Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) (10 page)

“Feel that?” Sophie asked.

“Oh my gosh,” Ilsa squealed, “yes!”

If I closed my eyes, I could almost make believe it was as dirty as it sounded.

I could forget that Sophie was shaped like a pear and Ilsa was chasing baby kicks across her round stomach like a little kid chasing butterflies.

Almost, but not quite.

I was in domestic hell and was quickly remembering why I had veered so sharply away from these little Mofo get-togethers lately.

The girls were taking turns rubbing Sophie’s belly while Brannon sat there with the most blissfully vacant stare on his face. Based on their discussion, she only a month or so to go. Denny and Cody laughed and gave Drew shit about it being his turn. Drew just smiled at his little Raven. All the while, Denny’s son Eoghan (which they said like Owen, but had decided to go all fancy and Irish with the spelling for whatever fucking reason) and Cody’s boy Max wrestled on the living room carpet of Brannon and Sophie’s new house.

The new house was the reason I’d come. I was a fucker, but not so much of a fucker that I wasn’t going to help a buddy move. So, even though I was exhausted—mentally from the daily internal struggle and sleepless nights, physically from more or less beating my dick black and blue to ease the ache—I was willing to help.

Now the furniture was in place, but there were boxes piled everywhere. Sheer chaos, really, aside from one of the bedrooms that was all baby-ready. The girls had started unpacking the kitchen for Sophie, insisting she rest with her feet up, while us guys had done all the heavy lifting. After ordering pizza, everyone kicked back, content with the progress made.

I tried to escape before pizza arrived, but Brannon insisted I stick around for a beer or two, and now, after my fourth on an empty stomach, I was starting to feel a touch woozy. Too much happiness. All the lovey schmoopie shit made me want to barf.

The horror of the moment seeped through me, increasing as I saw Drew give Raven a knowing little nod. Raven smiled wide and turned to Sophie.

“You’ll have to give me tips,” she said.

“On what?” Sophie giggled.

“Everything,” Raven answered warmly, “because I’m due at the end of June.”

The other Mofo women erupted into a chorus of girly little coos.

I swung my gaze to glare at Drew.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned, “you too? What the fuck?”

“Language, you fucker,” Drew shot back, nodding his head towards the boys on the floor who were now both staring up at me following my outburst.

Their attention gave me the creeps.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like kids. I’d just never really been around them much and, to be honest, I was well aware that I may not be the best role model.

Something Eoghan proved by grinning widely, pointing at me, and spouting out, “A fuck!”

“Dammit, Justin,” Felicity half-laughed and half-scowled as she jumped up to lift their son into her arms. “Eoghan, baby, that’s a no-no word, remember? No-no word.”

Fortunately, Max, who tended to be a bit more shy, kept his little mouth shut. He just stared and blinked.

“I’ll have to get ya cursin’ like a Dub, Justin,” Denny laughed. “You can slide it under the radar a little better.”

“You know,” Felicity retorted with a sidelong glance at her husband, “swearing like an Irishman is still swearing, Denny.”

“But more acceptable, hi?” he grinned back at her. “And maybe something that would be helpful since Justin’s been throwing a feckin’ moody lately.”

“Speak English, you fucker,” I huffed at Denny.

“Who the feck pissed in your cornflakes?” he shot back. “Ya probably shoulda taken Ruth up on her offer Friday night.”

“Justin turned down sex?” Ilsa gaped.

“Wait, what?” Raven looked absolutely stunned.

As did Sophie. “Holy shit.”

“What the fuck?” Felicity breathed out.

“A fuck?” parroted Eoghan from his mother’s arms.

“Eoghan, baby,” she gently told him, “that’s a no-no word. Mommy shouldn’t have said that.”

I glared at Denny. “And you’re always blaming his swearing on me, you fuckin’ wanker.”

He ignored me and turned to his wife. “Fliss, where are those presents we got for Bran and Sophie?”

“They’re out in the truck,” she replied, appearing a little confused, “but they’re not wrapped yet, Denny. The baby shower isn’t for a couple days.”

“No matter,” he responded on his way outside. “I think one of them might be better for Justin, anyway.”

“Why the hell do I need a baby present?” I shouted after him, but he was already out the door.

“Maybe it’s a pacifier so you’ll stop whatever tantrum you’re throwing,” Drew laughed.

I just scowled back at him and took another sip of my beer. A minute later, Denny was back inside carrying a bag from Adam and Eve.

“I thought you said it was a baby present,” Raven laughed.

“It is,” Denny grinned.

“Who gets a baby present at a sex shop?” Brannon asked, looking more than a little alarmed. “That’s something I’d expect from maybe… well,” he glanced at me, “no offense, Justin,” then back to the others, “but that’s something I’d expect from Justin.”

I shrugged and nodded in agreement. That was totally something I’d do. Again, horrible role model.

“I thought Brannon would need it since there will be a few weeks’ ban on knockin’ boots after the wee snapper arrives.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a box that he tossed my way. “I think Justin might need it sooner that Bran, though.”

I looked down at the brand-new-in-the-package pocket pussy that landed in my lap.

“Who’s the wanker now?” Denny said with a raised eyebrow.

I totally used the pocket pussy.

It was actually pretty fucking cool. Soft, yet firm. Clear and sort of a jelly texture. It was kind of amazing. Hypnotizing to watch my dick slide in and out, even. So I used it.

A lot.

To the point that I thought I had it under control.
I can do this
, I told myself. Repeatedly. Every time I went into the classroom. Every time Rain gazed up at me with those wide, innocent-looking eyes that hid so very much of the naughty girl inside. The naughty girl I’d touched and tasted.

Thank God for the podium at the front of the room. Thank God for the satchel that I kept my tablet computer in. Something I could easily swing around in front as I left the room to hide the raging boner I had just from being in her presence.

The breadth of her allure continued to mystify me. I kept waiting for it to fade. To go away. I didn’t get hung up on chicks. Ever. It simply had to be because I
couldn’t
have her. She was off limits. Forbidden fruit.

That, and I’d watched way too much teacher/student porn in my day.

Images of Rain in a short plaid skirt filled my head. Whispering “
fuck me, Professor
” against my skin. Ponytails on either side that I could grab and jerk as she nobbed me off.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit fuck.

I don’t fuck students.

But I had totally fucked that one and, God, I wanted to again.

I was doing it, though. I was getting by. We had gotten through most of the semester, and things seemed to be okay. After Christmas, it would only be a couple more months. A couple more months of denying how badly I wanted her every day, and then she’d be gone and I could go back to being the old me. The me that ate hot chicks for breakfast… two or three at a time.

Until I got a text from Pauline. Hell if I knew how she even had my number, but it only said a few words.

You have got to see this.

Followed by a link to a PornHub video.

Like the total juvenile I was, at first I was all like, “
Yay! Porn!
” But that quickly subsided and confusion set in.
Why was Pauline texting me a link to porn?
Maybe she had ideas. Maybe it would get me out of this fuck funk I was in.

So I clicked on the link and immediately knew why she sent it to me.

Shit
.

As Rain tucked her textbook in her pack, I walked by her and tapped her lightly on the arm.

“Can you stay for a minute? I need to see you after class.”

She looked up at me wide-eyed and wary, and all those memories of her flashed through my brain. Revamped and renewed. A haunting vision that I denied with every fiber of my being, yet it continued to torment me, day and night. It felt like Vesuvius about to blow. Shit, Vesuvius was nothing. This was more of a super volcano like Yellowstone about to rock the entire world.

Once the last student had finally chatted my ear off and left the room, I walked over to Rain and hunched down to get to her level, speaking in a low tone.

“I need to talk to you about something, but not here.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Where?” she asked.

“Someplace where nobody else is. Someplace where nobody will see us.”

Her lower lip trembled ever so slightly, a telling sign that this all haunted her like it haunted me.

“Okay,” she whispered, so quietly that I could barely hear it inches away. “Where?”

I pulled a pen out of my shirt pocket and took her notebook, quickly jotting down an address. She glanced down at it, then back up at me, licking her lips nervously.

“In Ophir?” she breathed.

With a nod, I answered. “My place.”

I watched down the short driveway, once again waiting for Rain. Once again apprehensive, but this time for a different reason.

Headlights appeared as dusk settled in, slowing for a moment and then pulling up to my big, empty house. Rain climbed out of the small SUV, appearing a little unsure as she scanned the area, so I stepped just outside the door to wave her in. She hesitated only a minute before she climbed the short stairs to the deck.