Four Letter Word (Dirty Deeds 1)

She gasped, closed her eyes, and pressed back, taking it deeper.

Our noises filled the bathroom, hers and mine. The squelching of our bodies and the slapping of skin, moans and incoherent words that broke apart before they left our tongues.

I fucked her until my legs burned. I became sloppy and clumsy with my thrusts, rutting at a maddening pace.

Syd loved it. She begged for more. For harder. For dirty, and I gave it.

I squeezed her tits harshly and slapped them.

I slid my cock between her lips and asked if she liked the taste of her pussy.

I told her I’d take her ass and I did, sliding two fingers inside while I bucked into her from behind.

Syd took it all. No hesitation. No shame.

She held my eyes in the mirror and got off on everything I was giving.

“Brian …oh, fuck, Brian,” she groaned, and trembled in my arms.

My orgasm chased hers and seconds later I dropped my head to her back, cursed, and shot off deep.

I kept my arms around her. I never wanted to let go.

“One year,” I said hoarsely when I had breath in my lungs again. My lips moved over her skin. “One fucking year.”

Syd reached back and held me. She knew I needed it.

“It’ll be here before we know it,” she soothed.

I closed my eyes.

We didn’t move until Sir started clawing and whining at the door. After we cleaned up and dressed, Syd scooped him up and we both went looking for his leash.

We found it in the kitchen. The little bastard had chewed it in half.

I smiled and pulled my girl close as she quietly scolded the clueless puppy for his wrongdoing.

He could’ve chewed a hole in the wall and I wouldn’t have cared. Not that day.

Syd loved the house and was taking my name in a year.

Let the countdown begin.

Chapter Eighteen

SYDNEY

It was moving day and everyone was lending a hand.

Jamie and Cole were helping Brian with the heavy stuff and unloading the moving truck. Tori and I emptied out the back of my car and transported boxes and décor I didn’t bother packing, including lamps and cute accent pillows I’d picked up at Target. When Shay arrived after her shift ended, she started unpacking and putting stuff away in the kitchen for me, and Kali, bless her heart, was doing what she could, which consisted of being amazing company and chatting us up while we worked since she was busy balancing a squirming Cameron on her hip.

I called for a break after setting the box labeled Games and Shit in the living room, not knowing what all shit meant and leaving that for Brian to relocate if needed since he was the one writing vague descriptive terms on stuff he packed up.

One of his boxes he’d labeled with a question mark. I stuck that one in the basement.

It seemed appropriate. I didn’t know what we were putting down there.

The girls, plus Cameron and Sir, were hanging out in the kitchen, talking and digging into the pizzas I ordered as a thank-you to everyone for helping out. We were all standing around the small island, except for Kali, since the table and chairs hadn’t been brought inside yet.

Kali was crouched down by the slider and watching over Cameron, who was on the floor, squealing and waving his arms excitedly as Sir sniffed and licked his toes.

“Ga-ga-ya,” Cameron yelled, bopping Sir on the head in a happy baby way and not at all trying to be cruel.

Sir thought it was playful and kept on sniffing and licking.

“I think it’s nice Jamie and that other guy offered to help out today,” Kali said, looking over at us.

“What’s nice about it?” Tori shot back, studying her chipped polish. “We’re helping. It’s the right thing to do. You shouldn’t be rewarded for being a decent human being.”

Kali slowly looked away, looking uncomfortable.

Shay muffled a giggle and resumed eating her slice.

I shook my head, shooting a disapproving glare at Tori.

She’d never give Jamie an inch.

While avoiding him wasn’t an option today, Tori still managed to ignore Jamie every chance she got, paying him no mind when he was speaking either to her or in general.

She was still holding tight to that grudge developed on the night of the party but, if asked, would never admit to Jamie’s actions affecting her.

Not ever.

She’d die first. I was convinced.

“I agree. I think it’s nice,” I added, standing a little taller.

Tori slowly slid her eyes to mine and narrowed them.

I ignored that, turning my head when Brian came around the corner. He was walking backward while carrying one side of the rectangular dining room table.

Jamie had the other end and entered the kitchen next, followed by Cole, who was walking behind and somehow managing to carry four chairs at once, making it look effortless.

“Coming that way,” Brian warned over his shoulder. “Might wanna get the little guy up.”

“Oh, right.” Kali snatched Cameron up off the floor and carried him over to the island.

Sir automatically moved out of the way, rope in his mouth, and dashed over to his water bowl by the pantry. He dropped the toy beside the dish and went in for a drink.

“In front of the slider,” Brian directed.

The guys lowered the table to the floor in the small dining room area we had. Once it was in the spot I okayed with a thumbs-up, Cole walked around the table and scooted a chair in on each side.

Some of our furniture was coming from Brian’s old place with Jamie, including his bed, an extra couch they had stored in the basement, and the dining room table.