Dirty Like Me (Dirty, #1)

by Jaine Diamond

If there was one thing I hated about being a rock star, it was shooting music videos.

Jesse cocked an eyebrow in my direction. “You planning on going to jail tonight, cherry pie?”

“Tell me what else I should like about you,” he said. “I don’t know. I like animals. You’ve met my dog, Max. I’m fairly neat and organized. I’m a good baker.” “You just described my grandma.”

“I do.” He stood and offered his hand to me. “Don’t live with regrets, Katie Bloom.”

I was in bed with Jesse Mayes. Naked.

Yeah you were

I wasn’t a religious person, but I did a little prayer that Jesse Mayes wouldn’t wake up in the next few seconds to the sight of my bare white ass dashing to the bathroom. Or up in the air as I searched the floor for my clothes.

You get in this bed like that and neither of us is sleeping, cherry pie.

What’s the matter? You said you’d be happy to taste my pie.

Apparently the girl got mouthy when she got drunk, and since I wasn’t known for backing down from a dare—a good dare—it was a dangerous combo. A fucking fun combo.

was pretty much ready to sales pitch this chick on why she should take my money.

“It’s not real,” I said. Which didn’t mean we couldn’t fuck like animals… but no need to negotiate that right this minute.

“Welcome to the fast lane, babe.” I planted a kiss on her cheek and walked out the door, a big-ass grin on my face.

“You have this quality… How did Zane put it? ‘The girl next door I really want to fuck.’” She rolled her eyes a little.

The last time I wore a dress for a man it was white, and that didn’t turn out so well for me. I sure as fuck wasn’t going down that road again—bending over backwards to be what I wasn’t to try to please a guy. Any guy.

So I wore the beautiful, super-sexy and no doubt expensive underwear, bought for me by a rock star—or more likely, one of the members of his entourage—under the super-sexy champagne-pink dress, also paid for by said rock star, put on my expensive boots and lucky old jacket, touched up my makeup,

Lucky

He took my face in one hand, brushed his lips against mine, and said, “See you after I do this thing.”

“This one’s for Katie,” he said, and the crowd erupted again as the band kicked into a song I’d never heard before.

By the end of it I was humming along with the chorus. If Brody wasn’t standing right next to me, I would’ve sang it out loud. There’s a new girl, and she’s just my kind... Found a new girl now, and I’m gonna make her mine.

Cinnamon. Leather. Jesse Mayes. These were fast becoming my three favorite scents in the world.

“We’re making out.” His mouth twitched in amusement. Then he licked his bottom lip, slowly, and said, “You taste like sunshine.”

I love when they say this

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, so close and so slowly that his breath made me shiver. “I like you in pink.”

She may be my fake girlfriend, but she was my fucking fake girlfriend.

Then he whispered in my ear, “Bet you give in before I do.”

And when he said, “You’re gonna kill me, Katie Bloom,” I smiled.

“You have your oral fixation, right? Well, I’ve got a thing with my hands.” He sipped his bourbon, which I’d come to learn was his drink of choice, eying me over the rim of his glass. “I’ve got something you can do with your hands.”

but as soon as they got off on the fifth floor and the door shut, I started to apologize. “Jesse, I—” He turned to me, wrapped his hand around the back of my head and kissed me. Hard. And holy hell, the man could kiss.

“Try two goddamn months,” he mumbled against my skin. “Never waited this long for a girl. Any fucking girl.” “Two months?” I asked, confused. “Since we met?”

But I couldn’t take that fucking laugh. That pure, unfettered Katie joy coming out of her perfect pink mouth. He might as well have made her come right in front of me.

I was pretty good at avoiding things. It was kind of my go-to survival mechanism.

“I know,” I breathed. “We have a deal.” “Fuck the deal,” he said, and kissed me again, deep.

“Um! What about the bet?” I gasped. Jesse lowered himself between my legs, giving me the most smoldering look I’d ever seen. “Fuck the bet,” he said, and went down on me.

“I just kinda got lost along the way, you know? I think it started when I got arrested.” My hands stilled on the guitar. “You what?” “I got arrested.” “Sweet Katie Bloom? Mug shots and everything?”

But he did a background on her?

Which is why Jude never found

Oh duhhh

“But you say it like it’s some fluke…” I brushed her hair out of her face. “You’re fucking molten hot, Katie.”

“We just need some more,” he mumbled between kisses. “More?” “More volcano sex.”

“That’s better. Don’t make me fuck that sad look right off your face.”

“You, Katie Bloom, are every fucking wet dream I had when I was a kid.”

“The essence of Jesse Mayes. Would’ve made us a pretty penny.” He shook his head at me, but laughed. “You are one twisted bitch, Katie Bloom.”

that. Jesse and I had discussed it in a mature fashion, then gone at it like monkeys. Skin to skin. So the glove, and all bets, were officially off.

“Okay.” “Okay.” Another silence. “He fucks like a beast,” I whispered. “Holy hell.”

“Twenty-nine. Top five kinky things you want me to do to you that I haven’t yet.” Katie laughed. “Ah, he finds a way to turn the good clean PG road game dirty.”

Jesse was fucking me, on a car, in full view of a bunch of his groupies.

Damn straight he was

He loved me helping him sell his music. He just didn’t love me.

I was pretty sure it was just one of those shitty things guys say without really hearing themselves say it and realizing how awful it sounds, that in the moment all his blood was thundering to his dick and he wasn’t thinking clearly about what he was saying.

I reminded him that it was illegal. He reminded me that I used to do it all the time. I reminded him that I was immature at that time. “So be immature,” he said. “It’ll be fun.”

“Your oral fixation is just going to have to redirect. Can’t you take up smoking again?” He laughed. He got to his feet and kissed me, long and deep, his mouth wet with my arousal. “I prefer cherry pie,” he said when he came up for air.

“I think we’re gonna need to redirect your oral fixation,” he said above me, panting. I looked up; he was leaning on his forearm on the wall, looking down at me. “Have you ever thought about taking up smoking?”

There was no point denying it to myself anymore. I was in love with Jesse Mayes.

“Katie, this is my sister,” Jesse said, reaching for my hand, “Jessa.”

Thank fuck

With the opening notes, and definitely the opening words, I recognized the song. “Jessie’s Girl.”

Yesssss i knew this would come up!!