Текст книги "Dirty English"

Автор книги: Ilsa Madden-Mills

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SHE WAS SO damn beautiful underneath me with that soft look in her eyes. From the moment we’d met, she’d had a vulnerable coolness about her, a quality that told me in no uncertain terms she’d been hurt. So seeing her now, all relaxed with a happy glow on her face, made me feel bulletproof.

I collapsed next to her on the mat and gathered her in my arms. She was warm, her skin damp from our lovemaking. I gazed down at her, my hand stroking her gently after the roughness, brushing against her tummy. I cupped her full breasts and lightly kissed each rosy, still erect nipple. I made my way up her body until I kissed her on the nose, my thoughts still dirty, my cock throbbing to dive back inside her and make her come again.

She hit all my senses when it came to the way she looked, the blond hair that was most decidedly natural, the curve of her face, the dramatic sweep of her eyebrows that lent her an exotic look—all of her was perfect.

Sex was the language she and I had got exactly right from the very beginning, the level of heat I felt for her more intense than anything else I’d ever felt.

It had just taken us a while to nail it home. Literally.

I grinned. “I wasn’t kidding. I can go again if you’re up for it.”

She snorted, blue eyes dancing. “Please. No. You’re insane right now.”

“Insanely hot.”

She grinned at me and then looked down at her legs. “I’m still quivering.”

I was too, but I kept quiet. She did that to me when no girl ever had.

She played with my arms, tracing designs over my tattoos. “Besides, this is the part where you’re supposed to whisper sweet nothings in my ear about how beautiful I am. Cuddling and hand-holding, all that jazz.”

I cleared my throat. “My dearest Elizabeth, your eyes are the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen, like the color of the Blue Man Group. Let me count the ways I love them. I love them more than fish and chips. I love them more than Dr. Feldman’s class. I could …”

She slapped me playfully on the arm. “Okay, that’s enough with the cheesy poetry.”

I kept my face blank. “Too bad you’ll never know now how much better it could have got.”

She paused, stopping her laughter with her hands. “Wait. You are teasing me, aren’t you? ’Cause that was crap.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Ugh, I hate it when you do that noncommittal shrug. I can’t figure you out.”

I grinned. “Good.”

I rolled her onto her back and kissed her again, this time more insistent, my hands cupping her face. She craned upward, wanting more, her hands sliding and rubbing my lower back, her nails digging into my arse.

I flipped us over and rolled her on top of me.

“What are you doing?” she breathed down at me.

“This.” I spread her apart and seated her on my now fully erect cock.

She tossed her head back and moaned as I held on to her hips and shoved up, twisting around in her pussy.

“Ride me,” I said.

She rode me like a horse, bouncing and gyrating. Her tits bounced with each thrust, their nipples straining toward me. I couldn’t let them go unattended. I squeezed them together and divided my time between them both, my tongue tasting her sweat, my nose inhaling her skin.

I plowed into her sweetness, letting her take control, her body jerking up and down. We worked each other, my cock sliding nearly all the way out and then back in. She panted, her long hair sticking to her face as she ground herself against me.

She cried out when I started pumping harder, getting deeper, wanting every single inch to be encased by her. Everything faded away, and all my eyes could see were her.

Her, her.

It was intense and crazy and wild and soul-wrenchingly good.

I wanted to go slower this time. I did. I wanted to savor the sweetness of us. But I couldn’t. My need was too sharp, too fucking primitive.

She seemed to sense the same urgency, as if this moment might be our last.

“Lean over me,” I told her after a while. “Let me do the work.”

She moved over me, and I took over, my cock jerking in and out of her, needing to be the one she wanted, the only one she ever wanted.

We moved together like we’d made love a million times. I captured her breasts and sucked hard, my free hand finding her tender nub and coaxing it. Stroking her to the rhythm of my cock.

She screamed my name and came, her muscles clenching around me.

She collapsed on top of me, but I wasn’t done, pounding into her, skin on skin, chest to chest.

It was electric and hot as hell.

I threw my head back against the mat and yelled as I came, my hands holding her tight.

So tight.

Never let her fucking go.

THE NEXT DAY was Saturday, and my cell phone rang at exactly eight o’clock in the morning.

Who on earth would call this early?

“Hello?” I managed as I sat up in bed. Last night had been wild, and my body was still reverberating with little aftershocks.

“Miss Bennett?” a crisp female tone said.

I cleared my throat. “Yes?”

“This is Sylvia Myers with Myers’ Jewelry Store.” She paused as if waiting for me to reply, as if she were returning my call.

“Hi?”

Myers’ was one of the premier jewelry stores in the Raleigh-Durham area. I’d been in there a few times to window shop and get ideas, but their prices were way out of my league.

“I’m calling you about the images you emailed our office? We’d like for you to come in and meet with us next week to discuss perhaps purchasing some of your designs.”

Images? I hadn’t sent anyone pics.

I sat up straighter in bed, brain racing. “I see. Which ones were you interested in, Ms. Myers?”

A shuffling sound of papers came through the phone. “Your personal assistant, Shelley, sent over several drawings, but the ones that caught my eye were the silver pieces, the butterfly ring in particular and the scroll bracelet. We have a shop in Asheville where your artisan type of jewelry would sell quite nicely. Would Wednesday at nine be okay to meet?”

Shelley!

Just when I thought she was full of crap and as empty-headed as a balloon, she’d gone and done something so incredibly … sweet.

But why would they want my designs?

Because they’re beautiful, a small part of my heart whispered. At one time, youbelieved in yourself. Do it again!

I scrambled around for a pen and a notebook I kept on the nightstand. “I have classes all morning, and I’m not done until one and then I have to work … but I can probably get off. Would three o’clock be okay?”

God, what was I doing? I hadn’t designed anything new in years. All I had was the old stuff. And how the hell had Shelley even gotten ahold of my old designs?

“I didn’t realize you were a college student, Miss Bennett. I assumed you were a professional designer with experience. Your logo on your email says you own a company called Darcy Designs.”

Darcy? Nice name. Props to Shelley for remembering Pride and Prejudice.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“How old are you? You sound rather young on the phone and honestly we’re looking for dependable artisans at the moment, not young college students.” I heard her tapping something, and I imagined her sitting behind a big desk in an office, regretting calling me.

I sighed. “I am a full-time college student.”

“I see.” But I could still hear the uncertainty in her voice. She seemed to come to some kind of decision and cleared her throat. “Okay. I’ll see you Wednesday afternoon at three at our main jewelry store in Raleigh.” She rattled off the address. “Good day, Miss Bennett.” She hung up.

I sprang out of bed like a scalded cat.

I’d gotten an interview for my designs. Holy cow. Exhilaration filled me along with a good dose of fear. I could do this, right? I had to try. Because existing like I had been wasn’t working.

And then thoughts of Colby seeped into my brain. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in two weeks, but somehow I knew he was out there. Lurking. Waiting for me.

I shuddered and pushed those morbid scenarios away and raced out to my balcony. I wanted to see Declan. When we’d gotten home from the gym last night I’d given him an awkward kiss goodnight at my door then I’d come in to crash. But, he hadn’t been far from my mind all night.

I leaned over the railing. “Wake up, you sleepy-headed Englishman, I have big news!” I called over to him. “Huge!”

I counted ten seconds and he suddenly appeared, his hair standing straight up and eyes blinking in the morning sun.

I nearly clapped, but stopped just in time.

“What’s going on?” He scrubbed the dark shadows on his chiseled jawline, looking like a million bucks. No man had the right to look that good this early.

And, of course, he slept in the nude. Gloriously. Fantastically.

“Declan! You’re flashing the whole complex.” I tore my eyes off his perfect body.

“I thought something was wrong with you,” he half shouted as he went back inside his bedroom and then came back out wearing a pair of tight black boxers. “This do, madam?”

I ran my eyes over the snug lines. Not by a long shot. I could see exactly how monstrously large he was. And hard.

His eyes went to half-mast. “You’re looking a little too hard, Elizabeth. Focus on my face, not my body.”

He sent me a searching look, and I figured it was last night hanging between us.

I just didn’t know how to handle all this feeling.

I waved him off. “Forget your cock. I got a meeting on Wednesday with a jewelry company about a design opportunity. This could be the beginning of something I never thought could come true.” It still might not.

A wide grin split his face. “Hang on, I’m coming over.”

“What? No, you don’t have to do that. I just—I don’t know—wanted to tell someone.”

“And you told me first?”

I nodded.

“Stand back,” he said, and before I’d barely gotten out of the way, he’d jumped from the top railing of his balcony to mine. He landed right in front of me, his bare chest within inches of mine, and before I could even think about how nervous he made me, he swung me up in his arms and spun me around. I squealed, the sensation of being back in his arms heady.

He dropped me unceremoniously on one of the chairs I’d put out there.

“I say this calls for a celebration,” he said, plopping down next to me in another chair. “Let’s go out for breakfast. My treat.”

An unfamiliar lightness came over me. Things were changing fast, but I didn’t dwell on it. “Okay.”

He nodded. “Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t care.” And Lord help me, I didn’t care where I was with him.

Just this one day, I promised myself.

He leaned over and before I could pull back, he’d kissed me on the cheek. “Done. Get dressed and I’ll knock on your door in thirty minutes.”

While I watched with bated breath, he jumped back over to his own balcony and went inside his bedroom.

I CAME BACK inside from the balcony with a grin on my face as I scrambled around to get ready to take Elizabeth to breakfast. After a quick shower, I shoved on jeans, a Front Street Gym shirt, and flip-flops. Done. I couldn’t fucking wait to be near her again.

Last night had been incredible, but it wasn’t just about the sex. It was her.

The way she’d danced in the rain; the excitement in her eyes when she’d talked about her jewelry interview; the way she struggled through her fears. I wanted all of her.

Was it stupid that I wanted to tell her everything about me?

How much I’d loved my mum and missed her?

How I wanted to finish my gym and work on a UFC title?

How I imagined taking her in every position imaginable?

Yeah. Best to wait on that.

I knocked on her door five minutes later, and we walked to Minnie’s across the street from our complex. Our hands brushed against each other as we crossed the street, and my cock tightened. Just the simplest touch and I was ready to take her back to my place and show her exactly how I felt.

Minnie’s was a popular uni hangout and was busy, but we found a booth in the back.

We ordered and got our food and dove in, the camaraderie between us not surprising me at all. I’d sensed from the beginning that we were more alike than she realized.

We were deep in a discussion about a trip I wanted to take to London next year when all hell broke loose.

As in, my ex showed up.

Nadia walked up to our table with Ninja Turtle following dutifully behind her, shooting me cautious looks over her shoulder. I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulders. Nadia’s gaze went from me to her and back to me, lingering longer than necessary.

My lips compressed. Could I not get away from her? “What do you want?”

Elizabeth looked up from tucking in a good-sized chew of French toast, saw them, and coughed, then grabbed her glass of water to wash it down.

“Who’s pissy today?” Nadia huffed in a delicate way that didn’t detract from her pretty face. “Lose a fight last night?”

Elizabeth stiffened and bounced her eyes from Nadia to Donatello and then back to me. I set down my fork. Dammit.

“Good morning,” Elizabeth said, obviously trying to cover up the dead air as her eyes encompassed them both. “You guys coming or going for breakfast?”

Please say going.

Nadia kept her gaze on me. “Going. But if you want some company, we’d be glad to stay?” She didn’t wait for my response but flicked a strand of hair over her shoulder and glanced back at her boyfriend. “Isn’t that right, Donatello?” She laughed but it sounded off. Not her usual sparkly self. My eyes went from her to the Brazilian, noticing his tense shoulders and tight jaw.

Was she nagging him the way she’d done me?

I grunted. Hard to believe with the pedigree he obviously had, but some girls are hardwired to never be happy, and Nadia was one of them.

He mumbled something about tennis practice, but Nadia had already slid in next to Elizabeth on the booth, leaving him no option but to sit next to me.

There we sat in a weird, four-person tableau.

I ran my eyes over Nadia, my heart and head both affirming that I wasn’t in love with her anymore. I doubted I ever had been.

For the next five minutes we made small talk about the weather, classes, and what we were doing the following weekend. Nadia’s voice was slightly shrill at times as she threw question after question at us. Digging. She wanted to know if I was shagging Elizabeth. I was ready to snap, especially when the waitress came by and set down coffees for both of them.

Nadia speared Elizabeth with her gaze. “Hey, don’t you date Blake?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “We’re just friends.”

“But you do spend a lot of time with him, right?” she asked pointedly. “I see you with him everywhere on campus. It’s not surprising people assume you’re dating.” She traced her finger on the table. “Does he know you’re not dating?”

“Enough with the questions,” I snapped, yet, at the same time, I waited for her response. Blake was something we hadn’t really touched on, but I knew she had strong feelings for him as a friend. I hated the motherfucker. Okay, maybe that was a tad extreme, but if he wanted Elizabeth as his, he was going to have to go through me to get her.

Shit. I scrubbed my jaw. I sounded like a Neanderthal—or a possessive boyfriend.

Elizabeth straightened her shoulders and cleared her throat. “The truth is, I made a pact freshman year to never date while at Whitman.”

“So … there’s no one you’re seeing right now?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

She licked her lips, eyes darting away from me. “No. I—I don’t do serious. That’s how college should be, right?”

Everything in the restaurant zoomed out and anger sliced through me at Elizabeth’s glib attitude. I clenched my fists under the table and tried to catch her gaze, but she was poking at the food on her plate.

Did our night mean nothing to her?

Didn’t I have the answer right in front of me?

Fuck!

I exhaled and grabbed my coffee before I said something I’d regret in front of Nadia, who’d eat that up.

Nadia smiled broadly, looking smug, her eyes going back and forth between us, picking up on the obvious cues. “How fascinating and very modern of you.” She touched Elizabeth’s hands to get her attention. “And in case you didn’t know already—I mean, who doesn’t?—Declan and I dated for over six months, and even though we didn’t end up together,” she paused on a nervous laugh, “I can attest that being friends was the best thing.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Of course.”

“In fact, Declan’s the only person who understands how my mom having cancer is ripping me up inside. Isn’t that right, Declan?” Nadia insisted.

I shrugged as Ninja Turtle stiffened.

Nadia focused back on Elizabeth. “So where are you from, Elizabeth? I’m dying to know more about you.”

Elizabeth muttered something under her breath.

“I didn’t catch that,” Nadia said.

“I said Petal, North Carolina.”

She nodded, a superior look on her face. “I’m from Raleigh. My parents own the Ridgley Hotel chain. I guess we’re kind of Whitman royalty around here. But Petal, North Carolina … hmm … small town, I’m guessing, but now that I think of it, it does ring a bell. How far is it from here?”

“Give the girl a rest. You’re getting on everyone’s nerves,” Donatello snapped as he pulled out his phone and began to check it.

Elizabeth exhaled. “No, it’s fine. Petal is a small town a few hours east of here, close to the coast.”

Nadia snapped her fingers. “Colby Scott! He’s from Petal! He’s Senator Scott’s son, and we used to play together when we were kids and our parents hung out at the Raleigh Country Club. You know him? He’s going here now.”

My entire body went on alert. Colby Scott? What the hell? The guy who’d been at her door that night? After the incident, I’d run his name past the campus police and even the Raleigh Police Department, but his record had been clean. I’d tried to dig around for his address, but so far I’d gotten nothing.

Had she outright lied about knowing him?

“I know him.” Elizabeth’s face had turned ashen.

Nadia clapped. “Small world. Whatever happened to him? Is he as handsome as he was when he was ten?” She giggled. “I need to call him up, remind him he promised to marry me when we were kids.”

Elizabeth didn’t answer but looked down, her curtain of blond hair hiding her face.

“You okay?” I asked softly.

She lifted blue eyes to mine briefly before she dropped them again, but not before my heart stuttered at the pain I saw etched in her gaze.

“Did you go to high school with this Colby guy?” I insisted. “Is he the one who came to your flat?”

“Yes.” Her voice was whispery.

The tension ramped up.

I found myself leaning over the table to study her closer.

I looked at the bangles on her wrists. At the scars underneath. “Is he the one who did that?”

Nadia cocked her head, sniffing a secret. “One what? Did I miss something?”

Elizabeth seemed to gather herself, her hands fluttering around her face as she pushed hair back. She squirmed in her seat, fiddling with her purse and then drinking a sip of water. “I—I used to date Colby. It was a long time ago, and I’m sure he’s forgotten about me now.” Her throat worked, the only telltale sign she was lying through her teeth.

I sank back in my seat, rage and anger building. Colby Scott. I repeated it in my head. My breathing kicked up and it was all I could do to sit in that booth and pretend like I wasn’t about to lose my shit.

Nadia seemed oblivious to everything, probably too caught up in her own issues. She looked at me “I’ve tried to call you a few times—left some voicemails and texted.”

“I’ve been busy.” I took a sip of coffee, trying to compose myself so Nadia wouldn’t see how torqued up I was.

“With Elizabeth?” she asked with a wry smile at both of us.

“With everything, Nadia.” I sent her a hard look.

What the hell was wrong with her?

But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get Elizabeth out of here and figure out what was going on.

Ninja Turtle stood up from the booth. “I’m going to the car, Nadia. I have to make some calls. Make this quick. I won’t wait all day.”

He stalked off and out the doors of the diner.

I focused on Nadia. Exhaled. “Look. It’s obvious things are rocky with you and Nin—your boyfriend, but you shouldn’t involve me. You’re only making things worse by continuing to chase me. Especially when I am here with someone.” I kept my gaze off Elizabeth, but I knew she was watching us intently.

Her face fell, tears blooming. “God, I made such a mistake, Declan, a stupid mistake. I was trashed and angry with you when I slept with him. I didn’t know what I was doing. I—I thought you’d forgive me. Just—I still love you.”

Her face twisted with tears and she nibbled at her lips, and my eyes went straight there. It was a reflex, and it didn’t mean jack, but there it was and I knew the moment she saw it because she got a knowing gleam in her eye.

“You might try to deny it, but you still care about me.” She leaned over. “Let’s talk. I can come to your place or you can come to mine? Please, Declan.”

Elizabeth suddenly commented, “Uh, Donatello just pulled out of the parking lot.” We all turned to watch as his red Porsche spun out in the gravel and pulled onto the street.

Nadia wailed. “And now I’m stuck in this godforsaken diner. And I can’t walk in these heels. This is just perfect,” she said bitterly.

I tossed my head back and groaned at the cocked-up situation.

Elizabeth let out her own sigh of exasperation and shooed Nadia up until she could scoot out from the booth. She faced us both. “Well, I don’t blame Donatello,” she said. “You guys obviously have a lot of history to talk about anyway, and if I’m here—”

“That would be great,” Nadia murmured, wiping her eyes and sending Elizabeth a grateful look. “Thank you for being so nice when I obviously crashed your breakfast.”

Elizabeth’s lips tightened. “I’m not nice. You’re simply extremely annoying. You’re like a cat in heat when it comes to Declan and frankly, I’m sick of it.”

Nadia gasped.

I grabbed Elizabeth’s hand. “No. Stay. Just … wait a fucking minute. We haven’t had a chance to talk about us—about last night.”

Things were happening too fast. She’d just told me in so many words that I meant nothing to her as well as the name of the guy who’d hurt her.

I needed time.

She shook her head. “No, really, I have a million things to do today, and I can’t handle any more stupidity.”

“Elizabeth, wait a fucking minute—”

She held a hand up, her cool mask already in place, reminding me of the girl who’d walked in the frat party. “Save it. I’ve heard enough, seen enough. Enjoy your talk.”