Writing Dirty (BTU Alumni, #5)

by Alley Ciz

Don’t you dare think of stepping one foot inside this house in gray sweatpants, Ryan Donnelly.”

Great start :'D

Stop that right now, Madz. You do not get to think those things anymore. You and Ryan are only friends now.

reminder - i wanna read the book where they are together

Gah! Again he has to go and be perfect. I really am an asshole. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, I turn to watch my ex-boyfriend-turned-bestie corral my dog, wondering how I can be so good at writing other people’s happily-ever-afters when I can’t figure out my own.

Or that she can charm her way out of any situation to suit her needs. It’s why I’m being brought in. I’m not a brother or an ex she can manipulate as she sees fit. That’s right, you’re not her brother. Good thing, bro, because the thoughts you’ve been having about her would be illegal if you were.

Being lost in my own musing is the only excuse I have for what happens next. One minute I’m watching her sleep—not like a creeper…okay, maybe a little—wishing our circumstances were different, and the next there’s a shooting current of pain in my balls and I’m convulsing on the floor. Son of a bitch.

Hidden beneath the fluff of my pillow, I shift my hand ever so slightly and stealthily until it’s wrapped around the taser I keep under it.

I’m tiny but mighty, dammit.

“Son—of—a—bitch.” Wait… I know that voice. Is that… “Dex?” “Fuck, Tink.” Sure enough, it’s Dexter Stone writhing in agony. What is he doing here? Ohmygod.

“You should know better than that, Hook.” It’s my turn to bust out the old-school nicknames. Even before he enlisted in the Navy, I always thought he had a roguish pirate appeal. “Don’t try to be cute right now.” It’s clearly meant to come out as a threat, but it falls flat with the hint of a whimper the words hold. “I think you just ruined my chances of ever making baby Dexes.”

“How are the boys doing?” Maddey perches on the armrest of the chair, her long blonde curls tumbling around her face as she peers down at me. I’m never living this down.

“I can take a look if you want.” Rocky joins us, because there definitely weren’t enough people involved in the conversation already. Seriously people, is nothing sacred? Talk about sinking a guy’s battleship. “Blue.” Gage—Rocky’s giant, UFC Heavyweight Champion husband—growls, coming up behind her and wrapping an arm around her middle.

Rocky got married and got a baby. I wanna hear about Jase and Melody soon

Shifting my attention back to the evil pixie, I rap on Maddey’s knee. “You and I need to talk.” “Ooo, so ominous, Hook.” Her dimples peek out as if to say Don’t be mad—you know you’re charmed by us. I hate that they aren’t wrong. “Madison,” I growl. “Relax.” She waves me off, not the least bit intimidated. “Don’t go around full-naming me, Dexter.”

“Damn.” Dex’s manly chuckle does all kinds of things to my girly bits. “I lost you already.” He taps a finger to the middle of my forehead. “Come back from Neverland, Tink.”

this so stinking cute

He scrubs a hand over his face in an attempt to quell what I’m sure is the urge to laugh again. While he wages a battle with his amusement, I fight one against the drive to rub myself against the stubble I hear scratching his palm. Is it soft? Prickly? Would it take away from the soft pillows of his lips when we kiss? How would it feel between my thighs? Aaaand holy Dory I seriously need to learn how to stay on topic. Nemo isn’t the only thing we need to find; my self-control seems to be missing too.

“Not to stroke your ego or anything.” Zoey, Melody’s best friend, steps up beside Cali, running a hand down his arm like there is something else she’d like to stroke.

Zoey and Cali?

“When Just called, I knew it wasn’t a Come out to the coast we’ll get together have a few laughs type of situation, and”—he holds a hand up, cutting off my objection before I can make it—“yes, I know my nuts have enough of a charge to power your phone right now”—I snort, I can’t help it—“but you do need me.” “Hook—” “No.” “Hook—” “No.” He’s resolute. “But—” He gives the barest of squeezes on my neck, not enough to hurt, more like how Trident’s mother would do to keep her pups in line. Holy talking snowman Olaf, the move shouldn’t make my panties flood, but it does.

Can’t have this”—I pinch Dex’s chin between my thumb and forefinger—“pretty face on one while he’s active duty.” Those chocolate eyes bore into me with such intensity my breath catches in my lungs. Holy smolder Flynn Rider, it just became Niagara Falls in my pants.

“De—” She chokes out a sob, her hands coming up and clutching my shirt at the center of my chest.

Maddey’s uncharacteristic display of vulnerability breaks the last of my resolve. I reach out, cupping her face in my hands, tunneling my fingers into her hair and causing the pen securing her bun to come loose, the silky curls brushing against my forearms as they tumble around her. “No.” I pause to clear my throat of the lust and rage blocking it. “Nothing came. I haven’t even checked to see if you have mail.” My thumbs caress the jut of her cheekbones, her lashes fluttering closed as if my touch alone is enough to soothe away all her worries. The complete and utter faith she has in me is a heady thing to experience.

“Rambo was a Green Beret, babe.”

This is it. I’m doing it. After years of imagining what it would be like to kiss Maddey McClain, I’m finally going to know what it’s like. My thumbs press under her chin, tilting her face up higher. A whiff of watermelon hits my nose when I’m centimeters from her mouth. Ah, her lollipop. Closer. I lick my lips in anticipation. Closer. A deep inhalation. Closer. This is it. I close my eyes. Woof! Woof! Maddey and I both jolt from Trident’s impromptu contribution. Fuck! Was I really about to kiss Maddey?

Beast

capital B?

“Very nice.” He reaches for a fresh paper and hip-checks me out of the way. “Now let me show you how it’s really done.” “So cocky.” I giggle but move to the side. “You have no idea, baby.” Wait… What? Is Dex… No. He’s not flirting with me, right? Oh my god I’m losing it.

“Here.” With the headphones covering my ears, it makes hearing his instructions difficult, so he maneuvers my body instead. Hands skim the backs of my arms, every hair rising in the wake of his calloused fingertips. He curls his fingers around my elbows, pressing to lift my arms an inch higher before continuing on down my forearms. His front molds to every inch of my back, his knees bumping against the backs of my thighs, which clench at the familiar bulge resting on the top curve of my ass.

What am I supposed to be doing? Oh, right—shooting. I roll my shoulders back, not thinking of how he dips his fingers into the front pockets of my shorts.

Back and forth Dex traces figure eights on the part of my midriff exposed by the hem of my shirt, my stomach muscles contracting with each pass underneath my belly button. The color drains from my fingertips as I dig them into the metal counter, grounding myself in place instead of turning around and throwing myself at Dex.

This is it. I’m going to kiss Dexter Stone. His lips brush mine and— Ring! Ring!

I loathe that this asshole thinks he has any right to Maddey, that he thinks she belongs to him when I know she’s the other half of my soul.

twenty-six-year-old

Hey. Hey.” Warmth surrounds me and I close my eyes as Dex cups my face between his large hands. “Shit.” His hold tightens. “Look at me, Tink.”

“Something else came in the mail today.” She stiffens, and I want to punch myself in the face even though I’m just the messenger. I’d cut off a limb if I thought it would fix things. When she snuggles deeper into my hold, her arms squeezing me, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt and brushing the skin of my lower back, I’m supremely grateful to have both my arms to keep her close. “Show me.” I don’t want to. I really, really don’t want to. “Tink…”

“Yeah. He offered to have a few guys from the company BoP uses for security help with your case.” “You’re the only one I trust to play bodyguard, Hook.” I crush her to me a second time, smoothing a hand across the back of her head and down her spine. “I know, baby.” Her simple statement means more to me than any medal I’ve been awarded in service to my country.

So when Dex bends to rest his forehead on his mom’s, I need to bite down on my knuckles to keep from sobbing in public. “You did this?” Emotion coats Dex’s voice as he asks. I nod, not wanting to give away how affected I am by witnessing their reunion. “Why?” Is he really asking me that?

“My sister means the world to me.” She means the world to me too. Oh shit. I love her.

Justin stops dead in his tracks, all his focus locking on to me. “I know you will. Of all the people in this world, you are the one I trust most with my sister.” The words hit like a punch in the gut. Maddey is the precious jewel of the McClain family—just don’t let her hear you call her that. The McClains have always been like family, and to hear how highly they regard me means everything. I can only hope that opinion doesn’t change when I make my move to make her mine.

“You and your family are so weird.” Maverick shakes his head. “But I thought your sister’s name was Jordy or something.”

Well this should be interesting. “Hook!” She throws her arms up with a cheer. “Oh no.” She brings the bottle down, trying to hide it behind her hands against her chest. “What’s wrong, Tink?” I can’t stop my lips from curling into a grin at her hand-caught-in-the-cookie-jar expression.

Time to go. With a shake of the head, I stalk across the room, liberate the tequila and pass it to a sober-looking Jordan, and toss Maddey over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Whoooooooa.” Hands smack my ass. “This might not be the safest position for you to have me in, Hook, but I’m not gonna complain about the view.” Another slap, this one followed by a squeeze, honk-honk sound effect included.

Cool air brushes along my lower back as she inches it up, her fingers walking up each vertebrae of my spine like steps as they are revealed. “Stop that, Tink,” I warn, holding the door open for Trident. “Nope.” She reverses the direction of her fingers, this time letting them dip under the band of my boxer briefs. “Madison,” I growl as I smack her ass.

“Fuck you Dexter.” I swing my hips to the left to avoid a nut shot. “Maybe when you’re sober.” She’s too intoxicated for my dirty promise to register.

but the sight of a single tear streaking down Maddey’s cheek is what breaks me. My fingers flex around her wrists, pushing them harder into the truck. I release her hip, grasping the back of her neck in pure possession. My fingers twine their way into her curls, tugging on the strands until her head tips back with the force, angling her face up to mine. I’ve fought this long enough. My attraction. My feelings. The chemistry. I’ve warred with my sense of loyalty to my friends. I can’t deny it any longer. Maddey is mine, and it’s time for her to realize it. Hoo-Yah! I slam my mouth down on

“I was a perfect gentleman. I didn’t even sneak a peek. Because, baby—” I suck in a breath at both the endearment and how he bends, balling his fists and balancing on his knuckles, invading my personal space. The scent of the sea intensifies and a hint of minty toothpaste hits me as he brushes the tip of his nose across my cheek then down the shell of my ear. “—when I get my hands on you again, it will be so much more than copping a feel.”

“Fuck, Princess.” Lower and lower he travels. “You were naked under here all night?” He buries his face in my neck, my body arching into him, rubbing against the hard-on now digging into my stomach. “Panty lines don’t really go with this look.” I wave a hand down my body, but he doesn’t see it because he’s too busy raking down the pulsing vein in my neck with his teeth. “Panty lines,” he growls, his grip on my ass close to bruising.

I have read this somewhere

His stubble and teeth scrape down the side, leaving behind what I’m sure will be a wicked beard burn. “Mine,” he says against my skin. I’m lost in Dex in a way I’ve never experienced before. I hiss with every nip of his teeth then moan with every soothing lave of his tongue that follows in its wake. “You’re mine, Tink.” God! Why are those three words so hot?

breasts. I don’t bother wasting the time to remove the tank—aren’t you glad you took off you bra earlier?—because Dex’s long fingers have snaked their way underneath the lace of my thong and are curling around to the front in search of my center. “Dex.” My head falls back to the fridge with a thunk as two fingers slip inside me with ease.

My eyes snap open at that and meet Dex’s now black ones. He doesn’t mean… “You’re mine, Madz.” Thrust. “I’m going to own every part of you.” A scissor and a pump. “Like you own every part of me.”

“Dex.” “Hook.” He increases the pressure of his thumb. “Dex,” I challenge. “Call me Dex one more fucking time.” He yanks me closer, a wave of water spilling over the edge behind him. There’s not an inch of space between our lower halves. Oh this poor man.

“Sonofabitch,” Lyle hisses. “Damn you and your super squirrel powers—you got me off topic.” “I bet I can get you off,” Dex whispers in my ear. Yes he can.

“Mmm,” Dex hums against me. “Sounds delicious.” I reach back, blindly feeling around for his mouth to shut him up. I need to wrap this call up.

“I love you.” She gasps and shakes her head. “No you don’t.” “The fuck I don’t.” I bring my forehead down to rest on hers. “I love you and have loved you for years.” Even if I only just made the connection. “Dex.” She chokes out a sob, squeezing her eyes shut tight. “Look at me, Tink.” Forever passes before she does as she’s told. “I. Love. You.”