Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)

by Madison Faye

  He’s right: screw the rest of these people. Because all we need we’ve got right here with each other, and the rest?

  Well, the rest is all background noise.

  Epilogue

  Christian

  Red and gold leaves blow across my path as I cross the street, and I turn up the collar of my coat against the fall chill. Inside, however, I’m warm, because I’m headed home.

  To her.

  See, despite all the shit with Hershman, and everything blowing up like it did, Tempest did end up heading to Harvard. As it turns out, even in a snob-nosed and financially corrupt town like West Haven, a teacher threatening the future of a student and demanding sexual favors is, well, looked down on.

  The administration wasn’t exactly happy with me either, I’ll say that, but they also didn’t object to me personally leading the investigation into Hershman’s questionable scruples, especially when it came to Tempest’s history with him as a teacher. Turns out, if people had bothered to dig deeper than Hershman’s word, they would have seen what I’d guessed all along: Tempest didn’t fail any classes her senior year, he’d goddamn nuked her grades after she’d told him to stop trying to put his fucking hands on her. The whole incident with his car, and then being caught with a stolen beer in the library the following week had all been fallout from her finding out about Amy Sanders and what he’d done to her. People act out, and she’d done so exactly how I’d expect my perfect storm to.

  We dug deeper, and it turns out it’d also been Hershman who’d then leaned on her economic professor, Dr. Snell, to fail her there too.

  Fuck that shit.

  They — well I — also reached out to and convinced the Sanders family to speak up again, and this time, I made damn sure people fucking listened to them.

  And they did.

  Hershman didn’t go to jail or anything, like he should have, but he did get booted from Thornbull. I also called in some favors with some ex-jarheads I know, who went to his house and basically took their time with him. He now has the word “rapist” tattooed across his forehead, and as far as I’ve been told, won’t have an easy time getting an erection basically ever again.

  Fuck him.

  The wind hits me and I duck down our street right off the Harvard campus. So, she’s here now, at school where she belongs, with a clean permanent record and everything about that car incident expunged from her record.

  And wouldn’t you know it, she’s still fucking her professor.

  Not Headmaster, Professor.

  See, my staying at Thornbull was honestly never going to happen. I knew that the second I crashed into Hershman’s classroom. And I definitely knew it when I kissed her in front of half the school. And I’d do it all over again, a million times.

  Hell, I’d known I wasn’t long for Thornbull the second I’d walked into my office and set my eyes on Tempest. And really, Headmaster wasn’t for me. It wasn’t teaching, it was just directing, and I’d done enough that in the service. I wanted to teach, like my mother. I wanted to foster learning and help minds grow and expand, and I wasn’t going to do that as the school’s task master and rule maker.

  So I quit.

  Well, no, the town paid me to leave. Same difference though. Technically, I’d done no wrong. What’d happened with Tempest and I was inappropriate, for sure, but seeing as she was eighteen, and a legal adult, and it was all obviously consensual, the only real foul was that I was her Headmaster, and things had happened on school grounds.

  Hey, I never claimed to be saint, and I wasn’t going to lie.

  Her parents actually seemed like they were okay with it once they’d come home early from their trip and been filled in on what had happened. Okay, at first, I’ll grant them being pissed that a guy basically their age had somehow fallen for their daughter. But, when they met me, I think they put aside any misgivings they might’ve still had. They saw that I wasn’t some creep who was just after her for her youth. And besides that, they knew Tempest was always way older than her years anyways, and so us ending up together really just made sense.

  Hell, I agree.

  They got behind it so much that they ended up leading the call for me to be rewarded for my efforts in saving Tempest, bringing the Amy thing to light, and actually stopping Hershman from hurting anyone else. Turns out, there were a few other girls he’d been creeping on, and their parents also joined in when they found out I’d upended the monster.

  So in the end, to settle it all, Thornbull ended up giving me a very nice settlement to walk away, and so I did. Her dad stepped up big time, and pulled in some favors with some old colleagues of his who just so happened to work in the administration at Harvard.

  And so, yep, here I am — the brand new military history professor at an ivy league school.

  Who’d have thought.

  I moved up here the same day she did, proposed that very same day, and the two of us have an apartment together right off campus. It’s made for some interesting questions around the faculty water cooler, but I don’t give a shit. So long as she never decides to take “Intro to the Napoleonic Wars” or “Saddam and the Gulf: A Retrospective,” we’re on clean ground.

  Downstairs, I fish my keys out of my pocket and then step into the foyer of our building. The apartment’s a new building, and the space isn’t huge, but hey, it’s all we need right now. Besides, Tempest’s discovered she loves molecular biology, and remember how I said she was a genius? Well, I wasn’t really exaggerating. She’s fucking brilliant, and the work she’s doing is so intense and so groundbreaking, even in her lower level classes, that she’s already getting future-offers from some of the biggest labs in the country. So, something tells me, we’re going to be upgrading to a bigger place soon.

  We’ll have to actually, eventually.

  No, she’s not pregnant. Yet. But the only reason she’s not is because I’m insisting that she finishes her degree first. But the fucking day she gets that diploma, mark my damn words: I’m throwing her birth control pills away and filling her with my cum all day every goddamn day until she’s swollen with our child.

  The thought makes my cock twitch as I ride the elevator up to our top-floor apartment. I step out into the hall and grin at the smell that I know can only be coming from our place, since it’s Tempest’s famous — at least to me — bolognese sauce simmering on the burner. It’s her dad’s old recipe, and damn is it fantastic.

  The smell floods over me as I unlock the door and step inside, but I’m forgetting it and food entirely as I take in the sight that greets me.

  And I growl.

  Black, thong panties, and an old t-shirt of mine. It’s all she’s wearing as she stands up on her tiptoes to glance into the pot simmering on the stove. The motion strains her calves, stretching her lean legs out so fucking enticingly and pulling the shirt up over her tight little ass. My cock goes rock fucking hard at the sight, and this time when I growl, she must hear me, because suddenly she gasps and whirls to face me.

  “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me!”

  Her shoulders heave with her shocked breath, but she grins when she sees me. But then she must notice the look on my face, because her eyes dip lower. She sees the bulge in my pants, and when she drags her eyes back up to mine, her gaze is as hungry as mine.

  “And how was your day, honey?” she purrs.

  I don’t say a word, I just drop my briefcase, shrug off my coat, tear my tie off, and march right for her. Tempest squeals, giggling and running from me, but I scoop her up easily and spin her in my arms. She moans as I crush my lips to hers, her arms going around me and one leg raising to curl around my hip. I groan, feeling the heat between her legs even through her panties and my pants, and it sets something on fire inside of me.

  I growl, picking her up into my arms and marching us over to the couch in the living area. I push her down into the plush cushions, only pulling away enough to tear my dress shirt off and yank my belt open. Tempest moans, yanking the t-shirt over h
er head and exposing her soft, full breasts to my gaze. I move back to her, pinning her to the cushions and kissing her fiercely as my hand skims down her body.

  I work my mouth down to her neck, kissing her collarbone and biting her softly before I move lower. I trace my tongue over her nipples, and tease the underside of her breast before I move even lower. My fingers hook into her thong and pull it down slowly as my lips trail down her belly, and damn do I love the little mewling sounds she makes and the way she arches her hips in anticipation.

  Luckily for her, she’s not going to have to wait long.

  I toss her panties aside, spread her legs wide, and growl lowly as I move in.Tempest cries out as my tongue finds her slippery wet pussy. I drag it over her lips, drawing the honey from her opening and tasting it hungrily. I move to her clit, lightly swirling my tongue over it as my hands move to cup her hot little ass in my hands possessively. I push her legs back, spreading them wide in my hands and opening her up as I push my tongue deep inside of her.

  Tempest moans, her hands in my hair and her hips bucking against me as I tongue her tight, sweet cunt for all I’m worth. I’m fucking addicted to the taste of her — a damn junkie for her sweetness. I slide a finger inside of her, and my cock actually lurches at how fucking tight she is, even just around one finger. I suck her clit between my lips and tease it with the tip of my tongue as I drag the finger in and out, stroking her inner walls and making her moans fill our damn apartment.

  It’s when I wet the thumb of my other hand with her slippery juices and move it down to her tight, puckered ass that she really goes crazy. I tease her mercilessly, one finger curling in and out of her, my thumb tracing circles around her asshole, and my tongue swirling around her clit. She pants faster and faster, her hips moving harder and harder against me, until suddenly, she crashes over that edge.

  And fuck if the sound of the woman I love coming for me isn’t the single greatest sound in the world.

  She’s barely caught her breath when I stand and yank my pants and my boxers down. My cock springs out, rock hard and throbbing with need to be buried inside of her slick, tight little pussy. I move over her, stroking myself and groan as the pre-cum coats my shaft.

  But Tempest only grins coyly, and before I can even react, she’s tackled me and flipped me onto my ass on the couch. I chuckle, but then she’s pouncing on me, her legs going to either side of my hips as she settles her pussy right on top of my cock.

  “Oh it’s like that, is it?” I growl, my brow arched in amusement. I can tell she’s about to quip something back, but before she can, I grab her hips, hold her tight, and rock my hips up into her.

  Tempest cries out, her whole face crumpling in pleasure as every inch of my cock sinks into her tight, slick passage. I groan, grabbing her ass and grinding deep into her as her pussy clenches tight around me. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hooded blue eyes meet mine, and she starts to move.

  She feels like heaven. She fucking always feels like heaven.

  Her velvety smooth cunt glides over my cock, taking me deep and then pulling up so that only her lips are kissing my crown, before sinking all the way back down to my balls again. I look between us, groaning at the sight of her pink slit stretched so tight around my big cock. I can feel her clenching me so damn tight, like she’s milking me with her pussy as she slowly rides me up and down.

  “God you’re so big,” she whimpers softly, dropping her lips to my neck and kissing me. My muscles tense and coil as I grab her ass tight and help her slide up and down my shaft, grinding my hips into her as she sinks all the way down.

  “You like taking every inch of this big cock, angel?” I purr into her ear.

  She whimpers, nodding her head.

  “I want to hear you say it,” I growl, bringing my hand down suddenly across her ass. She moans loudly as the smack fills the room, and I can feel her inner walls clench at me tight.

  “I love fucking your big, fat cock, sir,” she moans, her breaths coming faster. She keeps pumping up and down, her nipples dragging over my chest muscles and her tight little body tensing up as she takes every inch of me.

  “And are you going to be my good little bad girl and take every drop of my cum inside this hot little cunt of yours?”

  She moans louder, nodding her head quickly. “Yes, sir!” She gasps, and suddenly she’s starts to move faster, bouncing her hips up and down my shaft quicker and rolling them when I bottom out. I groan, feeling the cum boiling in my balls and the need to fill her consuming me.

  “Christian?” she whispers suddenly in my ear.

  “Yeah, angel?”

  She groans, still bouncing up and down on my cock as she brings her lips to my ear.

  “Remember how we wanted to wait until graduation before, you know.”

  I groan, my cock swelling at the thought of what she’s saying. I palm her ass tightly, grinding my cock deep inside of her and making her moan.

  “I only remember basically every single day,” I growl. She giggles, and the motion has her tightening around me, making me grit my teeth to keep from exploding right there.

  “Well…” She trails off, and slowly, I pull back to meet her eyes.

  “What is it, Princess?” I say quietly, suddenly stopping. My brow furrows in concern. Suddenly, I’m remembering that she had a doctor's visit today, and all at once, every goddamn horrible, worst case scenario shreds through me.

  “Angel,” I whisper dryly, my whole body suddenly on edge. “Tell me.”

  I’m about to pull her off my lap and see how bad it is, when suddenly, she just grins. Confusion swirls through me as she suddenly leans forward, and sucks my earlobe between her lips, letting her teeth graze over it.

  “What if we moved that timeline up a little,” she coos in the sexy, sultry whisper right into my ear.

  I freeze, my thoughts tangling in my head and my words tripping over my tongue.

  “Because I’m pregnant.”

  Her words are like flipping a switch on me. It’s like suddenly, the whole world gets brighter. It’s like the air gets sweeter, and the scent of her red sauce simmering in the kitchen gets even better, and like her damn skin gets even warmer and softer.

  She’s pregnant.

  She’s pregnant.

  And very quickly, I’m suddenly harder than I’ve ever been before.

  Tempest squeals as I suddenly flip us over, pinning her to the couch and kissing her with every fiber of my being. I kiss her deeply, passionately, covering her body with mine and pulling my arms tight around her.

  “You’re going to be a father,” she whispers, rocking her hips gently. Her legs slip around my waist, hugging me tight to her and pulling me deep inside. I groan, the blood roaring through me as I slowly pull out, only to plunge my cock deep inside of her. Tempest cries out, her fingers scratching down my back as my thick cock fills her to the brim.

  And then I start to fuck the woman I love more than anything in this world. The woman I’m going to marry soon.

  The woman that’s going to be the mother of my children.

  Plural.

  I imagine this gorgeous, vivacious, sexy woman filled with my seed. I picture her swollen with our child, her belly getting rounder, her breasts fuller, and the flush of it all making her skin glow. I groan, plunging my cock deep inside of her as I pull back and lock eyes with her.

  “I love you, so fucking much,” I groan.

  “I love you too,” she gasps, turning her head to suck my thumb between her lips. I growl, picking up my pace and driving my cock into her tight, slick pussy over and over again, until I know there’s no going back. I pull my thumb away and crush my lips to her, swallowing her moans and her cries as the two of us move faster and faster until suddenly, it’s like a bomb going off.

  Tempest comes first, and the feel of her impossibly tight, slick, perfect pussy clenching around me and milking me for all I’m worth sends me right over the edge after her. She pulls away from my lips, moaning as she feels
my hot cum pump into her, jet after jet filling her to the brim until I can feel it leaking out from where we join and coating her thighs. I keep moving, the thought of her being pregnant too much to resist, and before she can catch her breath, I’m right into round two.

  I think about how fucking lucky I am for all of it — for besting the battles of my past and somehow surviving when I shouldn’t have. I think about finding her, and knowing that even if I knew it was wrong, that she was it for me.

  I think about the fact that I’m going to have a child with the woman I love most in this world, and that alone is all I need.

  When we both come again, it’s her on top, riding me up and down and cooing into my ears as the orgasm blasts through her. I’m right behind again, filling her with more of my seed until I’m completely spent.

  …And knowing that it’s really just redundant at this point.

  Later, we finally eat our pasta with her bolognese sauce, naked, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor and laughing. We stay up late, talking excitedly about what’s going to happen, and if we think it’ll be a boy or a girl, and names, and who we’ll tell and when.

  It’s insanely late when we finally drag ourselves to bed, and when she curls up next to me and falls asleep, her breath against my chest, I think again about luck, and the big slice of it I’ve got.

  Because somehow, I’ve found my perfect storm. And I am never letting her blow away.

  The End

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