My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)
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“I haven’t fucked a woman at the club, Grace, and I don’t intend to. I don’t want you to be nervous about this.”
“I’m not nervous. Whatever you want to do with your life that’s up to you.” She gave him a smile. “We’re still going to be friends, and that is not going to be a problem.” She reached out, patting his hand. “Now, let’s eat.”
Daniel, the Prospect, took their order, and then left them alone.
They started talking about the movie when several of the club members entered the diner. Pixie, Caleb, James, Cora, Kitty Cat, and Jerry entered the diner.
All of the Dirty Fuckers gathered around their table. She noticed that Drake looked a little annoyed about that. She also spotted a woman near Pixie, and he pulled her down into his lap, touching the inside of her thigh.
There was no way Grace was ever going to convince her friend to date that man. He was vulgar.
“How was the movie?” Cora asked.
“It was good.”
Grace offered up her fries as Cora stared at her plate hungrily.
“Thank you, I’m starving.”
Sipping her coffee, Grace felt completely out of place.
“Did you see how much dick she took? She swallowed to my balls,” Jerry said.
Heat filled Grace’s face.
“She loves dick almost as much as this bitch here does, don’t you?” Pixie asked, cupping the woman’s cheek.
Glancing across the table, she smiled at Drake. “Would you mind taking me home?”
“Sure.”
“You don’t have to leave,” James said.
“It’s fine. I’ve got to take Grace home.”
“You can stop by the club,” Kitty Cat said.
“No.” Grace snapped the word out. “I’m tired.”
She moved around the table, staying as far away from Pixie as she could. She really didn’t like him.
Once again, she was back in the car, and they were driving toward the apartment.
“I want to see you again.”
“Don’t you think it’s a waste of time?” she asked. “I’m not like your other friends.”
“Exactly. Didn’t you like spending time with me today?”
“I can’t give you what you want.”
“All I want right now is to have some fun, take you out, and for us to get to know one another. I’ve not asked you to come to the club or to fuck you. I’m giving you your space.”
“If you’re sure?”
“I’m more than sure. I want this friendship. Did you have fun tonight?”
“I did.”