The Filthy Series: The Complete Dark Erotic Serial Novel (48 page)

But I didn’t.

Instead we laid there on the courthouse lawn in silence, the breeze swirling around us with the glowing lights as our theatre.

“I’m happy we’re here,” I said sometime later.

She was quiet for a moment, so long that I glanced at her to make sure she was still there. That I wasn’t dreaming. That the last twenty-four hours weren’t just a figment of my fucked up imagination.

“I’m happy we’re here too,” she whispered.

ELEVEN

I spent the night with him. Rhett. After our night under the sprawling Oak trees on the square in Denton, we walked to his car holding hands. We drove home in silence. But it wasn’t that uncomfortable silence, the kind that was stale and stifling. It was comfortable, peaceful. The kind you hear people talk about, but never really believe it actually exists.

It was real. Rhett’s hand in mine in between the seats was real. The soft hum of his car as he drove through the dark. There was something honest about that silence. Something comforting and forgiving. It was the kind of silence I had waited for my whole life, and I couldn’t explain why.

Rhett didn’t ask me if I wanted to come in when we pulled back into his red brick home and I didn’t ask if he still wanted me to. In the silence, I pulled my bag from the backseat and followed him inside, our fingers still entwined. He didn’t waste his breath on a tour, but led me straight to his bedroom, where the poster hung above his bed. The one of him swimming with the manatee. The one I nearly destroyed all those years ago. We cuddled together in his soft sheets, his hand combing through my hair and my fingers a whisper on his chest.

The silence continued and it was perfect. And when I slept, it was like the dead.

“Are you okay?” I glanced up at Rhett from where I sat in the window seat. I had watched Badger, who turned out to be a little pug dog, chase a grasshopper in the yard.

“Yes, just watching Badger.”

Rhett sat down next to me. “That dog.” He shook his head. His hair was damp from his shower and curling against his forehead, the strands darker than when they were dry. It had been two days since our night under the Oak trees. Two days of Rhett and I. Days filled with talking, laughing, meeting each other, it seemed almost for the first time. I learned that Cayden had bought Badger for him a few years ago. Rhett hadn’t wanted him, but he felt too guilty, he couldn’t just give him back, so he’d kept the little guy. He pretended he didn’t like him, like he was now. Shaking his head at the little dog bouncing around the backyard, but I could tell he did. He had a soft spot for him. I could see it when he looked at him, when he talked to him when I wasn’t looking.

I didn’t want to see it. In spite of everything, how nice the last two days had been, how well we had gotten along, I still kept everything in perspective. This would end. Soon. And I didn’t want to see him care for his dog. That humanized him. It made him real. It made the kindness, the compassion he showed me seem more genuine, instead of an act.

“What were you thinking about?” His voice drew my attention back to him. I noticed now that he was shirtless, the smooth muscles of his chest and arms bulged. I chewed the inside of my lip. We hadn’t fucked since the first night in my bed. We hadn’t even kissed, but we’d slept in bed together. We’d cuddled, touched, talked until I couldn’t hold my eyes open for another second. We talked about everything but the past.

“You.” The word slipped from my lips.

A smile quirked on his lips making my heart pound faster. “What about me?” He turned his back to the window and leaned against it. The red basketball shorts he wore were low on his waist.

“That you should say nicer things about Badger.”

He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Oh, come on, Faye. We both know that’s not what you were thinking about.”

“Oh, do we now?” I crossed my arms over my chest in mock anger.

“Yes. I saw the way you just looked at my chest.”

I tilted my chin up. “Is that so?” A small part of me cringed internally that he had been able to tell.

“Yes.” He leaned toward me, his green eyes sparkling. “Like you want to devour it.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re imagining things.”

“Come on, Faye. You know me well enough to know that I have a poor excuse of an imagination.” He was only an inch away now, his face so close to mine I could smell the spearmint on his breath.

“You’re—”

But I didn’t get to finish my sentence because he pressed his lips against mine. Our first kiss in days. I couldn’t lie, I’d been anticipating it, waiting for it. I wasn’t going to instigate it though. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. My reasoning for that wasn’t completely clear in my head, especially now with Rhett’s lips against mine.

I pulled back. “You can’t just kiss me and assume that you’re right.” I giggled, and stood up. Could he tell I was nervous?

Why am I nervous?

“It’s not assuming,” He stood and followed me. “If I know I’m right.”

“I don’t think that’s what it is.” I gave him my back, trying to act casual as I moved away from him.

“I’m right.” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. “Just admit it.” There was this cocky, playful expression on his face that stole my breath away. I had never seen him like this before, not until the past few days. It made me feel lost, more lost than I had ever felt in my life.

“What’s the matter?” His face fell, that smile disappearing into a concerned expression.

Even though it made me feel lost I wasn’t ready for it to be gone, not for good. Not yet. The nervousness left me.

I crooked an eyebrow. “So what if you are right? What are you gonna do about it?”

“What am I gonna do about it?” He leaned an arm against the wall, the muscles in his chest flexing, sending a shiver through my body. That cocky expression spread across his face slowly. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Maybe it is.” I bit down on my lip suggestively. Rhett’s reaction was immediate, his body seeming to coil like a snake ready to strike.

I took a step back, playing with the hem of my shirt. His eyes zeroed in on the movement.

“So you want to play like that, huh?” He took a step, mirroring mine.

“Who said I was playing anything?” I tugged my t-shirt over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra.

His gaze locked onto my breasts and I nearly came right then. Just his eyes on my bare skin set me on fire, making my blood boil and my cunt drip. I wanted to run to him, to climb up that sexy body of his and worship every inch of him.

I didn’t.

Instead I turned around and gave him my backside while I shimmied out of my shorts. He groaned and I smiled at the sound. He started to move toward me, but I darted out of his reach.

“You’re serious about playing, huh?”

“I’m serious about everything, Rhett. You should know that by now.” I hadn’t intended the double meaning, but it was there, just as it was in everything we seemed to say to one another. But he ignored it, following me as I dashed away from him. “You know I’m going to catch you.”

“I know.” I giggled as I darted to the other side of the couch. He reached for me, but his fingers passed through the loose ends of my hair.

“So why are you running?” We faced each other, only his brown leather couch separating us.

“Because.” I smiled.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Since when?” His eyes were all over me. I could see the determination in his gaze, the lust, that outright desire as he took in my body. It made me feel more alive than I felt in years. The power of it tingled on my skin.

“Since always. Why are you asking stupid questions? You’re a lawyer. You’re supposed to ask smart questions and make good arguments.”

“So now you’re going to attack the quality of my work as well as my intelligence.” He put his hands on his hips.

“Ah, you’re finally catching on.” I stood up straighter, running my hands slowly over my chest. His eyes followed the movement.

“The only thing I’m going to catch today is you.” Rhett darted over the couch catching me off guard. His hand went around my waist, but I twisted out of it with a shriek and made a run for it. My feet smacked against the hardwood floors as I ran. I was almost to his bedroom when big hands circled my waist.

I giggled when he pulled me back against him, but that laugh turned into a moan when his thick cock pressed against my ass. I acted like I was trying to get away, wiggling my ass against him. He clung to me tighter, another groan escaping his lips. He spun me around, pressing his mouth against mine, devouring me, while I fumbled with his basketball shorts. They fell to the ground in a quick swoosh of air. And then we were both stark naked in the middle of his living room. I didn’t step back to admire his perfection. I just wanted to feel it beneath my fingertips and against my lips.

Our tongues tangled together. His hands gripped my waist, holding me firm, almost as if he was afraid I would try to slip away again. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hoisted myself up, attempting to wrap my legs around his waist, but he wasn’t prepared and he took a step back losing his balance. Since all of my weight was somewhere in midair, between him and the ground. I fell onto him causing him stumble more until tripping over the end table next to the couch.

I landed on top of him, my knees clacking on the hard wood, just as something glass shattered behind me.

“Holy shit.” I jumped, but Rhett’s hands kept me from jumping up. “I’m so sorry, I thought—”

But his laughter ended my words. It was the kind of laughter that started deep inside him, that great belly rumbling, chest quaking laughter that was so wonderful to hear it had to be inhuman. I’d never heard him laugh like that before, with his eyes half closed and mouth open.

It was contagious. That sound. I wasn’t the kind of woman who giggled, or at least hadn’t been before the last two days, but that had changed apparently. I started laughing too, until I was breathless on top of him, laughing at our debacle.

“I’m not sure why we’re laughing,” I said once I caught my breath.

“I’m an old man, Faye.” He chuckled. “You can’t just climb me like a tree.”

I snorted at the
Bridesmaids
reference. “You’re not
that
old. An old man wouldn’t have a body like this.” I ran my hand down his chest instantly aware of our nakedness again, and that my cunt hovered over his thick erection.

“I don’t know.” He gave me a lop-sided grin. “I’m thirty-six now. I’m not the spring chicken I used to be.”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’re too old for this type of play, huh?” I tried to stand up but his hands stopped me, pressing me down until the tip of his dick pressed against my clit.

We moaned in unison, electric heat seeming to shoot to every nerve ending in my body.

“Don’t get it twisted, Faye.” His green eyes bore into mine. “I’ll never be too old for this kind of play with
you
.” He rolled his hips, pressing his cock against my entrance, filling me with one quick thrust.

“Fuck, Rhett!” I threw my head back reveling at the feel of him inside me. I thrust my hips, taking his thick length as deep as I could.

“Yeah, you like my big cock, don’t you?”

I moved faster, leaning over him as I worked my hips back and forth on his length. “Not as much as you like my pussy.” I bit down on his lip and it was like I awoke something inside him. A sound rushed from his lips, something between a growl and a moan. His hands gripped my hips and he met my thrusts with his own, harder, deeper. My tits bounced. My knees smacked against the floor over and over, but I didn’t feel the pain.

All I could feel was Rhett. He was all over me, inside me. His green eyes bore into mine. The hot build of an orgasm made my skin flush and my breath hitch. Suddenly that nervousness I felt before came back, it rushed through me, twisting with the sweet pleasure. I hadn’t understood it earlier, why I was nervous. It didn’t make sense. I had fucked tons of men and worse. But I knew now, while I thrust my hips on Rhett’s cock and looked down into those deep eyes of his.

I was afraid of what he could do to me. Of what he was doing to me now. The orgasm built inside me, even as these thoughts rushed through my head, while fear swam in my veins. My life had been simple. Sex had been simple. For six years I had to focus on the hate. I had to make men my playthings. They had to say specific things in order for me to get off. I never looked them in the eye. They screamed their hate at my back until my pussy convulsed in ecstasy.

But here I was, on top of Rhett on the floor in his house, broken glass behind us, on the edge of an orgasm that was threatening to put all others to shame. The first two orgasms were a fluke. That’s what I’d been telling myself these last couple of days.

But that was a lie.

It was fucking bold face lie. A lie that sliced straight through my heart when I screamed Rhett’s name moments later, coming all over his thick cock buried deep inside me.

“Fuck, Faye, yeah. Fuck!” Rhett followed me, the spurt of his cum inside me only making the lie more evident. I laid my head on his slick chest, the faintest dusting of hair tickling my cheek.