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“No.” She clears her throat. “You’re clearly not disgusting. Look at you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Well, you’re covered in ink, you’ve been in jail, and you ride a motorcycle. Everyone can tell you’ve had wild sex before. I’m just… I don’t want to be overshadowed again, I guess.”

I laugh. “So, you’re worried I’m going to take your spotlight? Nothing beats a pretty little virgin, Peach.”

She pauses and silence sits in the air like the wind picking up before a thunderstorm. What did I just say?

“You think I’m pretty?” she squeaks.

Have I never said that before? “Of course I do. I, ugh, anyway… women can throw themselves at me all they want. I got tired of easy pussy years ago.”

I can almost hear her eyes roll. “Whatever! You’re so full of it. Men love easy sex. It’s like a thing.”

“Boys like easy sex. It’s great when you’re young, but trust me, you get to a point where the hormones level out and you realize that life isn’t all about sex.”

She huffs. “You realize I’m still young, right? I want to be someone’s easy pussy.”

I hate those words coming from her mouth. “Stop! No, you don’t.”

“I do!” Her tone is light and playful again. “It’s my goal for the year.”

She has to be fucking with me now.

I roll my eyes and groan. “I’ll pick you up at five. If anyone asks, I’m your designated driver. Got it?” Guilt rattles through me the second the words are out of my mouth.

“Okay.” There’s a smile in her tone. “I’ll pick out another dress with respect for you in mind.”

The dress. That cute, tight, little dress. My cock is so fucking hard. “You looked good in it. Don’t change.”

“Okay.” Her tone is sweet and innocent. “Can’t wait to see you.”

“Same,” I manage, rubbing my hand over my erection. I’m a fucking mess. A huge fucking asshole of a mess, and the sooner this whole thing is over, the better.

Chapter Three

Carmen

“Don’t you think this is dangerous?” My friend Daisy stares at me from across the room. She’s by far the most innocent, most adorable friend I’ve ever had. She’s a little older than me, but she’s far less interested in the filthy things that I am.

“Dangerous how?”

“Well, I mean, you’re like into Ruin, right?”

I spin back toward her and fluff my hair. “What?”

“You talk about him all the time, you two are always sneaking off together, and when you’re around him, you act… different.”

“Different?”

“Yeah, like you slap his shoulder, and you giggle. Basically, you act like a schoolgirl. Did you forget he’s old? You know that, right?”

I roll my eyes. I’ve only told one person I’m into Ruin. That’s my brother’s wife, Faith. I think maybe subconsciously I was hoping she’d tell Outlaw so I wouldn’t have to, and then my feelings would finally be out in the open. Unfortunately, she hasn’t and now I’m left doing my own dirty work. I should be thankful for her solid friendship, but instead I’m disappointed to still be carrying this secret I’m too chicken to say myself.

“Yeah, I mean… you’ve seen the dude, right? Doesn’t every girl go through their bad boy era? That’s what this is. He’s a bad boy… and this is an era. It’ll pass.” Part of me believes that. Every other part knows I’m a terrible liar.

“Right, so you’re not desperate for him to take off your clothes tonight and tuck you into one of those little rooms for playtime?”

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