My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)
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It was hard, hungry, and desperate.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
In the next second, she heard him cry out her name, and felt the kick of his cock as he pulsed inside her, spilling his seed deep.
Taking deep breaths, Grace started to remember something really important.
“We’ve not used a condom.” They had had sex twice now, and both times they hadn’t used a condom.
Chapter Ten
Two days later
Drake kept hold of Grace’s hand as they moved through the large forest in Vale Valley. This was the area of the Trojans, and he didn’t want to have a problem with the other biker gang. He didn’t want them to be interrupted, and he’d visited this lake many times.
“Why aren’t you wearing your leather cut?” Grace asked.
So far they had stolen moments with each other to be together. They’d had dinner together, and Grace had even cooked for him. Suzy and Chloe had been there. She wasn’t comfortable going to the clubhouse, and with her friends living with her, they hadn’t had sex unless it was behind the back of the diner.
He was getting tired of behaving like a naughty teenager.
“We’re in a different MC’s territory, and I don’t want to cause any problems.”
“Why travel all this way?”
“You’re not comfortable around the clubhouse, and we don’t have places of our own. This is the only place I can think for us to go that will give us some privacy.”
“I can’t afford a place of my own,” Grace said.
He held a large picnic basket, and when he found a secluded area with enough shade from the trees, with a perfect view of the lake, he stopped. Drake heard in the distance far up the embankment the sound of kids, but he wasn’t worried. During his many visits to the lake in Vale Valley, he’d not been found out by any of the Trojans.
The last thing he wanted to do was start a possible war between the two clubs. Dirty Fuckers were not about war, but if posed with a possible threat, they would fight.
“You don’t want to come to my room at the clubhouse either.” He removed the blanket, putting it on the ground.
“Would you like me to come to your room?” Grace asked, biting her lip.
He stared up at her, and saw she was a little uncertain about what was happening.
Moving in front of her, he cupped her face, kissing her deeply. “I’d love you to come to my room.” Stroking down her neck, he rested the tips of his fingers on her pulse. “You’ve got nothing to be afraid of.”
“I know that.”
“Do you? Do you really? I don’t think you do. No one will touch you.”
“I’ve never been around that kind of thing.”
“That kind of thing? Why don’t you try it? Come to the club Friday night.”
“You want me to come to the club?” she asked.
“Yeah, come to the club. I’ll give you a tour. We’ll have a little fun, and then we can go to my room, and I can fuck your brains out without having to worry about your roommates hearing us.” He stole a kiss, happy when she tried to deepen it. “Take your dress off.”
Grace’s face heated, and she looked around them.
“There’s no one here, baby.”
“You’re always trying to get me naked.”