My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)

“Nothing.”

“You do know what sex feels like, right?” Chloe asked.

Suzy shook her head. “No.”

“You’ve not had sex?” Grace asked. Even though she had a limited experience with her evil ex, Dwayne, she still wasn’t a virgin.

“No, I’m a virgin.” Suzy got the car under control, and kept on driving.

“Wow, I don’t think Pixie knows that,” Chloe said.

“It’s not something I go out and advertise.”

“How have you never had sex?” Grace asked. She really didn’t understand why.

“It’s easy. I wasn’t asked out a whole lot, and when I was, if I didn’t like the guy, I didn’t go. If I did go, I didn’t put out on the first opportunity.” Suzy shrugged, pulling into the parking lot of the apartment building, Grace climbed out, grabbing Chloe’s bag from the trunk. She handed the other one to Chloe, and they followed Suzy into the building. Of course they lived on the top floor, and that weekend the elevator had work being done to fix the squeaking.

They climbed the stairs, and by the time they made it to their apartment, they were all out of breath.

“Okay, I thought I was fit,” Chloe said. “I spend a great deal of time on my feet, but that took the puff right out of me.”

Both women agreed with her.

Entering, Grace kicked the door closed, and collapsed on the nearest sofa. “Home sweet home.”

“Or apartment sweet apartment,” Suzy said. “It’s not a lot, but it’s home, and it beats living in a trailer with your parents.”

“Do you still see your parents?” Grace asked.

“No.” Suzy shuddered. “They spent most of my life telling me how I’d ruined theirs. I’m waiting to see if they will change their lives now that I’m gone. It has been five years, and guess what? They’re still drinking and partying at the trailer. I see them at the grocery store with a trolley filled with booze. I ignore them, and they ignore me, which I’m more than happy about.”

“I don’t have a family,” Chloe said.

“You don’t?”

“When I was born, I was left on the doorstep of a church. The priest who was there took me to an orphanage, and then I was passed around for foster homes. I suffer with asthma you see, and none of the parents wanted the cost of keeping a sick kid. Back then, I was really sick.”

“I didn’t know you had asthma,” Grace said.

“It’s one of the reasons I don’t stay in the main part of the club all the time. The smoke turns me into a coughing, red, puffy mess. It’s easier to go to the playrooms where smoke isn’t a problem. Richard, he never smoked. He always said that the smell was disgusting.”

Grace saw the pain that flashed in Chloe’s eyes. “You love him?”

“Yeah, and that’s the problem. He’d never pick me if given the choice.”

“You don’t know that,” Suzy said. They all sat on the large sofa, each resting their head on each other’s shoulder.

“I do. I saw him one day. He took someone else out on a date at a fancy restaurant. He doesn’t even talk to me after he gets what he wants.” Chloe’s lip protruded. “Life sucks sometimes.”

“It really does.”

“We’re quite a team,” Grace said.

“The virgin, the whore, and the s

aint.”

“I’m not a saint,” Grace said.