Page 29 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

Blushing, I scoot past him into the kitchen, while he dries his hair. “Do you want coffee or something to warm up?”

“Sure, if you’ve got it.”

“I work from home, on demand caffeine is basically my drug. Do you want it black like Dragon? Or are you a regular human who values their stomach lining?” I start the brewing process and turn just in time to watch him peel his wet shirt off. His torso is chiseled and muscular, with a particularly deep scar under his ribcage on the right. It looks like someone tried to run him through and nearly succeeded. As he towels off, I'll freely admit I watch. “Here, throw me the shirt and I'll toss it in the dryer.”

“Can have my pants too.” He lobs the shirt at me and it squishes when I catch it.

“Only if you're wearing underwear.”

He unbuckles his pants and lets them drop, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs that leave pretty much nothing to the imagination. Not that I have to imagine. I saw it all last night, but still… that's one heck of a bulge. A massive snake tattoo winds around his left thigh, mouth open and fangs out, poised to strike.

“That’s a big snake you’ve got,” I tease.

“Even bigger up close.”

“I'd lend you some clothes,” I yell over my shoulder from the little laundry room off the kitchen, “but I don't think I'd have anything that'd fit you. Maybe a blanket so you don't get cold?”

“I'm good. Thanks. And black is fine.” He takes the coffee cup off the counter and sets mine under the spout. “How do you work this thing?”

“Just hit the button next to the little picture of the taller glass. It’ll do it all automatically.”

I throw his stuff in the dryer and try not to ogle as I grab mugs and pull out the milk and sugar. “You said you needed a favor?”

Blackout leans against the counter with his hip cocked. It makes his abs stand out, and my hands shake a little as I fix my coffee. From the cocky grin, I'm pretty sure he knows exactly what that body's doing to me.

“Yeah, and I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself, know what I mean? It's a little sensitive. I’d like to put your address down for something I’m ordering.”

“Why? Don't you have an address at the club?”

He scratches the back of his neck, looking shifty as heck. “Personal business, and as much as I trust my brothers at the club, they gossip like old fucking ladies. I don't want this out in the open, at least not yet.” He sounds bothered by it, a little embarrassed. I'm so confused.

“Is it drugs?” I spin on him, glaring. “No, wait. Gossip? Oh my God, is it a paternity test? Divorce papers?”

Blackout stares at me like I’m a crazy person. “Drugs? Why the fuck would I want to run drugs through your—no, it’s nothing illegal, and since you’re asking so politely, no I don’t have a soon to be ex-wife, or any mystery kids. Jesus Christ. Forget I asked. I'll figure out something else.”

Now I’m going to die of curiosityandI feel guilty. “No wait, I was mostly kidding. I'm not saying no. Just, if it's so personal, why would you entrust me with it? You hardly know me.”

“I know character. If I make you promise not to tell something personal, you'll take that to your fucking grave. Am I wrong?” He raises a questioning eyebrow while crossing his inked arms over his impressive chest. The cool air has his nipples peaked. I drag my eyes back up to his face, where he's waiting. “View distracting you?”

I raise my chin defiantly. “A little, and no, you're right. I wouldn't tell. Is it a package, or?”

“Probably a letter, if anything. I have to send some shit and if they respond by mail I’d rather it come here first. I swear it’s nothing dangerous. It's not important to anyone else but me. I'll make it worth your while,” he promises with a sexy rasp that has my nipples tightening.

I sit down and sip my coffee to give myself time to formulate an answer. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything. I don't like it, I don't answer.” He sits in the chair across from me, leaning back with his right arm spread onto the back of the next chair. With where the table is, it looks like he's naked, which is actually less distracting than being able to see the anaconda in his briefs.

“Maybe I’m overthinking, but I want to be really upfront with you. Are you all okay with this?” I motion back and forth between the two of us. “All this flirting and fooling around? I know it’s just for fun, but I don’t want to break a rule that I don’t know about, and I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” Myself included.

“You’re safe with the three of us.” He declares it like it's law, his voice dropping deep and blooming a little flare of horny energy in my belly. “We know the score, but no one else. You want to change that? Say so, but until then, you’re ours. Clear?”

There's no wiggle room with that kind of tone. “Clear, but did you guys have a meeting to decide or something?”

“Yes.”

“I was joking!”

He cocks his head to the side as he sizes me up, an invitation and a challenge rolled up in one. “I’m not.”

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