Page 26 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

“Fuck off. She was freaked out after last night. I slept on the fucking couch because she didn’t want to be in the house on her own. I made her breakfast and we were eating when the Church rolled in.”

“Seriously? Whole night there and you didn't do a fucking thing?” Skyhigh sounds disappointed.

“Didn’t feel right.” He shakes his head, then lets out a soft chuckle. “Should've fucking seen her this morning, though. She forgot I was in the house and ran downstairs in nothing but a shirt when she heard me moving around. Solid fucking body, and so damn sweet it makes me wonder if she tastes like syrup.”

I grin and flick my tongue, mimicking oral. “I’d be more than happy to find out.”

Skyhigh laughs. “Get in line. We gotta play this smart, though. She’s not just some random chick at a party looking to get her freak on. She lives right on our doorstep and I don’t want Hellfire pissed because we’re causing drama. I’m having a good time playing teacher, but no way a girl like her is out for anything long term with fuckers like us.”

“True, but I’ve got no problem with helping her expand her horizons,” I agree. “So long as you guys aren’t putting down a claim. You’ve both spent more time with her than I have.” And for all I fucking know she’s not even interested. I’m not a fucking troll, but I’ve taken a few too many hits to the face to be anyone’s idea of pretty.

Skyhigh shakes his head. “If she wants a little inspiration for her fuck books, I’ve got no problem showing her the ropes together.”

“That’s my job.” It’s no secret that I fucking love playing control games. Tying someone up and making them feel shit they’ve never even known they could get off to? Perfection. The picture of her bound and helpless on the bed between us already has me getting hard.

Dragon looks back and forth between us. “Only us. She’s so fucking trusting of everyone but herself it scares me.”

“Deal,” I agree, not even having to think about it.

“Of course.” Skyhigh nods. “But I want to keep her away from the club for now. There’s shit in the air and I don’t want her to get caught in the crossfire again.”

“Yeah,” Dragon agrees. “Good call. She?—”

“Get your ass over here, lizard!” Ghost yells from the other end of the church. “You’re with me today and we got places to do and people to fuck up!”

“Stuff it, Casper. I’m on my way!” Dragon shouts back. “Asshole,” he adds in a grumble without much heat behind it.

Skyhigh shakes his head with a grin as Dragon jogs over to the VP. “He’s getting attached and he doesn’t even know it.”

“To Ghost?”

“No, to Willow, jackass. Hemade her breakfast.” He checks the time on his phone. “I’ve got to go make sure the groups are set for patrol today. See you on gate duty tonight?”

“Yeah.” I go back to my quarters and stare at the folder on the table.

Everything I know about myself is sitting in a neat little pile and there’s not much to see. I’m an empty fucking shell with nothing to offer but my fists and my loyalty. Who was I supposed to be? Does it even fucking matter if I’m too chickenshit to even try?

Fuck!

Up until about a year ago, I'd been fine with leaving my past dead and buried, but when the club was hired to take out an arms dealer, we ended up rescuing a young woman named Jessica who’d been held hostage for most of her life. She was convinced her parents were dead and nobody even rememberedshe existed. That turned out to be a lie, and now she’s rebuilding her life with the help of her mother and three of my brothers here in the club.

Is there someone out there who wonders what happened to me?

Who knows who the fuck I am?

14

WILLOW

“Babe,what have you been drinking and can I get some?” Grace asks, while she makes a show of fanning herself with her hand. I've propped my phone up on the dining room table so I can see her while I sort through old family photos. “I mean this in the nicest possible way, but your first tries read like a how-to manual written by someone who’s never been kissed trying to write steamy fanfiction. But I really like the changes you’ve made. You know I don’t trust them, but whatever those bikers are doing to you, it’s gold for your career. I bet Colleen is eating it up.”

“She is. I had to convince her that I wanted to change direction a little bit, but when she read my first chapters she was sold.”

My experience with Dragon, Skyhigh and Blackout is definitely fueling my creativity. I had no idea how badly I needed to get pulled out of my comfort zone until they came in and shattered it. The scene I'm planning to write today? I think it might even make Grace blush, and that's saying something. I’ve been obsessing over what would’ve happened when I was in Dragon’s lap if we’d had time to keep going. God, I can still remember thesize of Blackout’s erection and the feel of Dragon underneath me before the gunshots began.

Jesus, the drive-by. I haven’t told Grace and I’m not planning to. She’d stage an intervention and if I wasn’t the one in this situation, I’d probably agree. But there's something about them that's irresistible. And the way they get my creative juices flowing… well…

“Earth to Willow. You're blushing.”

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