Page 22 of Bones

“Yes, he did.”

“Well, we all know how passionate Bones can be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lacy gave Makayla a stern look, and she quickly lowered her head. “Nothing.”

“No, there’s definitely something.”

“It’s nothing. Really.”

I wanted to believe her, but I could tell by the way she and Lacy were exchanging looks that she wasn’t being completely forthright. At first, I couldn’t figure out what they were keeping from me, and then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. “Hold on... Did you two hook up?”

“Well...” Again, she glanced over at Lacy, then finally admitted, “Just a couple of times. We didn’t think anything of it.”

“We?” I Immediately turned to Lacy. “You hooked up with him, too?”

“It was a long time ago, Else.”

I felt both heartbroken and embarrassed. All the single guys hooked up with them, and it only made sense that Wyatt would, too. I just didn’t want to think about Wyatt being with anyone else, especially not one of my best friends. My throat tightened as I gasped, “How could you not tell me?”

“Because it wasn’t a big deal.” Worry marked her face. “You know how it is with the guys and us. We all hope they will someday fall for us and claim us as their ol’ lady, but that never happens.”

“And we all know how you feel about Bones,” Makayla added. “Telling you about it would just be making something outta nothing. And like Lacy said, it was a long time ago.”

“How long ago?”

“A couple of months after you moved in,” Lacy answered. “Just before you and I started getting close. I’m sorry. I know I should’ve mentioned it to you, but I didn’t want you to hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Lace.” I let out a breath, then said, “I just wish you would’ve told me.”

“Yeah, me too. I’m sorry I didn’t.” Lacy came over and gave me a quick hug. “Forgive me?”

“Yeah, I forgive you.”

After a brief embrace, we both turned back to folding laundry. It didn’t take long for my mind to drift to a place it had no business drifting, and before I realized what I was doing, I asked, “So, what exactly did you mean by passionate?”

“Hmmm?”

“Wyatt.”

“Oh.” Makayla wouldn’t look at me as she explained, “He was just a little intense at times.”

I didn’t have a lot of experience with sex. In fact, I didn’t have any.

I’d never been with a man. I hadn’t actually planned to remain a virgin. I wasn’t sitting high on some moral ground. I was simply focused on surviving, getting through school, and keeping my head above water. Crawling in bed with a man wasn’t a priority. Besides, the only guy I was truly interested in being with wasn’t exactly interested in being with me—at least, not the way I wanted him to be.

But I did live at the Satan’s Fury clubhouse. I had seen and heard things that would make the devil himself blush. On top of that, I had quite an imagination—and that imagination was running wild. One second, I was imagining him as a straight missionary type of guy with an occasional slap of the ass or pull of the hair, and then the next, he was full-on Dom, giving seductive orders to his submissive. Both of which were intriguing and terrifying at the same time.

I should’ve left it, but I just kept pushing. “Intense?”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

“Yeah, she’s right. Just leave it,” Makayla piped in. “Besides, you’ll find out soon enough.”

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