Drop Dead Dirty

by West, Jade

  Stretched.

  She was stretched fucking wide, and she loved it. She cried out with how much she loved it.

  And then she came.

  Hard and loud.

  She came with everything, chest heaving ragged, breaths gulping, and I grabbed it from her, every little scrap of want.

  Until I was too far on the edge myself to hold back.

  I pulled free and climbed up over her, and she read me perfectly, opening that mouth nice and wide all over again as I spurted the first stream across her face.

  I filled her mouth, loving how she gargled and bubbled with it collecting at the back. I let out some frantic grunts of my own as my senses burned wild, and I was done. Combusted and fucking over, lost to fucking everything.

  Ten years of want combusted right inside me.

  Ten years of want pounding in my chest and my heart to match the pulse in my balls.

  She swallowed like every bit the good girl I wanted her to be, humming with how much the taste was what she wanted before smacking her lips. Her eyes were alive. Wild and alive and gloriously filthy.

  And mine.

  Her eyes were bursting with being mine.

  I couldn’t stop myself collapsing next to her and pulling her in close to my side.

  My arms swallowed her up and held her tight, skin to skin and breath to breath as her arms swallowed me right back.

  And there we stayed. Collecting our senses in the lamplight, pressed together on that gorgeous four poster in that gorgeous room.

  Her giggle came first. I met it with a smile.

  “I’ll be feeling that pounding in the morning,” she laughed. “Probably next week too.”

  “At least I’ll be burned into your memory,” I told her, and laughed too. “I’ll need some way of instilling me into you week by week while we’re still commuting at distance.”

  She shifted, her eyes hitting hard on mine.

  “We’re really doing this, then?” she asked. “This is really round two for us? The real deal all over again?”

  I smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “This is really round two for us. The real deal all over again.” I smirked. “At least I hope so.”

  Her smile stoked my heart. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

  “Believe it,” I said. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

  Her fingers reached up and brushed my cheek. “And a lot to work out in the future,” she said. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

  I did.

  I had every idea where to begin. A whole world of dreams there for the exploring, but then wasn’t the time.

  Her lips were hungry for mine when I kissed her. Her body was hungry for mine when I shifted us under the bedcovers and pulled her back close.

  “Rest now,” I told her. “We’ll begin soon enough.”

  Her nod was gorgeous, her hair a tickle against my shoulder as she snuggled in tight.

  “Goodnight, Oliver,” she said, and I heard the smile in her voice as I reached for the lamp.

  “Goodnight, Maisie,” I said, and hoped it would be the first of a lifetime.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Maisie

  It was an amazing way to fall asleep. One I’d been craving for years without even realising just how much.

  My body fit perfectly against his, my face resting just right against his shoulder.

  I felt stretched wide, used up and fucked raw, but my heart was singing as I drifted off by his side. One thing was for sure – I really could still be a dirty girl underneath the supermarket checkout Maisie I’d learned to become.

  The streetlights were glowing through the windows when I stirred back to my senses, the high street clear outside through open curtains. It must have been the very early hours, the sky still dark as I came to and found myself parched.

  I pulled away from the gorgeous bulk of Oliver as gently as I could, trying my best not to wake him. It worked. Slowly, I eased myself out from under the covers, naked and feeling as tender as all hell, but still I could feel my face glowing, grinning wide as I padded my way across to the main windows.

  There it was. Much Arlock. My home.

  A vision I’d never seen of it, not from up here at the height of posh hotel life.

  It was a weird hybrid, right there and then, appreciating a different view of my sweet little world with a whole new shot at something incredible sound asleep behind me.

  The flutter of excitement was deep in my belly, knowing that this was it, my true second chance with a guy who’d been so much to me. Yet, that wasn’t it. Not entirely.

  It wasn’t just excitement humming there. There was a whole load more besides that.

  I couldn’t stop my mind churning, even so soon. I wanted so much. So damn much.

  I wanted all the emotional devotion that a life with Ollie at my side could promise. I wanted to give him my everything and be his true partner, so much more than he’d ever known from anyone, but the nerves were already swimming too, practicalities bubbling.

  Because what if Amy and Kate were right? What if the obvious destination for this next chunk of my road was down in big city London on Oliver Kent’s arm?

  What if the next stage of my journey was a huge relocation for Freddie, too? Was it truly viable to jump to a whole new setup with his world already so comfortable and steady?

  What about his school? His friends? Family?

  What if, what if, what if…

  More what-ifs than I had a hope of hell of knowing what to do with.

  Yet again, they weren’t for now. Now was all about the enjoyment of being right there with the man who’d stolen my heart for the second time around. I shook my head to push it all aside, still holding onto the grin that came from such closeness.

  I wasn’t expecting him to be awake when I turned to head to the bathroom for a glass of water, but he was. He was propped up in bed, staring at my frame against the window as I turned to make my move, and it made me start, laughing a little as my eyes focused on him in the shadows.

  “I could stare at you for a lifetime,” he said.

  “And what about beautiful Much Arlock along with me?” I asked, and gestured to the backdrop.

  I watched his head shake. “I don’t find Much Arlock nearly so riveting,” he said. “There are plenty other backdrops I’m going to be desperate to see you against soon enough.”

  And there it was, between us. The brewing burn of questions.

  “I only got up to grab a drink from the bathroom,” I said, but he shook his head and got the lamp.

  I still struggled to digest the glorious frame of him as he threw the covers back and got to his feet, towering tall on his way to the minibar by the TV unit.

  “You’re not going to be slurping from the tap on my watch,” he said, then pulled out a bottled water.

  I couldn’t take my eyes from him as he and poured it out into a glass for me, then added one for himself. He clinked us another cheers before drinking.

  “Feel free to help yourself. There’s a bottle of champagne in there,” he told me. “Whatever you want, whatever suits. I’d love to lick it from your skin.”

  But that wasn’t where my head was at, no matter how amazing his mouth would feel as it lapped up the fizz.

  My head was in the future, and in the danger of nights like this. In how caught up in his brilliance I was feeling already, swimming in everything I’d ever wanted, everything I’d ever dreamed, every little thing I wanted to share with him.

  All in all, I was scared.

  Vulnerable.

  Open wide and scared of suffering the heartbreak all over again, of losing him if we weren’t able to find a solid road ahead between us.

  Again, so many damn questions rippling deep, and he must have caught sight of me churning them.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I’m just thinking about you,” I admitted. “About how deep I’m getting already, so early on.”
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br />   “You and me both,” he said. “But that’s a good thing, yes? How our pieces are fitting so neatly back together.”

  “Very much a good thing.” I took a swig of my water. “It’s just a very intense horizon on a world that’s been so steady here for so, so long.”

  He tipped his head. “I’m excited about that horizon. I really do hope you are too.”

  I nodded and meant it.

  I really was excited by that horizon. I was excited by any world with him alongside me in it.

  “Come here, beautiful,” he said. “I can feel your brain ticking wild in that pretty head of yours, just like it always did.”

  He pulled me into his arms and I sighed, my smile to his chest as I soaked him in. His fingers found my hair and smoothed it down, just as he used to do when we were kids, and he smelt like him. The same essence of him. His flesh, his skin.

  “Don’t you get worrying,” he whispered. “This is the start of a whole new road, I’m going to make sure it’s a good one.”

  I knew it would be a good one. There was no way a road ahead with a man like him could be a bad one.

  I guess it raised itself up without any warning, the urge to spill the words. They came up in a flash, slipping right out of my mouth before I was even aware of them.

  “I love you,” I said, and it sounded so simple. So obvious.

  How my heart soared with relief when he said them right back.

  “I love you too, Maisie Moore. I always have.”

  My arms squeezed him tight and his squeezed right back, and those nerves were lost under the bliss of feeling that security. That closeness. One body so tight with another.

  It was everything I wanted it to be.

  We stood in silence for long minutes, staring out at the town. The very beginnings of dawn were promising themselves over the rooftops as we pulled apart enough that I could head to the bathroom.

  That’s when a whole fresh round of familiarity came into play.

  I didn’t close the door as I stepped on in and turned the light on. Strangely, I didn’t feel even a hint of self-consciousness as I dropped onto the toilet and let myself pee.

  I didn’t think Robbie had seen me pee once like this, not even around when Fred was born, but Ollie stepped up so naturally, the smirk hot on his face as he propped himself in the doorway.

  “Delicious, as always,” he said. “I never want to let you out of my sight.”

  My smile was soft and gooey right back at him considering I was busy wiping. “Great sentiment, but you might not feel like that if I was taking a number two.”

  His laugh was enough to set my heart on fire. “Believe me, Maisie, I am more than keen on intimate views of your tight little asshole. Trust me, you’ll find that out for yourself soon enough.”

  And there it was again. That filth. That utterly addictive filth that spewed so perfectly from his mind and mouth.

  I got to my feet and flushed, feeling his eyes all over me as I washed my hands with posh foamy soap in the sink. Posh. It was all so posh. And so was he.

  I flicked off the bathroom light on my way back out.

  “So, how much more time do I get with you in the morning?” he asked and gestured me back into bed. “I’m planning on making the most of it.”

  “Freddie gets home after lunch,” I said. “Rob generally heads out with the guys for an afternoon drink down at the rugby club, and Marian brings Fred back to mine.”

  I ran my fingers down his chest as I settled down next to him, and I couldn’t hold it back, the knowledge that I had a whole world in Freddie that Ollie had never known. Never even really caught sight of.

  The sooner that could begin to take a different turn, the better.

  “You could be a new friend for him to meet,” I said. “Tomorrow afternoon for a while, I mean. Freddie’s met a lot of people, and he knows a lot of my friends. He’s very confident.”

  “I’d love to be one of your friends for a while tomorrow afternoon,” he replied, and I heard the smile. “I’d love to meet the little guy.”

  The nerves danced to a fresh new tune at the thought, but so did the excitement.

  It would be light. Nothing heavy. Nothing like the complexity of a little boy getting to know a new partner. No. This would be great. Just Ollie meeting Fred, two guys getting to know each other in the first tiny steps out of many.

  “I hope you find him even a touch as amazing as I do,” I said. “He’s my everything.”

  His fingers stroked up my arm, giving me tickles. “I’m sure I’ll find him a whole world of amazing, just like I find you.”

  And that’s when he carried on the flow.

  “I just hope you both find the world I want to show you amazing too.” He tipped my face up to his so I could see the seriousness in his eyes. “Listen, I know it’s early. Crazily early. I know this isn’t something I should even be thinking about, not this soon, not with so many years of separation between us, but I mean it, Maisie, I really mean it. I know I’m as serious as it ever gets.”

  I sucked in a breath. “What are you saying?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

  He rolled to face me, properly, eyes bursting with life.

  “I want you to come to London,” he told me. “Soon. Just you at first, just to see, but believe me, sweetheart, I’ve got a whole ocean of potential to show you. I want you right there alongside me. For good. You and Freddie and a whole new future.”

  “A visit though, right?” I said. “Just a visit at first?”

  He nodded. “Just a visit. For now. But soon. Please, let’s make it soon. I’ve got so fucking much to show you.”

  I paused just long enough for my heart to stop thumping in my brain.

  “I’d love to visit. I’d love to see your London world,” I said, and let the excitement bloom bright before the nerves got another look in.

  Believe me, I knew they’d be following soon enough.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Oliver

  This was just what I wanted, the pieces falling into place, so clear.

  I felt like myself again. My true self again – driven by clear goals and direction.

  My goal; a family life alongside my business one. My direction; to share my achievements and successes with Maisie and her young boy, who could enjoy them along with me.

  The additional bonus? If my wishes were to fully come true?

  To create some new little people to join us too.

  I couldn’t deny it, not for a minute longer. The calling was already there, deep inside. The urge to fill her up with a whole new little soul was running rife right through me. But steady. I had to be so steady on pushing my wishes forward.

  My intensity had generally known few limits in life. I’d been told over and over again that my brooding determination could be a hell of a lot to handle, so I made sure to hold back over breakfast, keeping my smile light and conversation light to match as Maisie enjoyed her full English. Saying I love you and mentioning a London future so soon in our new setup together was surely more than enough for her to handle for now.

  She seemed to be coping ok with it though, her eyes finding out mine continually across the table and twinkling bright while she tucked into food.

  “Enjoying?” I asked and she nodded.

  “I’m enjoying everything this weekend,” she said. “Breakfast is a bonus on top of bonuses.”

  She wasn’t wrong there.

  I’d have consumed that body of hers again before the morning was over if she wasn’t clearly so tender from the night before. My balls were tightening already at the thought of exploring that body of hers all over again and seeing the impact I’d had with my games.

  But no. Not yet.

  She wasn’t a teenager with an ocean of time to spare across the weekend, not like she’d been in round one. She was a mum with a house to run and a boy that needed her attention, as well as a job beckoning for a fresh coming week.

  Just as well that wouldn’t be
the case for all that longer. Not if I had things my way.

  “We stare at each other solidly,” she said and laughed with a grin. “Have you noticed that? We don’t look away.”

  I had indeed noticed that. I was well aware how I couldn’t take my eyes from her.

  All the way through breakfast I’d been staring across that table. It was another beautiful vision for the memory bank – how she looked so obviously like she’d stayed over the night before. Her dress was clearly an evening one, her makeup clear but lingering around her eyes just a touch, and her hair smoothed back but tousled.

  She slowed down as we made our way back through the lounge, pausing with the main doors in view.

  “I should get back,” she said. “Freddie will be back in a few hours, and I need to get washed up and the house sorted ready for your visit.” She paused. “You’re coming over, right? To meet him?”

  My nod was strong. “I can’t wait to meet the little guy.”

  I wanted very much to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back upstairs to my room for a double shower along with me, but I could see the conventional Sunday daytime pull of her regular life calling. A regular life I wasn’t yet fully part of.

  “I can walk you back,” I offered, but she shook her head.

  “No need,” she countered. “It’s ten minutes tops, and the gossips will be out at full force. We can do without it.”

  So much of me wanted the gossips to be at full force. I wanted the entire local populous to be aware that Maisie Moore belonged with me now, especially that idiot ex-boyfriend of hers, but stupid bravado like that has no place rearing its head in this life. We were a long way from being the teenagers we used to be.

  “Text when it’s good for me to head over and I’ll be right there,” I said, and pulled her in for a kiss.

  Her kiss was warm, but guarded, her giggle soft as some of the other guests passed on by.