Dirty Shame (Bluefield Bad Boys #1)

by Tess Oliver

  As my mouth devoured her, I brought my free hand up and slapped her once on the ass. She gasped but she didn’t shy away. She jutted her ass out farther, asking for more. I delivered another spank, and she sucked in a breath.

  “Kellan, I can hardly hold myself up,” she said breathlessly.

  My tongue dove deeper as my free hand smoothed over the pink color I’d just left on her ass cheek. I slid my thumb along the crack. She tightened and resisted as I slid my thumb into her ass. In seconds, I had her nearly melting against me wanting to take in more of my thumb.

  She rocked against my mouth and my hand. All of it, invading every part of her, was making me so fucking hard I was going to explode. I could feel the heat surging in her pussy, and her legs trembled as she reached the edge of climax. She came against my mouth in long shuddering waves.

  “Oh, Kellan.” Her soft cry circled the room and wound its way around my already rock hard cock.

  I stood behind her and wrapped my arm around her, holding her up as I released her hands. She collapsed against me, whimpering softly as I lifted her into my arms. I carried her to the side of the bed.

  “Baby, I want you on your hands and knees.” It was meant to be a question, but it came out as a command.

  She responded by lowering her feet to the floor. She turned around and climbed onto her bed. On her hands and knees, she moved to the center and then smiled at me over her shoulder. “Will this do?” she asked.

  I unfastened my fly. “More than you fucking know, baby.” I kicked off my shoes and shoved down my pants. Looking at her sweet pussy, still pink and slick from my mouth, made an involuntary groan roll up from my chest. I climbed on the bed behind her. “Fuck, baby, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make this last long.” I took hold of her hips and jammed my cock inside of her.

  A half cry shot from her lips. Then she moved against me, wanting me to fuck her hard.

  My muscles clenched. I had to hold back. She was too sweet. She was too fuckable. And everything about her heightened my senses. “I want this to last all damn day, Lanie. I want to stay right here.”

  Her round ass pushed up toward me, silently asking me for more. My hands gripped her ass, and my right hand smoothed over her. Again, I pushed my thumb inside the tight hole. She moaned softly, assuring me that was what she’d wanted. I rocked against her, slowing and lengthening my thrusts, my cock sweeping against every sweet tender spot in her pussy.

  Her fingers clutched the quilt, and tiny sounds burst from her lips as I slammed against her over and over. She returned the pleasure by bracing herself against me.

  The massive antique bed creaked beneath us as we brought each other to climax.

  My body went rigid as my cock spilled hot seed.

  Rylan’s arms collapsed. She sighed softly against the quilt. “God, Kellan, that was something.”

  I pulled her into my arms and dropped down onto the mattress.

  She turned around in my arms and kissed my chest. “I’m going to need the rest of the day just to recuperate.”

  “What time are your parents coming back?” I raked my hair back with my fingers. “Shit, why does asking that make me feel like a damn teenager again?”

  “It does me too. I think we’ve got a few hours still.”

  I wrapped my arms tighter around her. “Then you don’t have all day to recuperate. Maybe twenty minutes tops because I plan to start all over.”

  Chapter 25

  Rylan

  I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel. My head was still spinning from the hours in bed with Kellan. It had been hard to see him go, but we’d made plans to see each other later. I knew my parents would be returning at any time, and I just didn’t need any conflict.

  I planned to find a job and apartment nearby, hopefully in the city. I’d be out from under my dad’s roof and his disapproving scowl whenever the subject of Kellan came up. I’d hoped that the man’s old, stodgy attitude would have mellowed through the years. But that just hadn’t happened. I loved my parents, but it seemed my own happiness was going to depend on me disappointing them. They were going to have to deal with that on their own.

  For Kellan and me, it was like falling head over heels for each other all over again. There had been a slight hitch in our reunion on the night of the fight, but we’d worked through it. I felt secure about us. And while I wasn’t always a good judge of character, as Chase had proved, I was certain about Kellan. I knew deep down that he would never hurt me.

  I finished drying off and stepped into my room to change. There was a knock on the door. Mom popped her head in without waiting for a response. Typical for her. “Rylan, hurry and get dressed. We have a visitor.” Her cheeks were dark pink, which meant she’d been sipping wine.

  “Who is it?”

  “You’ll see. Just put on something nice.”

  “I won’t be staying long. I’ve got plans.”

  Her face drooped, revealing the lines that were usually hidden by her Botox injections. “Don’t be silly, Rylan. We’re all going to dinner, so wear something pretty.”

  “I won’t be going. And if you don’t let me get dressed, I’ll be coming down to meet your guest in my towel.” I shooed her out before she could launch into a full blown argument.

  I walked over to my dresser and glanced at my phone as I dug out clean jeans. I had a text from Kellan. “Lanie, I need a couple hours to do something. I’ll text you when I’m done.”

  I stared at the text. Something. What the heck could it be that he couldn’t be more specific? I wrote back ‘O.K.’ and put the phone down on my dresser. With no mode of transportation other than a bicycle, I was stuck at home having to visit with my parents and their mystery guest. I had no doubt it was one of dad’s business acquaintances, and chances were, the person had a rich, eligible son in his twenties.

  Acting the stubborn daughter, I pulled on my faded jeans and an even more worn out sweatshirt. I wanted to make sure my parents realized I wouldn’t be going to dinner, and I definitely wouldn’t be used like a piece of livestock paraded in front of all the wealthy farmers.

  I quickly sent a text to Becky to see if she had time for a quick cup of coffee. Our friendship had taken a small hit because of the fight outside the bar. Scott had been plenty pissed about it and with good reason. He didn’t want to draw unwanted police attention to a place that was obviously doing some sketchy activities in its back rooms. I was hoping Becky had cooled off some.

  I dragged a brush angrily through my hair, still wondering what my parents were up to and, even more, what Kellan was up to. It seemed my lovely morning had gone south fast.

  A text came through. I hoped it was Kellan telling me he was ready to pick me up after all. But it was Becky. “Coffee sounds good. I’ll pick you up in fifteen.”

  “Great.”

  The size of the house made it difficult to hear conversations in different rooms, but my mom’s laugh, a sound that was always slightly irritating, floated up from the sitting room. I headed down the stairs. I would put in a quick appearance and then head out to wait for Becky.

  I could see my mom standing with a glass of wine smiling at someone as I reached the doorway to the sitting room. Mom’s face shot my direction. Her smile tightened with what seemed like a touch of nerves. “Sweetheart,” she said through the same plaster hard smile, “look who’s here.”

  I stepped into the room. “Chase.” Just saying his name caused a bitter taste to rise in my throat.

  I shot a look of pure disbelief at my parents.

  Chase placed his drink on the coffee table and stood up. He was wearing a crisp designer suit and his skin sparkled as if he’d been to a spa. I realized, then, how unattractive his freshly scrubbed skin and expensive suit were to me. He was a man who loathed sweat and dirt. How the hell did I ev
er fall for him in the first place? Guess the easy answer to that was that I never had fallen for him. He was just a warm body to fill up what I thought I needed for a full life. And seeing him now only sealed that notion.

  Chase walked over to me as if he would hug me. I put up my hand to assure him that wasn’t going to happen. “That’s close enough, Chase. I’m not sure why you’re here.”

  “We invited him, Rylan,” Dad said.

  I shook my head. “Dad, how could you? I thought you were on my side.”

  Dad got up. “Let me get you a glass of wine, Ry. Then we’ll all sit down and talk this through.”

  “No. I don’t want any fucking wine.”

  “Rylan, your language.” Mom added a hand to her chest for extra effect.

  “I’ve got to use the right words just to show you how goddamned pissed I am that you did this.”

  “Ry, let’s go somewhere quiet so we can talk about this.” Chase reached for my hand, but I yanked it away.

  “Oh my gosh, you are thick. Oh, and I’m not talking about, you know.” I pointed down to his fly. “You’re thick in the head if you think there is anything to discuss. You were fucking your assistant in your office in the middle of the work day. That’s what happened. There is not a damn thing you can say to fix it or erase it.”

  Chase yanked down on the bottom of his coat to straighten it. “Fine. I told them you’d be unreasonable. You’re a spoiled little girl, and frankly, I need someone much more worldly.”

  “Good. Bye bye. Have a lousy flight back. I’d show you to the door, but that would be more time than I want to spend with you.”

  Chase strode past me shooting me an ugly sneer as he whisked by. Dad followed him.

  “Rylan,” Mom said pleadingly, “you should at least talk to him.”

  I stared at her for a long enough moment to make her fidget in her designer dress. “I’m finding this all a little surreal. I’m going out for coffee with Becky, and later, I’m meeting Kellan.”

  Dad had walked in just as I said Kellan. “Rylan, we raised you to make better decisions. Let’s concentrate on finding you a good job somewhere. I hear California is a great place for jobs.”

  I looked at my dad. Physically, he looked older, but he hadn’t changed at all in seven years. Even with the added wrinkles and white hair, he was still a formidable looking man, a man who was used to being in charge and giving orders. Only I was no longer a little girl ready to follow those orders.

  “So you’d rather send me off to the other side of the world just to keep me from dating Kellan. You obviously care more about holding your rank in society than my happiness.” I yanked the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head. “I’ll see you both later.” Tears ached at the back of my eyes as I stomped out of the room and out the front door.

  The red tail lights of the rental car were the last I saw of Chase, and I was relieved. I was still reeling with the reality that my parents had stooped to this underhanded scheme to make sure my future was to their liking. Dad had been supportive before, siding with me on my decision to break off the engagement. But it seemed his abject disapproval of me seeing Kellan again had forced him to the dark side. My mom’s side. Apparently, a no-good, cheating husband who made good money and wore expensive suits was still a better catch than an honest, hard working guy who loved me and made me happy.

  I fought back the potential deluge of tears and wrapped my arms tightly around myself to keep off the chill and to keep me from falling apart.

  I kept checking my phone wishing to hell that Kellan would text. I needed him badly.

  Worried that one of my warped parents would decide to follow me out and continue their meaningless lecture, I decided to walk to the end of the street. Becky’s car came around the corner.

  I hopped in.

  She stared at me. “You look upset.”

  “I’m pretty sure my mom and dad just reached a true low point in their parenting career. They invited Chase to the house.”

  Becky pulled away from the curb. “Chase? Holy shit. You need more than just a coffee, sweetie. You’re going to need a double shot of espresso.”

  “Damn right. In fact, I might even say yes to whipped cream with sprinkles. And I’m going to blame the sugar rush on my meddling parents.”

  Chapter 26

  Kellan

  I climbed off my bike and walked up to Sasha’s door. She was the only person in town who might know where Lilly had been living since she’d left Bluefield. Lilly’s cryptic message was hard to understand because she’d been crying so hard, but she was in trouble. Jigsaw had obviously decided to take his frustrations and Thursday night’s humiliation out on his girlfriend. And I knew that Lilly had no one else to turn to. I wasn’t thrilled about riding into Browning alone, but Dawson and Tommy had gone rock climbing.

  I stepped over an orange tabby cat who was moonlighting as a welcome mat. The cat barely opened its eyes to the black motorcycle boot arching over its head. I knocked. No one answered at first. I turned to leave just as I heard rustling and footsteps on a hardwood floor.

  Sasha’s hair was a mess as if she’d just gotten out of bed. She smiled. “Hey, gorgeous, what are you doing on my front stoop?”

  “Hey, Sasha, sorry to bother you. Do you happen to know where Lilly lives or where she might be staying?”

  She raised a brow at me. “Thought you and her man were just beating the crap out of each other last week. She must be some lay.”

  “Not looking for any fight or lay. I think she might be in trouble. Thought you might be able to point me in the right direction. I’ve tried calling her, but she doesn’t answer.”

  Her judgmental expression softened to concern. “I’ve been telling her she needs to cut loose from that asshole. I think they were living in a room in the back of the garage where Jigsaw works as a mechanic. Poor kid. She thought she was getting out of this town and moving on to something better.”

  “That helps a lot, Sasha. Thanks.” I stepped back over the cat.

  “You be careful over there, Kellan. I’m sure those Grunge Devils you fought the other night are not going to welcome you with open arms.”

  I stopped and held out my hands. “But I’m such a likable guy.”

  She laughed. “That you are. And, thank you, for helping Lilly.”

  I nodded and pulled my sunglasses back down to my face. My phone rang as I threw my leg over my bike. I had every intention of explaining this to Rylan once I got back to town. In the meantime, I didn’t want to worry her. The call was from Lilly.

  “Lilly, where are you? I’m just leaving town.”

  Lilly’s sobs came through the phone.

  “Lil? Are you hurt?”

  The question made her cry harder. “I’m behind Luke’s Garage. Jigsaw isn’t home right now. Hurry, Kellan. Please.”

  I put away the phone and patted the switchblade I’d shoved under my coat. A casual thought that Lilly was being used to set me up circled my mind once or twice. But if she was, then she was one hell of an actress. And I couldn’t take a chance. Too much of this was my fault.

  I sped off toward Browning.

  Chapter 27

  Kellan

  It was a Saturday afternoon, but the center of town was quiet. The hardware store was having a sale. There were a few cars in front of it along with two girls selling hot dogs from a cart. Otherwise, the brisk chill that had floated in after late morning seemed to have sent most of the citizens back to the warmth of their homes. Browning was a lot like the south side of Bluefield. Small, poorly kept houses and front yards that were more weeds and broken down cars than grass and trees.

  A giant wrench-shaped sign with faded blue lettering that read Luke’s stuck up over the roof of the grocery store. Just two blocks down from the sign, a row of shiny
black and chrome motorcycles were lined up in front of a dark building with tinted windows. The bar the Grunge Devils hung out at was like a toilet with beer spigots. Dawson and I had gone in once on a dare. We’d ended up leaving our beers mostly untouched after it was suggested by the other patrons. At least eight of them had surrounded the barstools we’d sat down on. It didn’t take us too long to figure we were outnumbered and on enemy ground.

  I was just glad to see that they spent their afternoons in the bar instead of out and around town. I put my motorcycle in neutral and rolled into the parking lot in front of the mechanic’s garage. They were closed up for the day. I didn’t see Jigsaw’s bike, or, for that matter, his ugly face, which was no doubt even uglier after my fist festival Thursday night.

  There was a warped metal door with a window that had been covered with foil at the back of the building. It was the only entrance in the back. I looked around, once again, wondering if this was all a set up. I trusted Lilly as a friend, but her boyfriend had plenty of control over her. She could very well have been threatened into calling for help.

  I pressed my hand over the knife in my coat. If I was about to be jumped, I at least wanted to go out drawing some blood.

  I knocked on the metal door. I stepped back just in case the door swung open and Jigsaw and his cronies came flying out of it. Instead, shaky white fingers with blue nail polish lifted a corner of the foil curtain.

  “Kellan, is that you?” Lilly’s voice was shaky and weak.

  “Yeah, it’s me. Open up, Lil.”

  A lock clicked and she opened the door.

  “Christ, Lilly, did Jigsaw do this?” I lightly touched the black bruise that circled her eye and stretched over her cheekbone. Her bottom lip hung swollen, limp and bloody. And with the way she was moving, slowly, as if everything hurt, I was sure there were more injuries beneath her clothes. She pressed her arm against her stomach, and her shoulders shook with sobs.