pulling up to my big, empty house. Rain climbed out of the small SUV, appearing a little unsure as she scanned the area, so I stepped just outside the door to wave her in. She hesitated only a minute before she climbed the short stairs to the deck.

  “I so didn’t picture you with a big house,” she murmured as she stepped inside and slipped off her coat. “Do you have roommates?”

  “The other Mofos used to live with me, but one by one…”

  “And you’re the last man standing,” she nodded in comisseration. “Why didn’t you move out, too? Or get new roommates? It must feel kinda lonely after a bit.”

  “Maybe if you’re a girl,” I scoffed, and she responded with a chuckle as she followed me into the greatroom.

  “So, what’s up? What’s the reason for this clandestine meeting?”

  “Um… well…” I didn’t want to tell her. I had to. I knew I had to.

  But, God… I didn’t want to.

  “I got a text yesterday,” I began, and looked at her as my mind tried to figure out the least dreadful way to tell her what I had to tell her.

  “Okay,” she carefully replied. “So you got a text. And?”

  “It was a link, sent to me by one of the Copperline regulars.”

  “As in one of your groupies?”

  “We refer to them as the bar sluts, actually,” I corrected her, as though that sounded any better. “They don’t limit themselves to the Mofos.”

  “How equanimous of them,” Rain uttered with a distasteful twist to her lips. “What was the link for?”

  “A video… on PornHub.”

  “So one of your groupies—”

  “One of the bar sluts,” I corrected.

  “Right,” she shrugged, “one of your bar sluts sent you porn.”

  “Not my bar sluts, remember?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. What does any of this have to do with me?”

  “The video is me, Cole… and you.”

  At first, she just stared at me, a blank expression of shock on her face.

  “That can’t be right,” she whispered after a moment. “Who would have… there weren’t cameras or—”

  “My guess is it was someone with a cell phone. Good one, judging by the quality.”

  “You watched it?” Her voice trembled.

  “Yep,” I quietly replied.

  “Holy fuck,” she gasped, pausing for a moment to let it sink in. “Can you tell it’s us?”

  Her tongue darted out to touch her lips, a nervous motion that was entirely too tempting.

  “Yep.” My voice sounded gruff. It was all I could do not to grab her and lay her out on the couch. My mind waged war with my body. Stay strong, I thought. Don’t do it. It’s wrong. It’s all so wrong.

  I don’t fuck students…

  Yet she radiated some overwhelming pull that made me continue. Made me admit something I should have never said.

  “You… you’re amazing in it. It’s got a pretty awesome rating, especially for amateur porn, and lots of comments. Most are about you. How beautiful you are. The look on your face when you come.”

  Her breath caught and rushed out in a broken huff. I could see the goosebumps rising on her arms. I could see the tendrils of her hair vibrate from her shaking body.

  Finally, she opened her eyes, looking up. She was so close. One little dip and I could kiss her. I could drink her in again, intoxicating myself with her sweet addiction.

  “Can I see it?” she whispered.

  Oh fuck.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I am. I,” she inhaled deeply before she continued, “I want to see it.”

  “Jesus…” I trailed off.

  “Please.”

  “I shouldn’t show you.”

  “Please… Justin.”

  Fucking hell, she said my name again. How was that even hotter than when she called me Professor in class? And the way she said it. A little breathless and with the word please. I loved when chicks said the word please that way. Experience had shown me that it often came before the words fuck and me.

  And, to be fair, she really had every right to see it.

  Distance, though. I needed distance.

  “Give me your number, and I’ll send you the link.”

  “Or you could just show me now.”

  Fuck.

  Massive boner.

  I don’t fuck students. I don’t fuck students.

  “I should really just send the link.”

  “I know,” she breathed. “But I want you to show me.”

  “You shouldn’t even be here.”

  She looked at my lips as I spoke, seemingly hypnotized. “I know that, too.”

  I had to say something. I had to stop this. It was wrong. It was everything I’d avoided ever since I started teaching. I’d gone to great lengths to keep something just like this from happening.

  “Please,” she repeated.

  Yeah, fuck it.

  I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

  It started with a bunch of people standing around drinking. Paralyzer by Finger Eleven played in the background. A few people high-fived the videographer as he meandered through the crowd making his way down a packed hallway into a large bedroom.

  That bedroom.

  The crowd thickened at the entrance. A few people looked at the cameraman and stepped aside to allow him access.

>   “Dude, get up there,” one of the bystanders said. “Fucking hot chick taking on two guys!”

  “Make way,” another dude said, nudging a few people aside to clear a path for whoever was capturing the moment.

  A few more people stepped aside.

  And then, there we were.

  By the time the video focused on us, she stood almost naked before me, only wearing lacy red underwear and strappy heels, as Cole stood behind her. Her eyes were closed tight with her lashes dark and thick on her cheeks as his hands moved over her exposed skin.

  Sitting beside her now, watching this again with her, I could feel the sensations of that moment. Like I was reliving every stroke and sigh and breathless whisper. I felt the caress of her fingertips in my hair and taste the tenderness of her breasts.

  I could feel the aching urgency as we watched her frantically tug at the fly of my shorts.

  “Damn,” someone off to the side muttered. “She wants it bad.”

  I groaned a little as the camera focused in on her fingertips wrapped around my dick. A little harder as she dropped down to take me into her mouth.

  I’d replayed it over and over in my mind since that day, remembering the overwhelming sensation of her lips and her tongue and her fingers. The dark, feral look in her eyes. It had become my primary spank bank material. Every time I closed my eyes, it haunted me. Last night, I’d watched the video over and over, too, beating off I don’t know how many times. I damn near wore out the pocket pussy Denny had given me.

  Note to self, buy more lube for the pocket pussy.

  As erotic as watching it alone had been, though, watching it with her sitting here beside me was sheer torture.

  I. Don’t. Fuck. Students.

  On the small screen, her dark, thick lashes lifted to stare up at my face while the top of her tongue swept up my length. She choked slightly when she had taken me fully. I could almost feel the tightening of her throat and the caress of her tongue.

  Beside me, Rain exhaled a shaky breath as she watched Cole move in. I could almost feel the rough grip of Cole’s hand on my thigh, and, judging by how her body trembled, she could almost feel something else. The cameraman stepped closer, aimed directly at what was truly a mouthwatering little pussy. Cole’s thick fingers pushed inside, then slipped out glistening and slick with her arousal.