Page 40 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

Heat floods me, and I'm pretty sure my blush goes all the way down.

“Here, stand up.” Blackout hooks his hands under my arms and helps me to my feet. Tingles raise goosebumps on my skin as his fingers brush against my breasts, and I don’t think it’s accidental. “Let’s get you cleaned up and feeling better.”

A sudden sob surprises me, and tears push their way out of the corners of my eyes before I realize what's happening. I've never been so scared in my life and all because I wanted to test if I really liked them. I could've gotten seriously hurt tonight. If the bottle had hit differently, or I'd fallen a different way…

And now that I'm safe, protected and cared for, all that tension releases explosively.

Blackout presses me close, my bare back against his black T-shirt. His arms go around me completely, trapping me in his embrace as he kisses the top of my head.

“I'm sorry,” I whimper.

“Fuck, don't be. Let it out,” he murmurs in my ear. “Release is good.”

“But none of this would've happened if it wasn't for me. Even the fight started because of me.”

Skyhigh brushes my hair out of my face, making me look up at him. He grins playfully. “Yeah? You threw the first punch? Didn't peg you for a brawler.”

“No, of course not.” And now I'm half laughing, half sobbing, which feels weird. “But that Blitz guy was talking to me, and then some other guy started being pushy, and the next thing I knew they were trying to kill each other.”

“Would you recognize the other guy?” Dragon's voice drops, the tone lethal. Like he's about to walk right out and execute whoever it was. It's both flattering and terrifying as all heck.

“It doesn't matter. Really, it doesn't. It's just… none of this would've happened if I'd just realized that it wasn’t the sort of place I should go on my own.” The more I let that thought resonate, the stupider I feel. Guiltier.

“It's not your damn fault.” Skyhigh's tone is firm. “The Burnout is rough but it isn’t a warzone, baby. If I knew you were going, I would’ve made sure someone was there to keep an eye on you, but it’s just a fucking bar. You didn’t start shit just by existing. Those assholes made their own choices. You'd never been there. So I just wanna make this fucking clear—you did nothing wrong.Don't let your guilt tell you differently.” He pinches his lips for a moment as a cloud passes over his face. “Because guilt is a fucking liar. It’ll always find a way to make shit your fault.”

I sniffle hard and blink my eyes, then draw a couple of deep breaths. “Okay. I'll try.”

He nods in approval. “Good. Now let's get that damn beer washed off you.”

With their help, I get my jeans off, leaving me standing there in nothing but panties and the bandage on my arm. “Can I shower on my own?”

“Nope.” Skyhigh pulls off his jacket and pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing his broad chest, tattoos rippling along with his muscles. “It's obvious you're in need of bodyguards. And we'll be guarding your body real close.”

Oh.

Dragon, still crouched in front of me, is in perfect position to hook his fingers in my panties and pull them down, something he demonstrates expertly while he places a kiss on my belly button and teases the piercing with his tongue. “You coulda gotten hurt,” he grumbles. “Don't fucking do that again.” Then he kisses a little lower as he lets my last bit of clothing drop to the floor. And a little lower again, right above my most sensitive of sensitive spots. The hot water is starting to steam up the room, but there's nothing hotter in here right now than me watching him move just a little bit lower and look up at me.

“Shower first,” Blackout announces and pulls me around, just before Dragon is about to make contact.

“What? No, it can wait. Really, just?—”

The boys laugh as Blackout lifts me into the tub. The hot water feels so good, that for just a moment I forget about my audience, just close my eyes and let it wash over me, through my hair, over my face. Feeling it cleanse me. Why are showers so magical?

And then Skyhigh climbs in behind me, completely naked.

And steel hard.

22

WILLOW

I closemy eyes and let Skyhigh wash my hair. It feels like my insides are melting into a hot, gooey mess as his fingers massage my scalp. I almost don’t notice the way his cock keeps bumping into my hip when he moves. Almost. I try to play it cool, but I don’t think I’m very good at it.

I have to concentrate on standing, as my body wants to collapse and just let him do whatever magic it is that he does with those powerful fingers. I have to put my palms flat against the shower wall so I don't just slide to the bottom of the tub like jello.

When I moan, deep, deep in my chest, he chuckles. “Feeling better?”

“What do you think?”

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