A Dirty Wedding Night: A Dirty Rockstar Romance (Dirty, Book 2.5)

by Jaine Diamond

  But he still didn’t fuck me.

  “Friends, right?” he said.

  “Yeah,” I breathed, kinda rolling my eyes, though he couldn’t see it. “Friends forever.”

  He smacked my ass. Guess he didn’t appreciate the sarcasm, but I didn’t mind the spanking, either.

  “I’ll take the benefits,” he said, his voice rough, like it was killing him to hold back. “But I don’t want it fucking with the friendship.”

  “No fucking with the friendship,” I said. “Just fucking.”

  “Okay,” he said. “Deal.”

  Then he thrust into me.

  And hell, yeah. That feeling; hot, shocking… fucking amazing.

  “Shit,” he groaned. He smoothed a hand up the curve of my back, beneath my jacket. “Elle… you’re so fucking gorgeous…”

  “You don’t need to talk,” I panted out. “Don’t talk.”

  So he didn’t.

  He just held my hips, tight, and fucked into me with everything he had. He was panting, grunting as he gave it to me. The boardwalk creaked beneath us. The waves crashed on the rocks below. My heart beat in my throat, behind my eyes. And my pussy throbbed, squeezing around him as he rammed into me.

  My body grew hot, inside-out, warmth radiating from my core as he worked me. My entire body tingled, growing desperate for release as he rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, back and forth, pulling me onto his dick again and again… shoving me toward my climax, inch by inch. And I wanted him to push me there.

  So I let loose, relaxing with an exhale, and just let myself have this. I gave into it, for just this moment.

  Because I deserved this, right?

  Lucky for me, my friends with benefits was a great fuck.

  He knew just what to do, how to give it to me hard, without hurting me in the process. How to hold me with his strong hands. When to grind up against me to hit my clit, and when to almost pull out for a breath or two, just to make me want it more.

  He even knew when to release my hips and wrap his arms around me so I could feel his heat, his strain and need and his panting breaths, against me. When I needed that feeling of comfort, of acceptance, to really let go.

  And he was right about the piercing.

  I could feel this crazy-hot pressure building inside as he stroked me in all the right ways. I was definitely going to come—screaming and totally losing it, like a woman who hadn’t come with a man in ten long months.

  Who hadn’t been fucked, or held, or wanted in this way—up close and intimate—in way too fucking long.

  And I realized, somewhere deep in the throes of it, on the very edge of orgasm… that this was exactly what I needed right now. Maybe it was what I’d needed all along.

  A man who just plain wanted me.

  And I didn’t care what that want was all about. Dissecting it, inspecting it, rejecting it; as of right now, I was just plain done with outright dismissing every man who came along because he wasn’t Jesse Mayes.

  Jesse Mayes didn’t want me.

  This man did.

  Ash did.

  My friend.

  Now, my lover.

  And getting fucked in the near-dark, in the middle of the night, in the woods, from behind, with my clothes half-on… it was downright feral.

  But it wasn’t just sex. Not for me.

  It was crazy-emotional as I trembled and panted in his arms…

  I lay my head back against his shoulder. I reached up behind me and grabbed his hair in fistfuls as he kissed my neck, and I held on tight—as all the shit I’d been holding onto, kept locked down tight, came broiling to the surface. The overwhelming tension of it all. The weight of the heartbreak and loss I’d carried around for the last year of my life like a fucking anvil. The crushing pressure.

  It all just smashed free.

  And I came… gasping into the night with the release. Knowing in that instant, with crystalline clarity, that nothing would ever be the same again.

  I also knew that I wasn’t exactly thinking about Ash when I came—the gorgeous man embracing me, ramming up against me, inside me, as he shuddered and groaned with his own release.

  I was thinking about someone else.

  But not in a bad way.

  Because this was a new beginning. The beginning of really letting Jesse go.

  I knew it as I rolled on the waves of orgasm, as another man held me tight in his arms…

  This was what letting go felt like.

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  DIRTY SERIES

  Dirty Like Me (Dirty #1)

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  Dirty Like Brody (Dirty #2)

  A Dirty Wedding Night (Dirty #2.5)

  Dirty Like Seth (Dirty #3)

  ... and more books in the Dirty series, coming soon!

  DEEP SERIES

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  DEEPER (DEEP #2)

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  Playlist

  Even though this is a collection of stories and not a novel, I had to make a playlist for it. How could I not? Music features so prominently in the lives of these characters, and in my own—including while I was writing this collection.

  As usual, some of the songs on the A Dirty Wedding Night playlist are mentioned in the stories; others are songs that captured the feel of a certain scene or that I listened to while writing the collection.

  The playlist of course features rock—from classic rock to hard rock and everything in-between—as well as other genres that I, and the characters in the book, enjoy as well.

  Enjoy the tunes!

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  or listen to the playlist on Spotify here.

  A Dirty Vow

  Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic — The Police

  No Diggity — Chet Faker

  Everlasting Light — The Black Keys

  A Sky Full Of Stars — Coldplay

  A Dirty Secret

  Sex Type Thing — Stone Temple Pilots

  Animals — Maroon 5

  Fireside — Arctic Monkeys

  The Trouble with Us — Marcus Marr & Chet Faker

  A Dirty Lie

  Closer — Nine Inch Nails

  Do I Wanna Know? — Arctic Monkeys

  Hey Jude — The Beatles

  She’s Long Gone — The Black Keys

  A Dirty Deal

  Emotional Rescue — The Rolling Stones

  Snap Out Of It — Arctic Monkeys

  You Used to Hold Me — Calvin Harris

  No Good — Kaleo

  Acknowledgments

  First and foremost, I’d like to thank my amazing readers for coming
along on this journey with me. Your daily messages, kindness and support mean the world to me. To know that my writing has touched your lives is awe-inspiring. Thank you for reading, and for reaching out to connect with me. I’m humbled by your awesomeness.

  Thank you to everyone who entered the Name A Dirty Character contest, which I ran shortly before publication of this book. It was such a fun idea from the outset, and with nearly 500 entries, it was an extremely difficult choice! In the end, Summer was chosen as the winning name—a huge thank-you goes out to Shellcey Germano, who entered the name Summer in the contest! Summer is a new female supporting character, first mentioned in this book (in the fourth story, A Dirty Deal) as a DJ who is Elle’s close friend and Ash’s ex-girlfriend. Summer will first make an appearance in the next book, Dirty Like Seth (Dirty #3), and may also get her own book down the road, if we (and the men of the Dirty world) fall in love with her! Also, a special thank-you to Linda Fox and Desiree who both entered the name Skye, which was a (very) close runner-up name in the contest.

  Thank you, as always, to the many bloggers and reviewers who continue to support me and my books, writing passionate reviews of my new releases simply out of a love for reading and enjoyment of my books. You amaze me and I am deeply grateful. You’ll be hearing from me as soon as the next book is ready!

  Thank you to my bestie, Rena, for beta reading and supporting me in every way, always. “… my heart says yes.”

  To the ladies in my book club, for throwing my first (awesome!) book signing parties and sharing your passion for books—including the ones I’ve written. Thank you for making me read to you. Scary but good. ;) To Chris, for hosting and beta reading and being so generous and cool. And to my many other girlfriends, friends and family who continue to support me in my writing and spread the word about my books to other readers—thank you.

  To Guinevere, thank you for beta reading and enthusiastically supporting me and loving these stories. How cool is it that you’re now an author? Congrats on getting published, lady.

  To Mr. Diamond, thank you for beta reading, as always, for helping me make it better, for sharing this dream of mine (ours!) and giving it wings. Love you. Now let’s make some more books!

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  Dirty Like Me (Dirty #1)

  A gorgeous rock star. An indecent proposal. How can a girl resist?

  Struggling barista Katie Bloom doesn’t even know who Jesse Mayes is until she inadvertently wins the coveted role of sex kitten in his hot new music video. But by the time she’s in bed with him, she knows his reputation.

  Love maker. Heartbreaker.

  Making out with a stranger in front of a camera crew isn’t how Katie imagined herself getting over a broken heart, but when Jesse touches her, sparks fly. The sex is fake but the chemistry is real, and soon the steamy video is blazing up the charts.

  Then Jesse makes Katie an irresistible offer: act as his girlfriend for six weeks while he promotes his new album. The only catch? Their sizzling make-out sessions will be for the cameras only.

  Which is fine with Katie, since she's not about to trust her heart to rock's most legendary lover. Her body? Maybe…

  DIRTY LIKE ME

  CHAPTER ONE

  Katie

  I didn’t mean to crash the meeting.

  I fully intended to knock before entering, like a civilized person. Max had other plans. For one thing he was a dog, and for another he knew we were dropping in on my best friend, Devi. Devi was a total babe, and Max totally dug hot babes. One glimpse of the door to her office, which was ajar, and he streaked past the front desk, big wet tail wagging, startling a couple of Devi’s co-workers.

  “On it!” I blurted, diving after him, but he’d already hip-checked the door open. By the time I caught up, my wayward black lab was shaking off his rain-wet fur in a flurry of excitement, spraying Devi and the three other people standing in her office. I made a mad grab for his collar.

  I missed.

  Hovering awkwardly on the threshold, I clutched the tin of miniature pies I’d been unpacking in the lobby and mouthed a Sorry! at my BFF.

  “Hey, Katie!” Devi smiled brightly, tussling Max’s ears with a friendly pat. “Max! Aren’t you wet.” She shot me a look that said something like, Nice to see you, but what the hell?

  “Um… hi,” I said. Devi was a talent agent; her agency repped models and actors, so I was used to running into beautiful people in her office. Though I didn’t usually crash her meetings with my dog, wet and disheveled in my paint-stained jeans. “Sorry about my dog. Come on, Max.” I gave Max the get-your-furry-butt-over-here look, a look he knew well but completely ignored, since Devi and her pretty female guest were now loving him up.

  “No problem. We were just finishing up.” Devi gestured for me to stay put, though I really just wanted to grab my delinquent dog and get the hell out of there. I felt ridiculously conspicuous in my white tank top, which I’d regretted wearing about two seconds after it started raining. As Devi wrapped things up with her guests, I took stock. Yep. Purple bra totally showing through my now-transparent tank.

  Great.

  Devi was shaking hands with the built dude in the short-sleeve button-down, and I noticed some tattoos on his muscular arm, but that was about it. My attention had already snapped to the other guy as some unconscious, primal part of me registered his hotness before the rest of me could catch up.

  Plus, he was staring at me.

  Or at least, my see-through shirt.

  Devi strode to the door to see her guests out and I stepped aside, holding my tin of pies, trying to disappear into the wall. He was coming at me. Tall and broad-shouldered, his thick, dark hair in unkempt waves that gave him a decidedly just-fucked look, like some lucky bitch had just clawed through it. Totally worked on him. He wore a fitted black T-shirt, which I swore I could see his well-defined abs through, and ripped, dark jeans molded to his long, hard thighs…

  My brain must have short-circuited, because my gaze got stuck on the package in the front of those jeans. When I looked up, his molasses-dark eyes were locked on mine. He stopped a foot in front of me and stared.

  Fair enough, since he’d just caught me checking him out like a horny perv.

  I cleared my throat, which was suddenly tight. “Pie?” I fumbled with the tin, lifting it between us, blocking his view of my bra. “They’re cherry.”

  He glanced in the tin, where two dozen hand-crafted miniature pies were neatly arranged, my signature cherry filling peeking out through the crisscrossed pastry tops. Then his gaze lifted to mine again. He had the longest, darkest eyelashes I’d ever seen on a man. High cheekbones. Luscious, kissable lips. Strong jaw shadowed with dark stubble, like he hadn’t shaved in days. And those beautiful dark eyes, smoldering at me and making me blush, big time.

  “Maybe another time,” he said, the deep, sexy rumble of his voice stirring parts of my anatomy that hadn’t been stirred in a crazy long time. I noticed something tick against his teeth as he gave me a faint yet heart-stopping smile. A piercing?

  No. Candy.

  Cinnamon. His breath smelled like cinnamon.

  I glanced over at Devi. She and the others were standing in the doorway, staring at us.

  Max, ever the opportunist, snuffled into the hand of the hottest guy in the world as I stood there, dazed. I noticed the big, silver rings on his fingers as he stroked Max’s velvety ears, and the tattoo on his wrist, a pair of dark wings wrapped around his strong forearm.

  “Come on, Max.” I pulled Max back so he could get by. “Sorry. He, um, likes you.” Normally Max preferred the ladies, but I could hardly fault his taste.

  The hottest guy on the planet said nothing. He didn’t really get a chance before the ever-charming Devi intervened and herded all three of them out the door.

  I set my tin of mini pies on Devi’s desk, f
eeling kind of windblown, like I’d just stepped in out of a storm rather than a light Vancouver mist. Really, a girl should be warned before a guy that hot gave her the most thorough eye-fucking of her life.

  Did I really offer him pie?

  Cherry pie?

  Ugh. So fucking smooth.

  I tidied Max into an obedient ball on the rug beneath the desk and willed him to stay put as Devi returned, shutting the door behind herself.

  “I know,” she gushed. “So fucking hot, right?”

  Um, yeah. But I knew better than to answer that honestly. The last time I casually inquired about a hot guy I glimpsed at my best friend’s office, she took it upon herself to hook the two of us up on a blind date. And when a hot male model gets set up with someone he assumes will be some equally hot female model, but turns out to be just some regular girl, things do not go well. For the regular girl.

  Luckily, Devi didn’t even wait for my response. “Jesus, Katie.” She strode over, a takeout coffee cup in each hand. “What the hell?”

  “I know. Max just bolted for your office—”

  “Not that.” She gave me a no-contact air hug, then glanced down at my chest. “You look like a sexy drowned rat. Heard of an umbrella?”

  “My hands were full.”

  Devi scowled. “Do not tell me you rode your skateboard in the rain. I hate it when you do that.”