Dirty Boy by Nichole Rose

Chapter Nine

Dante

 

"Hey," Ella says, sitting up on the couch. Her hair is all tangled around her face and there's a pillow crease on her cheek. She rubs her eyes and blinks at me, looking all sweet and sleepy. She hasn't gotten much rest for the last few weeks. Between the situation with her father, her job, and our impending move to campus, she's had a lot on her plate and her mind.

Her father and Tarasov were arrested a week ago on drug trafficking charges after both of their homes were raided. Most of the groundwork was already in place. What little Ella knew filled in some gaps, but the case against her father was already solid. I'm grateful as hell to Agent Roarke for making sure she knew exactly how much they already knew. It helped ease her mind.

The entire state has been in an uproar since her father's arrest, but Chelsea, Nan, and I try to keep Ella distracted so she doesn't have time to obsess over the news coverage. She cried for two days when Roarke told us her father was in custody. It broke my fucking heart for her, but she's handling it. Better than I expected, truthfully. That's not to say it's been easy for her, because it hasn't. I try to remind her every day that none of this is her fault. I think she knows that, but it's still hard for her. As Bryant reminded me, guilt and grief aren't always rational.

Roarke told Ella she could see her father if she wanted, but I don't think she's ready for that yet. She may never be ready, and that's all right. He put her in a position she never should have been in. If she never wants to see him again, I'll support her. I think she needs to see him at some point, but I hope the news I have for her today will ease her mind until she feels ready.

"Hey," I say, stripping my shirt off and using it to mop sweat from my body.

Her gaze runs over me, her hazel eyes darkening. The tip of her tongue appears between her lips before her teeth sink into the bottom one. Her cheeks flush, letting me know exactly what she's thinking about.

"You see something you like, baby girl?" I ask, grinning.

"You're sweaty."

"It's hot outside."

"It's hot in here," she mumbles under her breath, hooking a finger into the top of her shirt and pulling it away from her skin. I think she says something about Thor, but I can't hear what. It's not the first time she's mentioned Thor. I'm a little afraid to ask what she's talking about. I'm not exactly prepared to fly to Los Angeles to punch Chris Hemsworth in the face if she has a thing for him. I mean, he's fucking Thor. Do I look like I want to punch a god?

Her gaze drifts down my abdomen before settling on my cock. She looks at me like I'm a snack, her tongue running across her bottom lip. My dick bobs like he's waving hello at her. Shit, he might be. All she has to do is look at him, and he's ready to go.

I'm in her at every available opportunity, but it still isn't often enough. I want her incessantly. It doesn't matter where we are or what we're doing, part of me is thinking about fucking her again. I don't know if it's like this for everyone, or if we're fucking like rabbits because we were both virgins until a month ago…but we can't keep our hands off each other. Living in separate dorms is going to piss me off.

That shit'll be changing as soon as I can make it happen. There's no way we're sleeping apart for the entire year. Especially since I won't be on campus with her next year. We still have a lot of shit to figure out, but we'll figure it out together. I meant what I said when I told her that nothing will ever change us. This thing between us is permanent.

Which is exactly why I asked Bryant to look into her father in the first place. Letting her continue worrying and stressing about it didn't sit well with me. Taking care of her is my job now, and I knew she wouldn't really be able to move forward when she was still looking over her shoulder, waiting for her father to catch up to her.

I wish like hell I could have made it go away for her, but her father is a shady motherfucker and so is his partner-in-crime. They both deserve to spend the rest of their lives behind bars. I think Ella knows that too, but she still loves her father.

"If you're hot, you should take your shirt off," I suggest, circling around the couch toward her. She tilts her head back so I can kiss her. I place my hand on her throat and then slip it beneath her shirt to touch her tits. "These need air, baby girl. They might suffocate."

She laughs against my lips. "You are so full of it."

"I want you full of it," I growl and then bite her lip just because I can. "It's been too long since I was inside you."

"It's been two hours, Dante."

"Exactly. That's too long."

She laughs again, shaking her head, and then she pulls back. "I thought you were going to pick up Chelsea after your run."

"I was." I slide my hand out of her shirt. "But something came up."

"What?" she asks, tensing slightly.

"Come shower with me and I'll tell you," I say, wrapping my arms around her waist to lift her into my arms. I love how she lets me move her all around. I never knew picking someone up or carrying them around could be so damn satisfying. Hell, I never knew showering with someone could be either. But I love getting her all wet and soapy.

"I already showered."

"Yeah, but I didn't fuck you in the shower, so it doesn't count."

"Dante!" She buries her face in my shoulder, laughing. She doesn't tell me no though. Instead, she lets me carry her down the hall to the bathroom.

I sit her on the vanity while I start the water.

"Jesus," I groan, squeezing my dick when I turn around to find her naked from the waist up, her tits on full display. Her nipples are hard pink pebbles. I left hickeys all over them this morning. She pretended to be mad about it, but we both know how loud she begged me for more when I was leaving them on her.

I kick my shoes off and then yank my shorts down, wrapping a fist around my dick.

"Play with your tits, baby girl," I demand, stroking my cock.

She blushes like she's shy, but she gives me what I want, cupping her tits in her hands. Her thumbs run in circles around her nipples before she pinches them.

"Dante," she moans, her eyes all dark and needy. She pinches her nipples again, squirming on top of the vanity.

"Take your shorts off, Ella. Touch your pussy for me."

Her gaze flies to mine, equally parts shy and excited.

"Do it, baby girl," I growl. "I want to watch you make yourself come before I fuck you."

"I…Okay," she whispers. She leans back against the mirror and lifts her hips to shimmy out of her shorts and panties. Her cheeks are pink, but she doesn't let that stop her. She thinks she isn't brave, but she's wrong about that. When she wants something, she is fearless. I've never met anyone like her before and I know I never will again. She is one-of-a-kind. And she's all mine.

"God, yeah, that looks good," I groan, stroking my cock faster as she spreads her legs, letting me see her pussy. She's bare and so damn pink. She's also soaked. "Touch yourself, Ella."

She slips her hand down her belly and then onto her mound. Her breath comes in choppy pants as her fingers slide through her folds and then circle her clit. She keeps her eyes on my cock the entire time, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth. She's flushed from the top of her head all the way down her chest.

"Dante," she whines.

"Fuck yourself with your fingers, Ella. Pretend it's me. Wait." I stomp the few feet across the bathroom to her. "Get my dick wet first. I want to feel you on me while you're making yourself come."

"Dante," she moans, almost like she's chastising me. I hear the hitch in her breath though and see the way she shivers. She loves when I talk dirty to her. Which is a good thing since I have zero control over my mouth when she's naked. She pulls her hand away from her pussy, using her juices to slick up my cock.

I grip onto the vanity with both hands, trying to keep myself from pulling her forward to impale her on my cock when she wraps her hand around me. She strokes me a few times, making sure my shaft is good and wet.

"Now fuck yourself with your fingers, Ella," I demand, pulling out of her hand before she makes me come. It doesn't take much with her. I'd probably be embarrassed about that if she didn't keep my dick hard. Once is never enough for me when it comes to her.

She's so turned on that she doesn't waste any time touching her pussy this time. She goes right for it. And fuck me, I wish I could film this to watch on repeat for the rest of my life. She's sprawled across the vanity, her legs spread wide. Her eyes are dark honey, her lips parted on a moan. She's so wet I hear the wet squelch of her fingers as she fucks herself with them.

I jerk my cock in time to her thrusts, watching the way she plays with herself. She's fearless here too, fucking her fingers like they're my cock. Within minutes, she's on the edge, squirming all over the place as she chases her orgasm.

"Look at me," I demand, wanting her eyes on me while she gets herself off. There's nothing more beautiful than watching her come. Her orgasms always take her little by little. She whines first, and then her lips part. Her entire body goes taut and then starts shaking. She fights to keep her eyes open.

This time is no different. She whines my name as the orgasm hits her, her body shaking. Her eyes roll as she fights to keep them focused on me. She's so goddamn beautiful.

I pull her hand away from her pussy, needing inside her now. She doesn't even have time to cry out before I'm yanking her hips forward to impale her on my cock. Her pussy flutters around my length as aftershocks work through her system.

"Give me your fingers," I growl, fucking her hard. As soon as she holds her hand out to me, I pop her fingers in my mouth, sucking her juices from them. And then I want to stop what I'm doing and eat her because she tastes delicious. But we don't have time for that, or we'll be taking a cold shower.

I pound into her, playing with her clit at the same time, trying to get her there again as quickly as possible. She writhes on the vanity, knocking shit off the side of it. Steam swirls around the bathroom, plastering tendrils of hair to her face.

"You get tighter every damn time I get in you," I groan, not sure how that's possible. Even though I'm in her nearly daily—usually more than once—she can barely take all of me. My cock nudges her cervix with every thrust, which only makes her moan louder. She loves that shit. Let's be honest though, she loves everything I do to her. My girl is as insatiable as I am.

"That's because you're s-so big," she sobs, clawing at the vanity. "God, Dante. I'm going…I'm going to…"

Fuck yeah, she is.

"Give it to me, baby girl." I run my thumb in circles around her clit as her walls flutter around me again, hugging my cock exactly right. I pump my hips, making sure my dick hits her g-spot.

She shouts my name, and a flood of her juices soaks my cock. She gets so wet, she drips down my balls, which is sexy as hell to me. I'd wear her all over me and not regret a second of it. Her smell, her taste, everything about her turns me the hell on.

I pound into her, roaring when her pussy locks down around my cock as if demanding my orgasm. I give it to her, locking my legs in place to keep from falling over as it hits me. Pleasure rips through me, rising in intensity every time her pussy pulses around my cock. I practically writhe on my feet, lost to her and how damn good it feels.

My teammates have given me a lot of shit over the years about being a virgin. I let it roll off my back, confident in my decision to wait for the one meant for me. I'm glad as hell I did because this right here, the way I feel about her and the way I feel with her, was worth it.

"Fuck me," I groan, tipping my head forward to rest it against hers.

Ella giggles, which does interesting things to my dick.

"What?" I ask, sliding out of her before we really do run out of hot water. I brush her hair away from her face, smiling at the sight of her amused expression.

"You said fuck me, but I already did," she says, giggling again.

I shake my head and chuckle before pulling her into my arms to kiss the shit out of her. Once she's suitably breathless, I carry her to the shower. Thankfully, there's a little hot water left. I don't know how long it's going to last though, so I quickly wash up before turning to clean her up.

"Mm," she moans, letting me rub body wash all over her. "That feels good."

"You feel good," I say, thrusting my hands between her legs to clean her up there. She squeaks like she's embarrassed, which is just fucking cute. She does it every time I clean her up. I hope she never loses that innocence. "Washing me off you would piss me off if I didn't know I get to dirty you all up again later."

"I like having you on me," she says.

"Yeah?" I rinse her off and then pull her into my arms to cuddle her.

"Mmhmm."

We stand quietly for a minute before she tips her head back to look at me. "You said something came up," she says, her gaze flitting across my face. "What happened?"

"Agent Roarke called."

She flinches, tension entering her expression.

"Hey," I murmur, brushing my lips across her forehead. "It's okay. It's good news this time."

"Oh. Um, what is it?"

"The federal prosecutor offered your father a plea bargain in exchange for his testimony against Tarasov," I say.

"Really?" Her eyes grow big.

"Mmhmm. He'll still do prison time, baby girl. There's no avoiding that for him at this point, but they're willing to give him a reduced sentence on the trafficking charges."

"How reduced?"

"Thirty years. He'll be eligible for parole in twenty." They didn't have enough to charge him with the homicide in Knoxville. I guess the body was never recovered and no one was willing to talk.

"Oh," she whispers.

"Come on, let's get out," I say, turning off the water and pulling her out of the shower. I wrap a fuzzy towel around her before grabbing one for myself. Once I'm dry, I set to work on drying her off. "They agreed not to seize his house either."

"That's good, I guess," she says, a little furrow between her brows.

"He wants you to have it, Ella."

She blinks wide eyes at me.

"Roarke said he was very clear about wanting you to have the house."

She gapes at me, clearly lost for words.

"He's not mad at you for what happened, baby girl," I whisper, the words I think she's needed to hear for a while now. "He doesn't blame you. He left you the house to ensure you're taken care of while he's in prison."

"Dante," she says as tears fill her eyes. And then she's sobbing so hard I'm a little afraid she's going to hyperventilate. I sweep her up in my arms and carry her down the hall to the bedroom.

"Shh, baby girl," I croon once she's in my arms, her tears soaking my shoulder. Watching her cry breaks my heart, but I know she needs to get it out. Even though he doesn't deserve her, she still loves her dad. She's been afraid that he would hate her for turning on him. I don't like the son of a bitch for the things he did, but I'm grateful to him for giving her this. She needed it, perhaps more than either of us realized.

It takes her a while to cry herself out and then she just lies quietly in my arms, letting me hold her. I already let Nan and Chelsea know we were going to have to reschedule our plans today. I figured Ella would crack once I told her the news. Chelsea understood, as much as she can, anyway. She already thinks of my girl as a sister.

"I thought he would hate me," she finally whispers, her voice scratchy.

"I know." I run my hands up and down her bare back. "But your dad is a smart man, Ella. He may be a criminal, but he didn't become the Attorney General being stupid. He knows this is his fault. He loves you, even if he's been shit at showing it."

"I don't know how I feel about him. It's all tangled up and confused."

"You love him."

"Yeah," she whispers, almost like she's afraid to admit it.

"And you're mad at him."

"I'm so mad. And disappointed. And I guess a little sad too."

"I think anyone would feel the same way in your shoes," I say. "But, Ella, even if he's done some awful shit, you're allowed to love him. He's your dad. That doesn't change just because he's this other thing too."

"Okay," she says. "Do you think…?"

"What?"

"If I want to see him later, would you go with me?" she asks.

"Yeah, baby girl. If you decide you want to see him sometime, I'll go with you," I promise. There's no way I'd let her go alone. "But until you're ready to do that, you can always write or call him if you decide you want to talk to him."

"Thank you," she says, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "For everything, I mean. I bet you didn't think this is what your summer would look like when you hit my car, was it?"

"No," I agree, hooking my finger beneath her chin to lift her head. Her eyes are red and puffy. Her nose is red too. She's still gorgeous. I don't think there's a single thing about her that I don't love. "I don't regret a second of it, Ella. Hitting your car was the best damn thing I ever did."

She studies me for a minute and then a tiny smile curves her lips upward. "You aren't supposed to be glad you got in a wreck, Dante."

"Fuck the rules," I growl, making her smile wider.

Her soft laughter washes over me, and I know she's going to be okay. No, she'll be better than that. Because I'm going to make sure of it. Every damn day until we're old and gray and she's fussing at me for slapping her ass in front of the grandkids. Which I probably will do because her ass is incredible.

She is incredible, and I can't fucking wait to spend the rest of my life being the lucky bastard who gets to love her. Hitting her car was the best thing I ever did. Fake drowning is a close second. They brought her into my life. And that could never be a bad thing.

"I love you, Ella Morgan. I love every damn second we've spent together."

Her expression softens, pure love welling up in the depths. "I love you too, Dante," she whispers, tipping her head back in a silent demand for kisses.

I give them to her, of course. And then I give her something else. Obviously. She's naked and sprawled on top of me in bed. There's no way I'm not getting inside her again. As many times as she'll let me. Because this right here? This is where I belong. This is my future. She's my reason, my heart.

It's funny because I always thought the NFL was my future. But the moment I set eyes on her, I realized I was wrong. Marriage. Kids. Making this woman happy for the rest of my life. That's my future…and it's looking pretty fucking bright from where I'm sitting.