Dirty (3 page)

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“
D
amn
, those bitches were thirsty tonight.” Rhett slams down his wad of bills on the bench next to him.

“That was fucking insane,” Oliver adds.

“It was a good night. That’s for sure.” Randall slings his duffle bag over his shoulder and heads for the door. “I’m out boys. See you all tomorrow night.”

My pile of bills is just as thick as Rhett’s; the only difference is, mine have two zeros after the ones. Rhett’s a fucking showboat and does this job for fun, not out of necessity like me.

“You guys do this every night after working?” Oliver asks.

“No.” I stand, zipping my fly and tossing my hoodie over my head. “Just Friday and Saturday nights and summer is always hopping.”

“Yep, rich bitches everywhere during the summer. Snotty little assholes.” Rhett’s voice is bathed in disgust.

“Can’t hate them that much, man.” I pat Rhett’s shoulder. “It’s our job security. We build their fancy houses and take their Benjamins at night.”

“Want to go grab a beer over at Joe’s?” Rhett asks, knowing damn well what my answer will be.

“Nah, got shit to do.”

“At midnight?” Oliver asks.

“Yep.” I let the door slam behind me and walk out into the cool night air, willing to give anything to just go home and get a decent night’s sleep, but instead, I check my phone to get the address of my next job.

The address is up in the Woodland Heights residential area. It will be a good paying job. I pound a Red Bull on the way there, hoping like fuck it at least gives my cock wings to entertain this lady tonight. The address leads me to a three-story mansion with massive windows facing the ocean.

Once I kill my truck, the door to the house immediately opens and out steps a motherfucking bombshell brunette. My cock stands to attention as I stare her down. I have to have the wrong address, no way in hell she wants me.

“Zane?” her soft voice floats through the air.

It takes me a few moments to gather my thoughts and form words. I quickly roll up the window to my truck; the age and rust on the truck reminds me of how out of place I am right now.

“Yeah, that’s me.” I slam the truck door and take a step toward her.

She tucks her head, letting her long dark curls cascade over her shoulders. “I’ve never done this before.”

Her voice is barely audible and shakes with nerves. Her innocent nature lights up a fire within me. I close the gap between us in three long strides.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Tara.”

I weave my hand through her hair, cup her jaw, and pull her face up to look at me. I’m forced to readjust my cock with the other hand to relieve a bit of pressure. She holds up a handful of cash to me. And as much I want this to be just a one-night stand and nothing to do with work, I take the money and stuff it deep in my pockets.

“My husband just left me for his secretary. I’m lonely and need…”

My lips crash onto hers before she has the chance to finish. I typically avoid kissing unless it’s requested, but her plump and perfectly lined lips are irresistible. I waste no time before I sweep my tongue along the front of her teeth. Her taste is pure and sweet and is driving me fucking crazy.

The palms of my hands cup both of her perfect ass cheeks and squeeze. Tara is such a breath of fresh air compared to my normal clients. Her hardened nipples press through her thin satin top. She kisses back as hard as I give. I hoist her up until she’s settled around my waist.

“I need to fuck you now,” I growl into her mouth.

“House, now,” she pants out between our heated kisses.

I step in the open door and use my foot to kick it shut and spot a couch once I walk in. Our clothes fly until our skin melts together in a sweaty heated passion. The back of my calves hit the couch and I collapse down onto it, pulling Tara on me until she’s straddling me. Her clit and opening rub up on my cock, causing me to shudder with her touch.

“Zane, I’ve been with one other man. He was my first and only.”

“Fuck,” I hiss between clenched teeth.

Tara’s petite little hand wraps tight around my dick and she begins stroking it from base to tip. I’m definitely regretting not letting that blonde bitch suck me off, so I could last longer right now.

I lean up and catch one of her nipples and let my teeth sink down into her flesh while kneading the rounded bud with my fingers. Her tits are fucking perfect, not the fake ones I’m used to. I lose all sense of control with her and pull up to massage both of her tits while licking and lapping at them.

My cock bobs and throbs between us and I know that I have to slow down, but can’t muster a thread of self-control. She begins to move her hips on the top of my thighs and power evaporates.

“Condom.” I bite down hard on one of her nipples. “In my pocket. Get it now.”

My teeth remain around her sensitive bud as she leans backwards, snagging my jeans with one of her hands. My cock glides the length of her flushed folds, rolling, and soaking up her juices. It would be so easy to plunge into her with no rubber.

Before Tara has the chance to sit up, I pull the condom from her, using my teeth to rip it open and then sheathing my hungry cock in one stroke. My fingertips dig into the side of her hips, lift her up, and push her down on me until she settles against the base.

I’m greedy and begin to pump inside of her as I guide her hips up and down to meet each one of my thrusts. In the hurricane of my want and need for this beauty, I abandoned all thoughts or care for her. But it seems she doesn’t give a shit with her head tilted back and her perfect tits bouncing with each of her movements.

Her moans and screams aren’t fake or manufactured. Each ripple of her pleasure streams through her voice. I can’t help but dip my thumb down to swirl her clit. The pad of my thumb is soaked in her juices.

“Zane. Oh God, Zane.”

Her tight walls clench my cock, milking out her orgasm. Tara collapses a bit on my chest.

“I want to take you from the back.”

Tara’s long brown curls swirl on my chest with the nod of her head. I flip her from my lap and she’s belly down on the couch.

“Scoot that ass up. Fuck, I love a big juicy ass.”

I slap her ass her hard, leaving a stinging sensation on my palm and a red handprint on her ass. Grabbing the base of my cock, I sink slowly into her until I’m balls deep.

“Fuck me, Zane.”

Her final plea ignites a wild desire in me and nothing could stop me from fucking her brains out. I drive hard into her over and over, working towards my release, not concerned if she goes or not.

Taking her money is completely wrong and if I let myself think about it too long…I feel dirty.

“
I
know
.” I plant my elbows into the top of my thighs. “He’s a stubborn old man and is refusing treatment.”

“Dialysis will do no good if he doesn’t complete the next round of chemo.”

“He’s heard it over and over and in the end it’s his choice.”

The words slice my tongue as I speak each one. Grandpa is still hell bent on refusing any more treatment. I get it, I really do, but it’s a hard pill to swallow. The last round of chemo nearly destroyed him.

“I’ll have him sign off on paperwork then and get hospice lined up. He may have three good weeks left in him or at most three months.”

“Thank you.” I stand and nod to the doctor and wonder why in the hell I’m thanking him.

“Zane, the billing office needs you to stop by before you leave.”

“Of course they do,” I say, slamming the office door.

They want their fucking money. It’s not enough that I get to watch my only family die, but they also want to take everything from us.

“Old man.” I smile at my grandpa, who’s resting on a bench.

“I’m not your old man. I could still whoop your ass, boy.” He waves his cane in the air with all the strength he has.

“I’d like to see that shit.” I stare down at my black Cons and go over the news the doctor just shared with me.

“Grandpa, I really think you need to give it one more…”

“Enough of this shit, Zane.” He stands to his feet, batting away a nurse who tries to help him stand. “No longer am I going to sit by and watch you suffer, work your hands to the bone, and worry about my old ass. I thought the day your parents were locked away would be the hardest on me, but it’s far from it. I’m tired, sick, and old, son. We’ll get through this.”

I can’t bring myself to agree with him because everything inside of me disagrees with him. I run my hands through my long shaggy hair and bite my tongue.

“You go on. The nurse can take me home.”

I wrap him up in a huge hug and squeeze him gently. It wasn’t too long ago that he could envelope me in a hug, overpowering me. But now I’m afraid I’ll break the man.

“I love you, Grandpa, I can’t lose you.” I squeeze my eyes shut tight and hang onto him for a few extra seconds.

“I’ll always be here, Zane, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Ditto.” I step back, fighting to keep my tears at bay knowing now beyond a doubt that his days are numbered. No amount of prayers, money, or miracles can save him. I see it in his eyes; his soul has surrendered.

“I’ll be home late tonight.”

“Love you, kid.” He refuses the wheelchair and the elbow of his helper and takes each small step until he reaches the door.

I brush away a few stray tears that escape and make my way down the long corridor to the billing department. The sterile smell and dull colors on the walls swirl together, creating a knot low in my gut. It will soon be a smell and sight that will no longer be in my life and that’s a bittersweet pill to accept. The fight is over.

“May I help you?” a gray-haired lady behind the desk wearing wire-rimmed glasses asks.

I place both of my palms down on the smooth countertop. “I’m here to pay on my grandpa’s bill.”

“Okay, his last name and date of birth.”

I spit out the information in a monotone voice and wait for her to pull up the information.

“Your balance is sixty-thousand dollars and twenty-two cents and it looks like the insurance is still refusing one claim and we’re waiting on another to be processed. How much would you like to put down?”

Digging deep in my left pocket, I pull out a wad of money. “I can only pay five thousand today.”

“Um, we can’t take that much cash. Do you have a check or card?”

“Is Julie working?” I shift my weight from one leg to the other, growing irritated at this fucking place. Each time this happens. The assholes want paid, but can’t fucking handle cash.

“Yes, she is.”

“Good, give this to her. She knows the routine.” I toss the envelope on the counter and walk out, feeling each of my heavy footsteps hit the cold tile floor of the hospital or my personal hell.

My phone’s been vibrating like crazy in my pocket and when I flop down in the driver’s seat of my truck, I finally pull it out. Rhett’s name covers the screen; instead of reading through them, I type out a quick message letting him know I’ll meet him at our favorite pizza place for lunch.

My boss is more than easy going about me taking time off for my grandpa. I guess my dedication and nearly perfect track record paid off. I strum the steering wheel while driving to the bank to make the next payment. We’ve had to mortgage everything to our damn eyeballs, but by damn if I’ll lose grandpa’s small place while he’s around. A dim hope flickers low in my gut that I want it for myself, forever to raise my own family there.

A demented laugh escapes me as I wheel into the parking lot. As the thought quickly floated into my mind, it then vanished. It’s just not a reality at all and never will be with the lifestyle I’ve chosen.

“Mr. Rivers, can I help you?” I look up to the middle-aged brunette loan officer smiling back at me and give her a quick nod while plucking the thick envelope from my back pocket.

“Just another payment.” The thick envelope stuffed with bills slaps the dark marble counter.

“Excellent.” She makes quick work of pulling the hundred dollar bills from the envelope and counting them.

My foot taps out a rhythmic beat on the floor while waiting on her.

“This is four thousand, three hundred dollars, Zane, and it looks like we need a payment of six thousand, seven hundred twenty dollars to keep the account up to date.”

“Yeah.” Minor problem, I think to myself. “I’ll get it to you by the end of next week.”

Her shoulders slump. “I’m afraid we’ll need it sooner to avoid the foreclosure process.”

“It’s just a few days away.”

“This next Monday by five. I’m sorry, that’s all I can give you.” She pushes the envelope back to me.

I stiffen into an upright position. “So you can’t even take this and put it on the account?”

“If I do, then you’ll be charged with two past due fees instead of one.”

“Fuck,” I growl. “See you Monday then.”

The anger raging in me gets the best of me as I slam open the door. The sound of the metal handle crashing into the sheetrock soothes me a bit. Then my fist flies into the brick wall of the bank. The pain is numbing and addictive at the same time. My phone rings and then vibrates over and over. I know Rhett won’t take no for an answer.

I pull my phone and send a text, but it’s not to him.

Me: Need company tonight?

I toss my cellphone on the leather bench seat and drive to the pizza place. When I pull in, it’s packed with overflowing customers sitting outside on the deck under umbrellas. I spot Rhett and Oliver tossing back a few beers and chatting. My cellphone vibrates in my hand as I saunter in.

Sheila: Always, sweetie.

Me: Midnight, too late?

Sheila: Not for you.

Sheila: Can a friend join?

Me: Only if I get to spend the night and entertain you two all night long.

Sheila: See you at midnight. Behave and be ready.

The entrance to the joint is packed with all sorts of fucking annoying tourists and rich kids who are home for the summer. With my temper damn near at a boiling point, I decide to hop over the low fence. Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I grip onto the top of the metal railing and leap over it.

“Zane, about damn time.” Rhett waves his beer bottle in the air.

I nod back and weave between the tables of customers. Just the presence of other people my age enjoying light conversations with no worries on their minds makes me fucking stir crazy.

“How’s he doing?” Rhett asks.

“Same.” My voice is flat and annoyed.

“Go grab him a beer,” Rhett orders to Oliver.

Oliver, who seems to have buddied right up to Rhett, jumps up and heads in.

“You okay, man?” Rhett asks.

I nod, but don’t make eye contact.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Money, money, and money. Grandpa refused treatment today and there’s no money.” I slam a fist down into the metal table. “So, now I get to sit back and watch him die.”

“He’s done fighting, man. Give that to him. He wants you to be happy.” Rhett finally relaxes back in his chair, stretching out his long legs.

“Fucking funny joke.” I mimic his position trying to relax.

“You got me, man. I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Fuck, do I know that.”

“Need money?”

“No.”

Rhett’s always offered money and his parents the same, but I’d never take it. I’m not looking for handouts, just a fucking break in life. My years have been cursed from a young age.

I sit forward to keep my voice low. “Rhett, I’m so fucked up in the head. Last night, I went to a lady’s house and she was hot as fuck and near our age. Just a lonely housewife. I couldn’t control myself with her. I took her on the couch and while fucking her, I let myself feel for a minute what a normal life would be like.”

“You’re right, you are fucked up, but not for the reason you think, Zane. You deserve all those things, but you won’t allow yourself.”

“God,” I growl remembering how good she felt. “It was intense.”

“You need to start dating again, man. Get your ass out of the manwhore scene.”

“Need the money.”

“Stubborn jackass.”

Oliver interrupts us, setting my beer down on the table, and it might be the first time I’m actually happy to see the kid.

“It’s a damn zoo in there.” He plops down in his chair, turning his hat on backwards. “Fresh ass everywhere.”

“Well hell, Mr. All American boy, go tap an ass in the bathroom,” Rhett jokes.

“Yeah, with that blonde hair and blue eyes, you could get one pretty easy,” I add.

“Crazy fuckers.” Oliver tosses back the rest of the beer and continues to scan the crowd.

“I’ll tag an ass in the bathroom,” Rhett pipes up.

“No way in hell,” Oliver taunts.

And it’s as good as done with Rhett. He never turns away from a challenge and especially one that involves tits and a pussy.

“Your pizza, guys.” A big tittied blonde brings over three large steaming pizza pies and I watch Rhett as the wheels turn. He’s found his prey and she will be screaming his name in less than five minutes.

“Thanks,” he nods. “Haven’t seen you around here.”

“New in town for the summer.”

“Nice.” He nods his head up and down appreciatively, causing a cute flush of red to cover the girl’s cheeks.

“If you need anything else, let me know.” Her words catch and each one is bathed in shyness and a bit of curiosity as she turns away from us. Her tiny white shorts do her ass well.

“I’ll have her screaming out my name before we leave.” Rhett winks at Oliver as he stuffs his first slice of pizza in his mouth.

I just shake my head at him, wondering if my best friend will ever grow up or be the hopeless playboy the rest of his life.

I reach for my pizza when out of nowhere a loud crashing sound catches my attention and before I can turn around to what in the hell is going on, brunette hair falls around my face and a soft body falls into my lap.

“Ava!”

I hear a voice yell out.

When the crashing sound fades off into the distance, I peer down to the woman who just fell in my lap. One hand on her plump tit and the other one cradling her up to my chest, I study her as she brushes her long brown curls from her face. When I come eye to eye with the beauty, it’s the same gorgeous woman who walked in on me the other day in the bathroom. She couldn’t keep her eyes off my cock and now it seems both of us are hypnotized together. Conversations and the clattering of trays and plates being picked up from the floor buzz in the background.

I open my mouth to say something, but my words catch in my throat. She’s beautiful and as cheesy and cliché as it sounds, she’s actually more than beautiful.

“You again?” A smirk plays out on her lips.

“Yeah, you again.” I nod down to her.

“Guess the Gods want us to meet.”

“Or you’re stalking me.”

She’s trying to flirt with me, but unless she’s a paying customer, there’s no sense in flirting. My words are harsh and to the point.

“You must be pretty desperate.”

Another female’s voice joins along with Rhett’s.

“Ava, are you okay?” The girl extends her hand and Ava scrambles quickly from my lap.

“The asshole in the red hat shoved me when he was walking inside and then I flew into a waitress.”

I scan her from head to toe, taking my time to admire her short stature and perfectly plump body. Her curves are perfection.

“You’re bleeding.” I grab a napkin and dab it in my water before she focuses on me.

“Ouch.” Ava swats my hand away.

“Leave it.” My voice comes out harsh and cruel. “You need to clean it and stop the bleeding.”

Her left kneecap has a large gash in it from her fall.

“I’m fine.” She pulls her knee from my reach.

I place the damp napkin back on her knee, kneeling from my seat to take a better inspection of the wound. “You’re going to need stitches.”

“I’m fine, asshole. Get your hands off of me.”

“What did you do to piss her off?” Rhett asks standing behind her friend who is now kneeled down, applying pressure to her bleeding knee.

I just shrug. “Who pushed you, Ava?”

She winces in pain before pointing him out in the restaurant and then when she realizes she’s talking to me, her arm drops down by her side and focus goes back on her knee.

“Chloe, let’s go. It’s fine.” She tries pushing her friend back, but she doesn’t move.

“It’s oozing blood, Ava.”

A stream of red blood runs down the front of Ava’s shin and my vision blurs to the exact same color, watching it pool on the cement of the patio. I grip the back of the wrought iron chair over and over again trying to calm down, but when Ava’s eyes pool with tears, I blow up.

“Where are you going, Zane?” Rhett hollers out, but I don’t stop.