My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)

“So, you’re coming here to be a slob, and lazy.”

“I come here because I like looking at the woman who won’t give me the time of day, and it’s nice, it’s peaceful, and I don’t have to deal with a bitch wanting to ride my cock all day, or to prove that she can get me deeper down her throat.”

Suzy blushed. Pixie had always been blunt. She should be used to it by now, yet she wasn’t.

“That’s a colorful description.”

“Believe me, I’m not fucking bragging, not by a long shot. I was sitting with two women in front of me. My dick in one woman’s mouth, and they were more interested in who could do better. It was boring.”

Huge mistake thinking Pixie could be the one.

“You know what, I really don’t need to know anymore. You’ve gotten quite detailed, and stuff like that I don’t need to know.”

Pixie sighed, and Suzy moved toward the dressing rooms, and started to straighten the clothes, before taking them back to their place on the racks.

He stepped right up beside her. “Are you going to tell me why you’ve been eye-fucking me all morning?” he asked.

Suzy tensed up. “You’re awfully close.”

“And you’ve done nothing but think about fucking since I got here.”

“No, I haven’t,” she lied.

“Yes. You have. Your nipples are pressing against your shirt, and the bra you’re wearing doesn’t do shit to hide the fact you want me.” He cupped her breast, and heat filled her pussy. She closed her eyes, pressing her breast into his hand. “Tell me what you want.”

“No.”

“If you don’t tell me, I don’t know if I can give it to you.”

Suzy pulled out of his grip and turned to stare at him. She wanted to order him, to instruct him, and instead, she chickened out. “There’s nothing I want.”

Moving away from him, she mentally cursed herself as she continued working.

****

“We’re going back to my apartment,” Grace said.

Chloe had swapped places with her at the diner, and she knew Suzy was working until late. The apartment, it was going to be free most of the afternoon.

“There’s something I want you to do for me.” Drake took hold of her hand as they rode toward the apartment building. Her pussy was soaking wet as she imagined what he wanted from her. She tried not to think about it in case he wanted something completely different from her, and she had misread the signals.

She really hoped that wasn’t the case.

“I enjoyed last night,” Grace said, then cringed. What kind of person said that?

Drake chuckled. “I fucking loved last night, and you know what, it’s not going to be the last time either.”

“It’s not?”

“Do you think you can get enough of me from one night only?”

“Your ego needs some work.”

“My ego is exactly where I need him to be.”

“I don’t believe it, not for a second.” Grace leaned over, and kissed his cheek. “I don’t want our friendship to disappear.”

“It’s not going to. I’m not using you for a fuck, Grace.”