Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) by Sibylla Matilde Read Free Book Online Page A

fog had settled low in the valley with the cool morning. From this vantage point, it made the city almost disappear.
    When she heard my voice, her shoulders stiffened. Quickly she turned around to face me.
    At first glance, she had looked so removed. Yet, as I walked closer, I realized that she was too rigid. Her affect was forced. I noted a slight rise and fall of her breasts, shaky and unsure. The cold, pale light through the window lit the troubled thoughts in her deep brown eyes.
    She was far from removed.
    “It’s probably best that I do,” she whispered in a hushed tone, “what with our sordid history and all.”
    Without thinking, I stepped closer, instantly recognizing my mistake. Once I was near her, I wanted to touch her. I wanted to drag her off into some closet and fuck her.
    Of course, I always wanted to fuck her.
    To be fair, I pretty much wanted to fuck everyone I saw.
    But I couldn’t fuck her. Not again. Not now. No matter that, standing in front of her, the temptation was so much harder to resist. We hadn’t been this close since that night. Not even that one morning in my office.
    “They’re a great bunch of girls,” I continued in a low voice, “loyal as the day is long. They’d be good friends to have, and you shouldn’t miss out on that because of me.”
    “I’m not here for very long,” she replied with a gentle shake of her head. “I need to focus on school. On finishing. Not on friends. Not right now. I don’t need friends.”
    “Everyone needs friends, Rain.”
    “I don’t. Not here. Not when I’m just going to leave in a few months.”
    “Rain—”
    “Justin,” she sighed with a hint of exasperation.
    The sound of my name whispered from her lips reminded me of the other time I’d heard her say it. That night with Cole as we made our way to the bedroom. I felt a fresh surge of hot blood rush straight to my cock.
    Her voice dropped to become barely audible. “In class, it’s like there’s a window… or a screen. You’re on the other side. Untouchable. Seeing you outside of class yesterday, though… it was just weird. It was…”
    Knowing I shouldn’t but unable to stop myself, I stepped a hair closer.
    Her voice trailed off with a faint tremble of her lips. A shiver I wanted to taste. My dick ached with the thought of it all.
    For a tense moment, we just kind of stared at each other.
    “I don’t fuck students,” I finally muttered. My mantra, said with quiet emphasis, mostly to remind myself.
    “I don’t fuck professors,” she replied, echoing my tone. Echoing my desire and fragile resolve.
    I closed my eyes. I tried to force the overwhelming need to touch her from my fingertips. Yet all I wanted to do was to grab her and kiss her. To devour her.
    A quick movement sounded in my ears, and I opened my eyes to see her hurrying away. She didn’t look back. Not even a peek. I knew that because I couldn’t tear my eyes away until long after she’d disappeared.
     

     
    Friday night. Gig night at the Copperline. The euphoria of jamming with the guys brought a sweet nostalgia. The fans out in the crowd, blowing me lipstick kisses and flashing suggestive smiles. I could almost convince myself that it was like the good old days.
    Except for one table where four chicks sat.
    Denny’s wife Felicity, Cody’s wife Ilsa, Drew’s wife Raven, and even our friend Brannon’s very pregnant wife-to-be-someday Sophie. Four living, breathing reminders that those days were long gone. It didn’t matter how super hot they were. Even Sophie was hot, somehow, pregnant as fuck and looking like she might go into labor any second.
    My buddies were so fucking gone, taking the life I had relished with them.
    Bastards .
    I spotted Laura waiting tables across the room. In the past, I’d always been a little careful with her. She was a great lay, but she had the tendency to get a little clingy after sex. I sensed that she was angling for the security she thought a man might bring