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  Filthy

  A Step-Brother Romance #1

  Copyright © J.L. Beck 2016 All rights reserved.

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  Dedication

  To those girls with the dirty little minds, this one’s for you.

  READER WARNING

  Readers. This book is one of fiction, therefore, you may discover that things move a lot faster than expected. This book isn’t insta-love, but it does contain elements of it. This book is meant to be a fun read. There is explicit sex in it, and things may move a lot faster than you like. I’m truly sorry if that bothers you, but it worked for the characters in the book. Please take all this into account while reading.

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  J.L. Beck is the best selling author of many series including: The Kingpin Love Affair Series, Bittersweet Series, Worth It Series, Project Series, and Ties Series. She's best known for weaving a tale, that ends with your mouth hanging open, and your hands gripping the edge of your seat.

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  Talon Reed was A Pig

  I knew an asshole when I met one. They carried themselves in a different way than others did. You could tell by the way they spoke and the things they talked about. That’s why the very first time I met Talon Reed I knew he was a male-chauvinist pig. The guy you secretly wanted to fuck but didn’t want to hear speak while doing so. I hated his guts, and I was pretty sure he knew it.

  “Mia…” My name fell from his lips almost daily. I turned around in my chair and glared at him. He didn’t care for someone like me, and honestly I didn’t care for him either. Still he continued this charade of cat and mouse almost daily.

  “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath as I watched his lips pull up into a cocky smirk. You could say that I was one of the few women at Central Heights University that hadn’t slept with him, which was true. And that—that was why I was so immune to his charms—but in reality it was all because he was just a prick.

  “I thought about you last night, and the night before, and…” I could feel his breath on my ear and smell his cologne like I was the person wearing it. I couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t smell heavenly, though. His scent was something that could be bottled up and sold for millions out in the world.

  “Usually when a person calls someone an asshole they want nothing to do with them,” I growled, interrupting him and narrowing my eyes in anger. I refused to meet his stare, though. I was too weak for that. One look into those steel-blue-gray eyes and I would be done for, as most were. There was just something about the smolder that he gave you that made your heart do that little pitter-patter in your chest.

  “Don’t you want to hear about my dream?” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and I was sure there was still a lingering smirk on his face even though I had already turned around to face the professor, as Talon should be doing himself.

  I straightened my posture and gripped the pen in my hand harder, imagining it as if it was Talon’s neck I was squeezing.

  “Don’t lie, beautiful,” he hissed. I could feel others in the room looking at us. The asshole was drawing attention, and I didn’t like it.

  “Why don’t you just go back to whatever it is you were thinking about before, and leave me the fuck alone.” I couldn’t help but raise my voice a little bit just to prove my point.

  Everyone in the classroom was staring by now, their eyes gawking and making up rumors as we spoke. Talon’s smile stayed in place as if he had truly won whatever battle he thought was being fought between the two of us.

  “Mia? Talon? Is there something that you would like to tell the class?” Professor Hank asked, irritation clearly being heard in his voice. I wanted to tell him I felt the same irritation, but instead I faced forward in my seat shaking my head no. My cheeks heated and sweat began to form on my palms.

  “Nah, I was just telling Mia how beautiful she was,” Talon spoke, and I kid you not every female in the room seemed to sigh.

  Dick. Asshole. Fucker. A list a mile long of swear words were on the verge of spilling from my mouth. The room settled down, and Professor Hank shifted his attention back to the chalkboard, his eyes shifting to where Talon and I sat every few minutes. I wasn’t above asking to be moved, not in the least bit and if it came down to it I would.

  I jotted down notes for the rest of the hour, not paying attention to the growing heat against my neck or the fact that I could practically feel Talon’s eyes eating away at my skin. The man knew how to make a girl feel insecure, that was for sure. I had known Talon about a year, and all I ever heard about
was the heartache and pleasure he caused. When my mom accepted a job at the local hospital after my father’s death and I had been selected to attend college here, I knew that this was the place I needed to be. Being able to stay with my mom and attend school would only make the expense of college cheaper. I wasn’t afraid to be one of those kids that still lived at home, if it didn’t cost me money out of pocket.

  We were being dismissed from class, when a piece of paper landed on one of my books. I shot a death glare over my shoulder at Talon who had just stood from his seat and wrapped an arm around one of his blonde girlfriends. Which one, I didn’t know. He had a different flavor everyday.

  Turning my attention back to the piece of crumbled up paper, I opened it smoothing out the edges so that I could read it.

  Don’t lie about the way you feel, Mia. You might think I’m an asshole, but it doesn’t mean you don’t want to fuck my brains out any less.

  -T

  I bit my lip in anger, even though I could feel wetness against my panties. I wanted him. I was a woman, and I liked sex, but even I didn’t feel that he was worthy enough for someone like me. I had to fight against everything he threw at me every single day to make sure I didn’t become just like one of the other hundred notches on his belt.

  Picking up my belongings, I waited till he was out of the room and out of sight. I didn’t need him knowing the way he made me feel. It would just be used against me as a ploy to get me to take my panties off and offer up the goods sooner. After all, Talon wasn’t stupid, but he didn’t have me fooled.

  I was the last one of out of the classroom and as I headed toward my next class I realized I had spent far too much time hiding out.

  “Did you like my note?” I knew the second I heard his voice I was in trouble. My eyes stayed trained on his feet, which were covered with a pair of black Nikes. He had on a pair of distressed fit jeans, and a gray Henley covered his chest and hid his impeccable muscles. His sharp jaw and the curve of his lips as he smiled at me, made my belly hurt. My eyes drifted up to his hair, which was a dark brown and Iwanted to run my fingers through it, tug on it.

  My mouth started to water, but at the same time, I felt like vomiting. He was good enough for someone like me. I didn’t need to be told that. Instead of responding to him after I ogled him I shoved past him, lowering my shoulder into his chest. I wanted to prove to him I wanted to be left alone even if I secretly didn’t want to.

  “Oh you’re going to play hard to get, like you don’t want me as much as I want you. Hate adds fuel to the fire, baby…” His voice was sex on a stick. Still this wasn’t anything new. He would annoy me to death then hunt me down, and I would eventually turn him down again and again. I was good at that. He was good at trying, I would give him that.

  “Different day, same bullshit,” I muttered as I headed toward my next class, my mind of course drifting back to the fact that Talon wasn’t someone I wanted to get involved with, but at the same time my body wished for his touch. I had to remind myself of how disgusting it was that he just had his arm over that girl but was now trying to hook up with me.

  “I mean it. We don’t have to like each other to screw, Mia.” Fuck! Talon’s hand on my shoulder forcing me to face him startled me to silent. I couldn’t form words, so I simply stared at him.

  I wanted to say yes; God did I want to say yes, but I knew better. I knew that if I wasn’t invested now, I could be some day. I didn’t need him anymore than I needed a bullet in my head.

  “Talon…” His name even on my lips made me rub my thighs together. I needed to end this assault the asshole that he was playing every day. I couldn’t let someone like him consume me.

  “Lying makes it worse. I can see it in the way your cheeks heat every time I speak to you.” His thumb reached out grazing over my skin, his eyes begging me to meet his. I couldn’t. Goosebumps flared across my body as a shudder worked its way up my back.

  Talon leaned into my face, his breath against my lips. We were so close that if I stepped forward just a small amount I would be kissing him.

  “The way your thighs rub together when I speak.” His other hand lifted to my pants, and I stepped back a hair, not allowing him to touch me there. That would be my undoing. All my walls were on the verge of tumbling and crumbling to the ground. Everything about him— at least in the physical sense— made me want him more, but in my heart I knew what he was all about.

  Taking a deep breath and forcing my pulse to slow down, I finally managed to muster up words.

  “I’m not like the other thousand and one girls you’ve fucked.” I could feel his touch against my cheek that much more. My body begging me to give in, even for one fleeting moment. “I’m better.” I finished what I was going to say and pulled from his touch, my body hating every single step I took away from him.

  The look of anger and anguish in his blue gray eyes made it worth it. One of his hands worked it ways through his hair, and when he turned his eyes on me again, the previous emotions were swept away, a mask covering them.

  I was sure Talon was a different person underneath it all. But getting to that person, being able to see who he was beneath it all and digging through the bullshit fronts he put up was the downfall.

  No one wanted to know who you truly were when you didn’t give him or her the chance to. Talon Reed was suffering, and I had been through enough of that in my life already.

  Mia Weston Was My Down Fall

  All I could think about as I allowed the busty blonde in front of me to suck my cock was that she didn’t feel nor look like Mia. That girl had woven her way under my skin, and for some reason the fact that she didn’t want me just made me want her more. I was damned.

  “Can we fuck now?” The blonde’s sultry tone told me that she hadn’t really come all the way out to my house just to give me a blow job like her text said. That was okay though because I wasn’t feeling this, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood for sex right now.

  “No. We can’t fuck.” I rolled my eyes, pushing her shoulders back enough to weasel my way out from underneath her. I pulled my pants up and buttoned them while she fixed her shirt and skirt that had ridden up. I should’ve been toning down my player ways, but I wasn’t really like that. I didn’t tone anything down for anyone.

  “That’s what I came here for.” She pouted, looking up at me. I wasn’t even sure what to say to her as I turned down sex with my usual for the first time ever. Instead I pointed toward the door, hoping that would give her the answer to all her questions.

  It did, but she still stomped her foot and pouted like a child who wasn’t getting her way. And people thought that I was the asshole for bringing girls home with me. If they didn’t want to be here, then they wouldn’t be.

  “I’ve got shit to do, Mandy, and my dad needs my help tonight.” I partially lied. My dad and I had to meet for dinner tonight, but outside of that I didn’t have shit to do. I just wasn’t feeling it.

  Mandy smiled up at me, her hand landing against my chest as she gave me her best fuck-me-eyes. I understood what she was doing. No one liked being turned down, and it was even worse when it came from someone like me.

  I picked up her hand removing it from my chest and pointed toward the door. “Out.” I ordered, the niceness in my voice disappearing in an instant. I could see the wheels in her head turning.

  It was then that my phone started ringing. I reached into the front pocket of my jeans and fetched my iPhone out, sliding my finger across the screen as soon as I saw my buddy Nick’s number.

  “T-Man!” he bellowed into the phone. I laughed gruffly, watching Mandy leave the room.

  “Nick, what’s up?” I asked. Slipping my shirt over my head, I shucked my pants off so that I could get into the shower and make myself presentable before I had to meet up with my father for dinner.

  “What’s up? That’s all you have to fucking say after running from class earlier today? I should be the one asking that, man.” Nick was being a bit dramatic. The
n again it wasn’t often that I just up and left class, or better yet didn’t return to class. Sometimes there were more important things.

  Like Mia.

  “I had to catch up with someone. Don’t be so dramatic; you’re worst than a girl.” I laughed into the phone, heading to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. There the person I really was didn’t have to be hidden. The mask could come off, and the pain of my past could be exposed. It was like being able to rip a band-aide off without screaming out loud.

  “Dude, you fucking ran. That’s cause for some bro’s before hoe’s shit. I mean, what the fuck were you doing?” He baited me. Nick was a great friend, but there was a lot of shit he didn’t know about me or my life. I kept myself hidden, because if I let people get too close, then they could hurt me.

  I refused to give anyone unworthy of that, the power to hurt me. I ran a hand through my dark hair and looked at my reflection. My eyes were heavy, and my body was taut with pent up energy. I guess that’s what I got for refusing Mandy’s offer of sex.

  “Talon, are you still there? All I hear is radio silence.” I rolled me eyes.

  “I have to get ready to meet my dad for dinner,” I added, waiting impatiently for him to respond.

  “Whatever, just call me when you get done.” I could hear the aggravation in his voice. I wanted to say something to him, to react to him, but that would give way to my caring nature, and I didn’t do that.

  Instead, I pushed the thought and his anger to the back of my mind, turning on the shower to let the steam of the hot water fill the room. I leaned into the mirror; did Mia see me for me. The thought scared the fuck out of me. If she wasn’t giving into my advances after months of me chasing her, then there was a real reason. Either that or she actually wasn’t attracted to me.