Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (56 page)

Chapter Three -Mackenzie

“Are you sure you want to go home with me?
I mean—if you do, I’m totally thrilled, but I can drop you off at your car if
you want to wait a little bit.”

I grinned at Patrick as I fastened my
seatbelt. I was a little uneasy at the fact that I had started to become turned
on while Landon was still with us, but now that Patrick and I were alone
together, I wouldn’t have let him drop me off at my car if he paid me.

“I am absolutely sure that if you try to
avoid sex with me, I’m going to be disappointed no matter how great the rest of
the night has gone,” I told him. Patrick chuckled and turned the key in the
ignition, starting up the car. He pulled out of the driveway and turned onto
the street, and as soon as he straightened the car out, he reached over and
took my hand in his.

“I’m not even sure if the apartment is
worth seeing,” Patrick told me, shaking his head and smiling. “It’s pretty much
a constant disaster area, no matter how often I make Landon clean up after
himself.”

I shrugged, rubbing my thumb against his
palm. “You live with a five-year-old boy,” I pointed out. “I would be more
weirded out if your place was absolutely spotless.”

“As long as you know what you’re getting
into,” Patrick said, raising an eyebrow. I giggled and nodded.

“I can deal with some mess,” I told him
again. “I’m just glad to be alone with you again.”

“You have no idea,” Patrick told me, his
hand tightening on mine. “I kept wishing I could spend the day with you all
alone ever since the last date.”

“Even with how weird things were?”

I looked at Patrick sharply. It was hard
to believe that even when things had been strained between us—and I still
didn’t quite know why—he had been thinking about me, wanting to be alone with
me.

“That was my fault,” Patrick said,
shifting uncomfortably.

“How’s that?” I kept playing my thumb
against his warm, dry palm, tracing the lines as Patrick drove us out of
Jessica’s neighborhood and towards his place.

“I got all in my own head,” Patrick
explained. “I had been…well, I guess you probably realize that with Landon I
have to be pretty serious about anyone that I date. I can’t just have a lot of
casual flings.”

“I can get that,” I said, nodding.

“And things had been going so well between
us that I wanted to kind of—sound you out, I guess. See if you were looking for
something more than what we’d been up to.”

“Not looking for it exactly,” I said,
thinking about what he said. “But I’m not against the idea of things getting
serious.”

“I was trying to find out without being
direct,” Patrick said. He sighed. “That was why I asked you all those questions
about getting married and having kids. I wanted to know whether you’d be okay
becoming part of a family.”

“I’ve been thinking about that a lot,” I
told him. “I’m…” I took a deep breath and tried to think of how to say what I
wanted to say. “I was worried that you wouldn’t think I’d be a good part of
Landon’s life. And I don’t know if I’m exactly ready, but I’m not—I’m not
against the idea of becoming a more stable part of you and Landon’s life.”

“One of the things Jessica beat me up over
was the fact that I didn’t just ask you outright what you wanted—and what you
were comfortable with—in the relationship,” Patrick said. He shook his head
briefly. “I can see I was just being an idiot.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly at my best on that
either,” I said; I didn’t want him to feel completely horrible about how things
had almost gone wrong between us. It was only fair to take my own part of the
responsibility. “I didn’t really know what to say when you asked about family
and marriage…it’s been so long since I’ve really thought about it as something
I could have.”

“I’m glad that we had a chance to talk
alone,” Patrick said. “I’m not about to tell Landon that you’re going to be his
new mom, but I wanted to make sure everything was clear between us, and that we
both knew where we stood.”

“That’s a good idea,” I said. My heart
beat faster in my chest; I’d never been to Patrick’s place but from the way he
was driving I could tell we were getting closer by the moment.
 
He turned into a driveway outside of a
nice-looking clump of row houses, and let go of my hand long enough to park the
car before turning to me once more.

“I want you to know,” Patrick said slowly.
“I love you.”

I stared at him, stunned by his
confession.

“I know it’s really soon to say it, and
I’m not telling you to try and make you say it back, but I love you.”

“You do?” My voice came out in a squeak.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone
since my wife passed away,” Patrick told me. “Joanne was a wonderful woman, and
if she had lived she would have been a great mom to Landon; but I’ve come to
terms with the fact that she’s gone and never coming back.” He licked his lips
and held my gaze for a long moment of silence. “I don’t want you to ever think
that I’m comparing you to her, or that you come in second, or anything like
that. I care about you. I want to see where this goes.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling through the
tears that had started to form in my eyes at his beautiful words. “I—I don’t
know if I can say ‘I love you, too’ just yet—I’m still kind of jumbled up
inside. But I care about you a lot. I like you a lot; and I like Landon too.
You’re the best guy I’ve ever met.” I swallowed against the tight feeling in my
throat and suddenly my whole body began to relax.

Patrick leaned in close and brushed his
lips against mine. I kissed him back slowly at first, almost hesitating from
how strangely nervous I felt. Then as Patrick deepened the kiss, I wrapped my
arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me, pressing my body against
his in the little bit of space we had in the front of the SUV. For what felt
like almost an hour we did nothing more than kiss, holding each other, touching
each other all over, exploring each other’s bodies through our clothes as our
tongues slid against each other.

I felt the heat building up inside of me,
my muscles tightening, and every moment I became more and more turned on as
Patrick broke away from my lips to kiss along the column of my throat, down to
the collar of my sweater and then back up to my mouth once more. I felt like I
was on fire, tingling all over, and when I broke away from his lips to catch my
breath, I could see the condensation fogging the windows. “Maybe we should go
inside,” I suggested breathlessly. Patrick looked around, dazed, and then
nodded, chuckling lowly.

He opened the door on the driver’s side.
“Stay right there,” he told me quickly, and I nodded, even though I was too
turned on to be able to make sense of what he wanted from me. I watched as he
climbed out and then walked around to the passenger side, opening my door for
me. I unbuckled my seat belt and then somehow tumbled into his arms, bringing
my mouth up to his for another kiss. We stayed like that for a few moments
before the cold was too much for us both. I pressed my body against his,
exploring his broad back, tasting his lips over and over again.

Then Patrick broke away from my lips and
closed the door behind me, taking my hand in his and leading me quickly to the
entrance to his house. He dropped the keys trying to get the door unlocked and
cursed, bending over to pick them up off of the welcome mat. His second try was
more successful, and in the span of a few heartbeats, he had the door open and
propelled me through it. Patrick pushed me up against the door and kissed me
hungrily, his hands moving all over my body, touching and teasing me
everywhere. I moaned against his lips, my nerves tingling, getting hotter and
wetter every moment as I kissed him back and let my hands explored his body all
over.

Somehow, I realized, my clothes were
starting to fall away; my coat was off, dropped to the floor, and I felt
Patrick’s fingers moving up along the buttons on my sweater. He pulled me away
from the door and broke away from my lips panting, his eyes dark with obvious
desire as he met my gaze. “We can stop any time you want,” he told me, looking
almost uncertain.

“If you stop right now I’m going to be
really upset,” I said, taking a moment to catch my breath. Patrick led me
through the living room and I glanced around quickly, remembering his remark
about the mess; I could barely qualify the few toys I saw scattered around the
room to even be messy at all. I dismissed the idea, pushing it aside as Patrick
stopped at a door. He turned the knob and pulled me through it in his wake,
bringing my hand up to his lips to kiss it lightly. He didn’t close the door
behind us, but just pulled me close to him in the darkness, wrapping his arms
around my waist. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt myself heating up all
over; I could feel my inner muscles flexing with the thought of the sex to
come, the memory of how good it had been before.

I gasped when I felt the cool air against
my skin and realized that more and more of my clothes were falling away from my
body, hitting the floor or flying across the room as Patrick stripped them off
of me. I started to work on his clothes, tugging his sweater over his head,
throwing it aside without even looking to see where it ended up in the
darkness. I pulled the shirt underneath free of his pants, letting my
fingertips graze his skin as I undressed him. I wanted to tease him every bit
as much as he was teasing me.

Patrick stepped back from me, turning a
light on in the bedroom, and I blushed as he took in every inch of my body. “I
was such an idiot,” Patrick said, shaking his head slowly. “Such an idiot for
almost letting you slip away.” He stepped closer to me again and then started
guiding me towards the bed, his hands trailing over my body slowly, caressing
me everywhere. My pussy was already soaking wet, my skin tingling, and I stood
up on the balls of my feet to kiss Patrick as he pressed me down onto the bed
on my back.

He reached down between my legs and I
shivered as his fingers brushed up against me, stroking up and down slowly,
pressing deeper as he teased me. My hips began to move in reaction, my whole
body twisting and writhing as he found my clit by touch. I’d somehow managed to
forget just how good it felt to have him touch me, play with me. He shifted on
top of me and I felt the hardness of his cock digging into my thigh, the heat
of his skin almost burning, the slickness of the precum already beginning to
flow.

I moaned out as Patrick started to rub and
stroke my clit more firmly, one of his fingers drifting down to slide up and
down my inner labia, not quite pushing inside of me, teasing me for what felt
like ages. I squirmed underneath him, getting more and more turned on, my
breath catching in my throat. Patrick kissed me everywhere, over and over
again, capturing my lips with his and then trailing his mouth down to my
breasts to worship them with his lips and tongue. He slid one finger inside of
me slowly, pushing past the resistance of my body, the flexing of my muscles,
and I cried out, arching up, twisting my hips down into his touch. I reached
down and groped at Patrick’s body until my fingers found his cock, hard and
heavy; I wrapped my hand around him and began to stroke him just like he was
teasing me. Patrick groaned, shuddering against me, his fingers working me
faster.

We both squirmed and writhed and twisted
against each other in Patrick’s bed, bringing each other to the edge of climax
and then slowing down until I thought I might go crazy or maybe even die if I
didn’t get off. I pulled back, panting and gasping for breath, and looked
Patrick in the eyes. “I’m so close,” I told him, almost whimpering from how
needy I was, how much I wanted him.

“Me too,” he told me, his voice ragged and
hoarse. He slipped his fingers away from me; the next moment I felt the heat of
his hard cock pressing against my entrance as he guided himself along my folds.
He shifted on top of me and my whole body tensed up, waiting for the next
movement. Patrick thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch, and I
moaned out, wrapping my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down to take him
deeper. His hands wandered all over me as he rocked against me, his hard, thick
cock rubbing against my inner walls, and I kissed him everywhere my lips could
reach. I fell into his rhythm, twisting my hips down and arching up as he
thrust deeper and deeper inside of me.

I lost all track of time, wrapped up in
the sensations, how good it felt to have Patrick’s body pressed against mine,
to feel his cock inside of me. He started to move faster and harder and I met
his thrusts, moaning out again and again as I came closer and closer to orgasm.
I felt the tension mounting inside of me with every movement of Patrick’s hips,
and all at once something snapped, and the last of my self-control dissolved as
wave after wave of pleasure washed through me, driving every thought out of my
head. I barely even noticed Patrick hitting his own orgasm; but when I felt the
sticky-slick heat of his come gush into me, my climax intensified and I clung
to him, moving until neither of us could possibly move anymore. We both sagged
against the bed, panting and gasping, and I fell into a happy, satisfied doze,
my cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowed
down.