In this steamy must-read story collection, find out what happens (not always what you’d think!) when your favorite Dirty characters vanish into the night after the rock star wedding event of the year.
4 couples… 4 dirty stories
Included in A Dirty Wedding Night:
A Dirty Vow
A Dirty Secret
A Dirty Lie
A Dirty Deal
A DIRTY WEDDING NIGHT
A Dirty Vow
CHAPTER ONE
Jesse
The fire bathed Katie’s face in lapping, golden light. She was sitting right beside me and she was so fucking beautiful, with her creamy skin and her sweet features and her dark hair… she laughed at something Zane said, and my stomach twirled.
Butterflies. The girl actually gave me butterflies.
As she raised her champagne glass to her lips, gazing into the fire, I glimpsed the platinum wedding band I’d slipped onto her finger earlier this evening; it glinted in the dark, reflecting the flames, and it gave me a total rush. That shiny band now marked Katie Bloom as married. As mine.
And that shit was making me hard.
Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were rosy; it was cold out, but that flush might’ve been from the booze. She was definitely a little drunk, but it was a cute drunk. She’d been pacing herself throughout the night. I’d made sure of that. Because sometimes when Katie got too drunk, she couldn’t come, and that wouldn’t fucking do.
Not on our wedding night.
Not when I was desperate to watch her come; to feel her come.
Several times.
She caught me perving on her and smiled. Her big blue-green eyes widened in the firelight—and that sweetly surprised look went straight to my cock. Just like it always did.
Didn’t exactly help matters that she hadn’t let me fuck her in two long, aching days.
Save it for our wedding night, she’d said, fending off my wandering hands as we arrived here at the resort, on the morning of the wedding rehearsal. It will be better if we wait.
Which sounded like a nice idea at the time. Romantic. Hot.
But that was yesterday. Before she proceeded to dance with me, flirt with me, make out with me at her stagette party—in a super-thin bikini top and minuscule cut-offs—then make me sleep in a separate bed.
Today, she danced with me again, flirted with me some more, married me in a jaw-dropping-gorgeous dress, and at the reception, let me peel off her garter with my tongue. Without ever once giving my aching dick so much as a pity stroke.
If I’d known by “wedding night” she actually meant almost dawn the next morning, I would’ve screwed her senseless every step of the way.
Because fuck waiting.
I held her gaze, sipping my beer, my tongue playing idly with the neck of the bottle, thinking about all the shit I was gonna do to her the second I got her alone… until her smile melted into something else, her teeth catching on her plump bottom lip.
Then my gaze slid deliberately south… to the hint of cleavage and that alluring dip between her breasts, bared by her half-unzipped, down-filled jacket… to her sexy, curvy legs, crossed, in her tight jeans…. to her furry boots. They were new, and I hadn’t fucked her in them yet.
I was gonna have to remedy that. Soon.
“Jesus Christ. Quit eye-fucking your bride and go do it already.”
I glanced at Zane, my lead singer and one of my groomsmen. I had to kind of blink him into focus, I was so cross-eyed with lust.
He was sitting on Katie’s other side, a dirty, cocky smirk on his face. It was the one he usually used on women he was planning to fuck. Since he was using it on me right now, it was meant to piss me off—since his arm was around my wife.
“You know, you’re married now,” he went on, his fingertips grazing Katie’s shoulder. “It’s not a sin anymore.” The touch was so light she probably didn’t even feel it through her puffy jacket. But it wasn’t meant for her. It was meant for me, because this was how Zane entertained himself when my woman was around. “Unless you’re waiting on some pointers…?”
“Zane, don’t tease,” Katie scolded him, but she was still smiling too. She liked my friends; I liked that. She even put up with Zane’s flirting, which was both cool and annoying.
“Yeah, man. The fuck are you waiting for?” Dylan chimed in. My drummer was now grinning at me across the fire.
Not good.
Zane and Dylan ganging up on me was never good. And unlike Zane, Dylan rarely busted my balls when it came to Katie… which clearly meant that us newlyweds were wearing out our welcome at the fire.
Which was totally fucking fine with me.
I’d felt a little obligated to hang out with our wedding guests, even though the reception was long over, and I knew Katie did, too. After all, they’d come all the way up here, hours north of the city, by floatplane, just to attend our wedding—at a remote resort in the wilderness that didn’t even have Wi-Fi—despite the fact that many of them were rock stars, or people who worked with rock stars, and therefore had other shit to do. I figured the least we could do was keep them fed, liquored, and entertained.
Still; if I didn’t get to bury my dick in my new wife soon, I was gonna explode. Maybe literally. I’d been hard all fucking day.
Well, not all day. But every time Katie kissed me, or brushed up against me, or looked at me like she was doing right now…
Rock hard.
I adjusted a little in my jeans, thinking about the welcoming warmth of Katie’s pussy, slippery wet and swollen… all hot for me and so sweet and tight—
Jesus.
I took a cooling swig of my beer.
Time to fucking go.
Only one slight problem. That being, I didn’t love leaving my little sister to the wolves.
There were only a few people left by the fire, and my sister was one of them. After the reception had wound down and most of the wedding
