Dirty Deeds (Get Dirty 3)

Shane growls, his hands resting on my hips and pulling me closer, bit by bit. “Pretty sure I told you I’d smell like you anytime you’d let me. I meant I liked your juices marking me, reminding me and everyone else that I’ve been between those sweet thighs. But I’ll take any damn thing you want to give me, Angel. Although I am hoping that normally I can use some regular soap.”

Having washed his thick chest, the bumps of his washboard abs, and along the length of his powerful arms, I move my hands lower. His cock jumps as I lick my lips, leaning in. “Good . . . because time for getting washed is over.”

Under the water, I let the pouf go, wrapping my hands around his thickness and giving him a few strokes.

Shane groans, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Fuck, Maggie.”

I keep the pace slow, wanting to control how fast he builds, but he bucks against me, fighting for more. I move to straddle one of his thighs, forcing him still, and lean forward, licking his earlobe. “Shane, let me love you. Let me jack you off, let me mark you the way you mark me. Let me . . . let me be your woman.”

His body is strung tight, using all of his control to hold back and let me have this. I move down his neck, kissing and licking and nibbling the way he does to me.

I find a spot in the curve that makes him moan as his dick jumps in my hand, and I smile to myself. I latch onto the spot, sucking and nibbling just to the edge of pain before soothing it with a licking kiss.

All the while, I stroke him, every stroke up his shaft timed with a sucking draw on his neck. I’m mindlessly riding his thigh, letting the soft hairs tickle my lips and grinding my clit along his tight muscles. “That’s it, my man. So hot and sexy,” I purr in his ear. “So strong, you could break me, but you didn’t. You woke me. I’m yours now, your sweet angel and your dirty girl. You like that, don’t you?” I kiss back down, finding that sweet spot on his neck and suck again.

I can feel his balls pulling up tight, on the edge of letting go. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. “I want you by my side, Angel.”

I let go of his neck and lick his ear as I pump him quickly under the water. “You’re mine, and I’m yours,” I whisper.

It’s enough to trigger him, and he bucks beneath me, raising his hips out of the water. His cock pulses in my hand as he comes, white cum coating my hand. The sight does me in, and I grind along his thigh, finding my own release as he holds me, keeping me steady as I shudder on him.

“Mmm, that was wonderful,” I whisper, cuddling against him. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Shane whispers back, holding me close. “For everything.”

Eventually, we get clean, and still naked, we walk into the bedroom. Shane throws the covers back, tossing pillows to the floor as he sees my carefully constructed arrangement.

He laughs as I scramble to pick up a few of them. “Why do you have so many fucking pillows? There’s like a dozen of them here!”

I laugh, picking up one to swat him on the butt. “Because they’re pretty and soft and I like to curl up in them.”

Shane tosses me in the bed, climbing over me and caging me in. “You’re pretty and soft. And you can curl up with me now.”

He lies on his back, one arm stretched wide in invitation. “C’mere, Angel,” he says, and I quickly snuggle into his side, throwing one leg over his before he pulls the blankets back over us.

It feels comfortable, right, just like always. “You’ll be here when I wake up, right? This isn’t all some dream?”

Shane kisses my forehead, tenderly stroking my arm with his hand. “I’ll always be here when you wake up. Sleep now, though. You’ve been through a lot.”

I can feel sleep already overtaking me, but I manage to kiss his chin before yawning. “I love you.”

Just as I drift off, I hear him reply softly, “I love you too.”

Chapter 28

Shane

For three days, after waking up and deciding that no, I don’t need to formally exfiltrate myself from my assignment yet, we’ve camped out in Maggie’s apartment. This time, not because we need to. There’s no one chasing us, no monsters looming.

Instead, it’s simply because we can. We’ve enjoyed every moment of being together, and we’ve had a wonderful vacation ‘playing house,’ but we have to be responsible too. I’ve put off the FBI as long as I can, but when Chucky sends me a text to ‘get to the office today or else’, I know I have to go.