Page 116 of Hate So Deep
Dirk
I’ve spent the last few days making the rounds but despite questioning new people who were around that night, I haven’t found out anything new.
The fool had more bravado than brains and frankly it was only a matter of time before he ended up dead because of it.
Of course, Buck had to have the last laugh and he’s dragging his sister down with him.
Did he create an elaborate plan to blame it on Lauren? If so, he was more diabolical than I gave him credit for.
How do we prove it though?
I’m not stupid, I know people do things and regret it, but Lauren was so wasted or apparently drugged that night, she barely made it past the front door.
How in the hell would she then seemingly attack Aimee, move her dead body, and clean up in the aftermath.
It’s not fucking possible.
However, with Buck gone there’s no one to tell the truth and that makes this ten times harder.
Beyond that, after Lauren’s sassy attitude this evening and that fucking prick who eyed her like his next prize, my fingers burn to spank her pretty ass.
This is why after laying it all out for Colt, I drove to her home and snuck inside.
It’s a risk because I’m sure Trent would kill me if he found out, but whatever, I’m tired of this game.
As long as I’m here, Lauren is going to know who’s in charge. Me.
Now, I’m sitting on her bed in the darkened room when she enters. She doesn’t bother to turn on the light and I watch her like a total creeper while she removes her boots and stands to push off her pants.
It’s only when she turns and pauses, meeting my gaze in the darkness that I stand.
“Dirk?” she whispers, and I approach, ignoring the way my chest tightens when she looks up at me with those wide green eyes.
She’s my fucking kryptonite and for tonight at least, I’m tired of fighting it, which is why I pull her against my chest so I can feel her shiver in my arms.
When she raises her gaze, I grab her silky hair and bunch it in my hand as I say, “I’m gonna fuck you, baby girl.”
Her answering whimper shoots straight to my dick, and I push her toward the bed before pressing on her shoulders until she’s bent over the mattress where her ass mocks me behind a cute pair of panties with a small red bow.
I can’t resist her silky warmth and run my fingers beneath the thin fabric, rasping, “So fucking beautiful.”
“Oh,” she moans, dropping her head to the bed while I caress between her cheeks before teasing the seam of her ass.
The pale globes of her luscious butt tremble under my hands and with a grin, I smack her cheek before treating the other to the same.
“Dirk,” she hisses but I press against her back.
“Quiet,” I say. “I’m gonna be pissed if your dad walks in before I get inside you.”
My warning does the trick, thank fuck and she subsides immediately while I caress the smooth skin of her back and say, “That’s it. My dirty doll wants my dick, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”
My heart thumps painfully at the whispered word and I close my eyes. What would I give to hear her beg for this every night for the rest of our lives?
But this can’t be more than what it is and shaking myself of the thought, I drop to my knees and say, “I need a little taste, hm before I fuck you.”
When she arches her back, I chuckle before swiping between her folds. She’s so fucking perfect and as I tease along her opening before thrusting inside, I marvel at how open she is about sex.
