Page 5 of Dirty Secrets

“Threaten them with the knife, trust me. Maybe if you untwisted those panties and let someone into them, you’d understand the kinky things in life too,” she replied sweetly.

“Donovan,” Zavier warned, but Beckett shrugged.

“What? She’s an adult. You can’t keep her as the Virgin Mary forever. Do you need her for some kind of virgin sacrifice? No? Then let her have some fun.”

“Raven deserves more than a one-night stand. She has terrible taste in men, so if she found a decent one, I’d have no problem with it,” he said in a teasing tone. “You really thought we’d just let your brother fuck her or something?”

Ryder Donovan had been a heat of the moment mistake right here at the track. He was Beckett’s twin, and was currentlyback in rehab for his second stay, thanks to fucking himself up on party pills and crystal with his new girlfriend, Tempest Hendricks.

He’d only been trying to pick a fight with the guys by getting into my pants that night, I knew that, but I still let him kiss me because all I could fucking think about lately was guys.

I just wanted my virginity gone at this point, I didn’t even care who did it.

“It’s just sex, Zavier. It’s nothing special, so stop acting like it is. You assholes throw that shit around like it’s candy, so why can’t I? I want to lose my virginity, not marry the guy,” I snapped, sick of the same argument, and he winced.

The car was quiet for a second before he responded, guilt in his tone. “I just want you to have the experience without regret or trauma. The last thing I want is for you to lose it to some guy who doesn’t listen if you want him to slow down or stop.”

“I’ve seen all three of you guys fuck, and none of you are slow.”

“Most of those girls have more notches in their bed posts than we do. Your body isn’t used to that kind of intrusion, and you could get hurt,” he said carefully, patting my shoulder. “You can always come to me if you need a background check on a guy. I’ll find out if they’re a prick or not before you sleep with them.”

“You’ll just run to Logan and Reid to rat me out,” I snorted, his hand not leaving my shoulder.

“No, I won’t. Promise.”

Beckett changed the subject to talk about one of her up and coming fights at the Bloody Psychos’ shed, and I zoned out as I stared out the window. It was dark, but I knew when we reached the Heights because the scent of smoke lingered from either a house or car burning.

We arrived at home and Beckett waited for us to get out before letting the entire street know she was leaving when she revved the hell out of her car and took off.

“She’s a bitch,” Zavier muttered, but he was fighting a smile as the neighbors curtains moved.

“You’d nail her if given the chance,” I chuckled, but he shook his head as we started walking towards the front door.

“Beckett? Fuck no. You’ve met her, right? She’s scary. She held me hostage once, remember? I thought I was going to die.”

It had taken me a while to trust her after that first meeting when she’d brought him home after keeping him as a prisoner. I understood why she had, his brother had killed Beckett’s older brother years ago, but Zavier had spent years running from his family.

He’d wanted nothing to do with them, and I couldn’t blame him.

His father had led the Hell’s Demons’ crew, letting his men do whatever they wanted to Zavier as a kid. It was fucking disgusting.

I unlocked the door and let him step inside first to glance around, making sure no one had snuck in while we were gone. We had pretty good locks, but I didn’t trust anything other than our eyes.

We locked the door behind us, and Zavier spoke over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen. “You hungry? We have enough stuff to make nachos.”

“Pretty sure the sour cream is expired,” I called back as I pulled his hoodie over my head, hesitating before lifting it to my face to practically inhale his scent. It smelled like home, even if he hadn’t been around as long as the other two.

He was just Zavier, the teenager who I’d stumbled across and had my first crush on. He sided with me in a lot of arguments at home because of our lack of childhood trauma bond.

The guys always saw me as the little girl they’d been protecting their whole lives, but Zavier was different, which made our friendship different.

“It’s not moldy, it’s fine,” he replied as he must have checked, and I managed to pull his hoodie away from my nose just before he poked his head around the corner. “Do you want to pick a movie?”

“I might just go to bed,” I said with a small shrug, making him frown as he moved towards me.

“It’s only nine. Are you feeling sick?” He pressed the back of his hand to my forehead as his concerned blue eyes assessed me, and I let him fuss because it felt nice. “You’re a little warm. I’ll feed you then we can go to bed, okay? I’ll crash with you tonight.”

“Movie in bed?” I asked quietly, peering up at him as he gave me a panty-dropping smile.

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