Page 11 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

There’s a silly grin on my face that won’t go away. “I did it!”

“Yeah you fucking did!” Blackout knocks back his shot and raises it to me. “Twenty fucking four!”

Dragon stands. He makes a show of stretching his jaw, but then he winks and takes a shot, raising his glass as well.

“To Willow,” Skyhigh says. “Happy fucking birthday.”

I lose track of the drinks after a while, sticking close to them and even dancing a little before we finally end up in the back of the church on one of their beat up but comfortable couches. Leaving my sneakers on the floor, I’ve got my legs curled up underneath me. I’m sipping on a cocktail called a Bee’s Knees made with lemon and honey. I’ve never had one before, but apparently it’s a favorite with one of the other girls around here and I can see why.

The church has quieted down, but there are still quite a few people left. Blackout is on one side of me with his hand on my thigh, and Skyhigh the other with his arm over my shoulder. Dragon’s sitting in a chair across from us. They are chatting about something, but I’m not really paying attention, just looking around and buzzing.

On the other side of the church, a woman with fiery red hair has just slid down onto her hands and knees. There’s one biker in front of her and another moving into position behind. I can’t see anything from this angle, not really, but it’s pretty clearwhat’s going on and I’m trying not to look, but it’s impossible to concentrate on anything else.

Being here is like falling into an alternate dimension where anything goes. My brain has long since gone numb to the shock. It makes it easy to ask questions I’ll probably regret in the morning. “Do you guys…” I nod my head in their direction.

Skyhigh looks over. “Fuck?”

“Not tonight man, I’ve got a headache,” Blackout says, wiggling his eyebrows. “Unless you’re the one asking, beautiful.” He squeezes my leg.

Skyhigh flips him off. Dragon snorts and takes a swig from his beer bottle.

“Share.” Colleen told me I needed to decide between a love triangle and a menage for the book before they start making promo materials at the latest. I’d been leaning towards the love triangle, but now I’m not sure.

The energy between us shifts at that single word. “It’s been known to happen,” Skyhigh says cautiously. “Why? You interested?”

“For research,” I clarify. “You know, the books.”

Dragon nods. “Sure.”

“It’s probably one of those things that’s better in theory, right? Like, whose hands go where? And do you have to play rock, paper, scissors for who does what? I bet it’s more work than it’s worth.”

Blackout’s hand shifts on my thigh. “Honey, I’m not sure this is a discussion you’re in a good state to be having.”

I try to sit up but it feels like too much work so I let myself sink back into the couch. “Because I’m drunk?”

Skyhigh’s fingers slide through my hair. “Yeah, because you’re drunk, and because we’re not assholes, but we’re still men.”

“I thought you wanted to teach me how to get dirty,” I say smugly.

His fingers curl, tugging at my scalp. He tilts my face up to look at him. I suck in a startled breath and my nipples tighten into hard points. The sounds of the trio having sex in the background are a constant backdrop. I can feel Blackout and Dragon watching, waiting to see what happens.

“You should go home, little girl. Go home and crawl into bed before you do something you regret.”

“Would I? Regret it?” I’m not even sure whatitis. “That wouldn’t be anything new.”

Skyhigh cocks his head, curious. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Definitely sounded like something,” Dragon says.

I’m oversharing. I can feel it, but I can’t stop. “You want honesty? Sex is overrated.”

Blackout laughs. “Then you’vedefinitelybeen doing it wrong.”

“Oh yeah? You guys keep saying stuff like that but I’ll believe it when I see it,” I snap.

Skyhigh pulls me into his lap, his fingers tangled in my hair. His voice is soft but dangerous. “You’re playing with fire.”

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