Page 39 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

“Well, next time you're curious, you call us. We'll take you anywhere you fucking want. When Blackout got that call, we fucking worried about you.” Dragon’s voice goes from pissed to tired in a moment. He crouches in front of me and, careful of my hurt arm, pulls me close and hugs me. “Don't you fucking dare do that again.”

“Take her home?” Blackout asks.

Skyhigh nods. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Not given a choice in the matter, I'm swept right up into Dragon's arms. “Come on, baby girl,” he growls. “We're taking you home.”

21

WILLOW

When my frontdoor slams shut behind us, Dragon still hasn't put me down. I went straight from the bar, to the back of Skyhigh’s bike, and back into his arms.

“It's okay. I'm home now. If you'll just?—”

“You smell like a fucking kegger. We're taking you to the shower.”

I glare up at him. “You sure know how to woo a lady.” Not that he's wrong. Even though everything mostly dried up on the ride home, the smell is still there. It doesn't mean he had to say it like that.

Dragon doesn't seem to care as he carries me right up the stairs. “Shower?”

I point. “You do know I hurt my arm, not my legs, right?”

He grunts.

Fine.

The bathroom is big enough for all four of us, but barely. It’s an old house so it only has one, and they expanded it into the hall closet to give them more room after they had a leak so it’s not quite as ancient as some of the other rooms.

Blackout squeezes by so he can turn on the shower. “Just gonna assume I turn it to scalding and then a little further? Still haven't met a girl who didn't like their shower melting their fucking skin off.”

He isn’t wrong.

“Let's get this off you.” Dragon pulls the hem of my top, obviously intent on undressing me.

“Whoa, whoa, I can shower on my own. I'm not an invalid.” I try to push him off, but it's like trying to move a mountain.

Skyhigh laughs. “You got bounced around good in that fight. We're not leaving until we see that you're okay.”

“Me saying I am isn't good enough?”

He grins. “Not even fucking close.”

Dragon has my shirt up past my breasts, exposing my bra. “Arms up.”

I obey, because despite his gruff manner, he's doing this out of care. And I have to admit, it's nice to be taken care of. Grace and Terry have each other, but at least for now I have three pushy bikers.

He's really careful with my arm, making sure my shirt doesn't tug at the bandage, and then he tosses it to Skyhigh. The move distracts me just long enough that he pops open my bra with a deftness you wouldn't associate with someone his size.Reflexively, I snap my hands to the cups to keep them from falling off.

Dragon raises an eyebrow. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You don’t have to cover up on our account.”

“I wouldn’t mind a little privacy.”

Skyhigh cocks his head and a mischievous smile curls his full lips. “Wouldn’t you? I don’t think you hate having us here. Now if you really mean it, we'll leave you alone. But is that what you really fucking want? Really?”

I don't. I let the bra drop.

“Fuck,” Skyhigh growls, not a hint of ice in his blue eyes. “Beautiful.”

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