My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)

“I don’t know. We’ve got each other.”

“Kitty Cat is the nicest woman in the club. Everyone else, they’re wanting to get one of the men to make them as an old lady.” Chloe snuggled up. “What they don’t understand is the men are never going to marry them, or make them an old lady.”

“You really believe that, don’t you?” Grace asked.

“They’re not going to allow it to happen. The men, they like to have a woman to call their own,” Chloe said.

“This sucks. We’re all talking about what men do and don’t want. They should accept women how they come.”

“It’s not like there’s a lot of competition for me. I’ve not had sex with anyone,” Suzy said. “I don’t even care about what I’m missing.”

Grace chuckled. “You’re going to love it when it happens.”

“I thought you said it sucked.”

“It does, with the wrong man.”

“You finally did it with the right man?” Suzy asked.

Grace nodded.

“Drake?”

“Yes.”

Suzy gave a little squeal. “I wondered when that was going to happen. Tell me all about it.”

Rolling her eyes, Grace told her friend exactly what happened, and by the end of it, they were all lying down on the bed, sighing.

“I want to have sex,” Suzy said. “That sounds so amazing.”

“Pixie is an easy lay. He’s guaranteed to give you what you want.”

“I know, but then he’d be smug.”

“Not if you use him, and then you walk away. Pixie is used to women hanging around his neck. You can use him, and walk away, then pretend it never happened, which would be cool. Pixie has a massive ego, and the guys would love for him to be pulled down a peg or two.”

“I don’t know. I want to have sex, not give a guy something to brag about.”

“The one thing the men won’t do is brag unless you’re a club whore, and share the guys,” Chloe said. “Pixie won’t say a thing.”

Grace stared up at the ceiling. She wondered what Drake was doing. Was he thinking about what happened between them? She looked forward to seeing him again, and was also nervous about it.

Chapter Nine

Drake walked around the clothing racks, and he couldn’t for the life of him find what he was looking for. Grace hadn’t talked to him, or messaged him, and he’d not gone to the diner either. Last night had been the best experience of his life, and he’d fucked a lot of woman, and now he didn’t want to screw this up.

He saw Suzy putting out more clothes, and he cleared his throat to get her attention.

“Drake, what are doing here?” Suzy asked, moving toward him.

“I want to buy something for Grace, but I don’t have a clue what to get her.”

“You want to buy clothes for her?” Suzy frowned, looking at the clothing that he’d picked out. It was for running gear, and he shook his head.

“No.”

“Then what do you want to get her?”