Page 19 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

“Yeah, we’ll be in in a minute,” Skyhigh agrees.

“Sure. You want me to see if Ocean’s around? We can make it a party.” She licks her lips, and from the look in her eyes, I get the feeling the party she’s talking about would involve very little clothing.

Blackout shakes his head. “Not on our accounts. We’re with Willow tonight.”

“Suit yourself.”

I watch her hips shish away in a micro mini-skirt that shows off her great legs and tiny waist, with her hair hanging down her back. “If you guys want to go hang out with her and your friends, I would understand. The motorcycle ride was already a lot of fun. You don’t need to babysit me.”

I mean it when I say it, but at the same time, if they ditch me to follow her into the church, I’m going to go home and eat everyscrap of leftover cake and ice cream in bed while I binge-watch Stargate, my comfort show.

Surprisingly, it’s Dragon who slides his fingers through my windswept hair and tips my head up to look at him. “Do you think she’s got something you don’t?”

“Y—yes?”

“What?”

“She’s…” I’m a writer, but how do I even put what I’m thinking into words? “She’s good at this.” I gesture all around. “Men. Herself. Sex. I’ve never even?—”

“Never even what?” Skyhigh asks, honing in on my slip like a laser. “Tell us, Willow.”

“Are you a virgin?” Blackout asks, way too loud.

Please, God. Open the earth and swallow me up. How am I having this conversation with a bunch of bikers outside a church? “Shhh! What? No! I’ve had sex, guys. I’ve just never… you know… with someone else.” I scuff the toe of my shoe in the dirt. “Finished,” I say in a tiny whisper.

“Oh, Hell no. That’s fucking tragic,” Skyhigh declares. “I told you that you came to the right place to learn to get dirty, I just didn’t know how much ground we had to cover.”

“Right now!?”I hop backwards, ready to dash for the gate.

Blackout grins. “You got other places to be?”

I’ve been playing the ‘this is research for the book’ game with myself for days now, but this is taking it to a whole new level. My coping mechanism has always been to stand back and analyzethe situation, so that’s what I do. “We need ground rules. I’m not having sex tonight. I’m just… considering your offer.”

Dragon laughs. “Good girl. When offered a deal with the devil, negotiate the terms.”

“Is that what you are? Devils?”

“We sure ain’t saints.” Skyhigh puts his hand on my back and steers me towards the side door of the church.

Inside is a lot less chaotic than at the party. There are a couple guys playing pool in the back, some older bikers playing cards, and Blaze together in the sofa area with two bikers who must be the ones she mentioned earlier. One has dark blond hair cropped short with a full beard. He’s sitting on the sofa with her in his lap, and the other has his hair bleached to nearly white with the sides shaved, leaving him with a short, thick mohawk. He has a chair pulled up close enough to touch. His ears are heavily pierced, and he has tattoos covering most of his skin, stretching up his neck to his chin.

Swaying sinuously in time with the music playing from a nearby radio, Blaze is grinding her barely covered butt into the lap of the one with the beard, with her hands braced on the knees of the other man for support while he's shamelessly running his hands inside her crop top. When she sees me notice them, she smiles and winks one of her smoky eyes and flicks her long, red hair out of her eyes, completely unbothered at being watched.

“Took you long enough,” Blaze calls out.

Blackout puts his hand on my hip, and after a moment's debate, I don't push it away. “Like what you see?” he whispers in my ear.

Caught, I tear my eyes away.

“Nah, keep watching,” he orders, his deep voice sending a chill of excitement down my spine, making me shiver. “She wants you to. The one holding her hips is Sinner, and the other guy’s Jackal.”

Dragon appears next to me, on the opposite side from Blackout. “Blaze loves showing off. Don’t let her scare you. She can be pushy but she’s solid.”

I swallow hard to keep my voice steady. “Maybe she’s the one that should be giving me lessons?”

Blackout’s expression turns downright dirty. “Oh, she’d love that, and I wouldn’t turn down watching if that’s how you roll.”

My cheeks flush hot. “I don’t! I—I mean, she’s pretty, but that’s not what I meant!”

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