All Chapters of Dirty and Sinful Collection: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The date was… fine.I mean he was cute enough, polite, laughed at all the right moments, opened the door for me, even paid for dinner without making it weird.But I felt nothing.No pull. No ache. No fire.I’d gone because I needed to prove something, to myself, mostly. That Jake wasn’t the only one who could make me feel anything. That maybe I wasn’t completely gone.Then he kissed me towards the ending of our date. He was soft and gentle, and right over his shoulder, across the parking lot, I saw Jake. He was standing beside his truck, his arms crossed and his jaw tight.I froze. The guy, Dylan, I think, pulled back and smiled. “You okay?”“Yeah,” I said quickly. “I just… should go.”I didn’t look back or explain or apologize to him, I waked away from him, past Jake to, all the while ignoring the heat crawling up my neck.I could feel his eyes following me the whole way.I closed my bedroom door and stood there for a second, heart thudding.There was a knock less than a minute later

8Ryan was suspicious. He wasn’t full-on confrontational, but I could feel it in the way he kept glancing between us more that usual. Asking jake random questions he didn’t care about. Saying things like, “You’ve been around a lot lately, huh?” with just enough weight to make me sweat.I tried not to act weird and kept our conversations light. Smiled too much. Laughed too loud. And Jake was calm as ever, the cocky bastard. Not even a twitch. Like sleeping with his best friend’s sister in her bedroom was just another Wednesday night.We were carefu now. Mostly.This morning, I woke up with Jake still in my bed, half-draped over me. Ryan knocked once before opening the door.I barely managed to shove Jake under the blankets and yank the comforter up to my chin before Ryan stepped inside. My heart was beating so loud I couldn’t hear anything else.“Just checking if you’re up,” Ryan said, squinting at me.“Yep. Super awake. So awake.”He frowned. “You okay?”“Fine. Just… cold. That’s why

Lena’s POvThe first thing I noticed when I got out of the car was how quiet it was.My mom had barely said a word to me on the drive. She was still mad about the divorce, or about me choosing to spend the summer with Dad’s older brother instead of staying with her. Honestly, I didn’t blame her. But I needed space. I couldn’t take her crying all the time, or her passive-aggressive sighs. I just wanted somewhere quiet. Somewhere normal.Uncle Elias’s house sat on the edge of some small wooded town I’d barely heard of. The driveway was gravel, the front porch creaked, and the air smelled like wet wood.He stepped out of the house before we even rang the bell. “Lena,” he said, his eyes moving from me, to my mom, and then back. His voice was deeper than I remembered.“Uncle Elias,” I said, walking up with a smile that felt a little too wide. I hugged him and he hugged me back, wrapping one arm across my shoulders. “Thanks for letting me stay.”He shook his head. “You’re family.”He was ta

3Lena’s POVI came down the stairs, pausing as I saw him outside chopping wood like we hadn’t nearly crossed every single line hours earlier. We hadn’t talked about the kiss, of the almost-sex on the counter. I made myself a quick cup of coffee and stood at the window with my coffee and watched him, shirtless, swinging that axe like he was trying to sweat the guilt out of his body.He turned back, as if he felt my gaze on him, and froze, his mouth tightening before he turned back and continued chopping the wood harder than before.I sighed, turning around and walking away. The silence between us was weird as the day went on. He kept his distance and I kept pretending that I want checking to see if he was looking at me.He wasn’t, or he was good at hiding it.By late afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. The storm had passed, the sun was back, and the air was hot and sticky. I needed to cool off. Clear my head. Maybe even torture him a little.I changed into a towel and headed out ba

5Lena’s POVEvery part of the house reminded me of what Elias and I were doing. We’ve kissed…fucked on every chair, counter, doorway. I walked barefoot through the hallway that morning, fingers trailing along the walls. My skin was still sore from his grip. My thighs ached and there were tiny bruises blooming on my hips.I liked them.I passed the kitchen and glanced at the counter.bHe’d kissed me there and laid me out like a meal.I passed the back door.We’d swam naked and fucked in the pool like we’d forgotten we were real people.My stomach fluttered.I eventually found him in the living room.He was sitting on the couch, shirtless, staring at his phone like he wasn’t actually reading it.He looked up when I walked in, and didn’t smile. He didn’t look away either.“You okay?” I asked.He nodded slowly. “Yeah. You?”“Not really.”He set his phone down. The sunlight was pouring in through the big windows. It hit his chest, his jaw, and made everything look soft.Except his eyes.Th