My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)

“I agree. I don’t like Misty.” Grace moved away from him, swimming in little circles. “This is a little piece of heaven, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Does this mean I’m your old lady?” Grace asked.

“That was something I wanted to ask you,” Drake said. He kept himself afloat, watching her. “If you’re coming to one of the parties, I want you to come as my old lady.”

Grace smiled. “I’m going to be your old lady.”

“Yep.”

“You’re my old man.”

“You did accuse me of being old.”

Grace laughed. “Totally hot kind of old.” She winked at him, and moved to him again, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I would totally love to be your old lady.”

“Totally?”

“Totally.”

They swam in circles around their small piece of lake. He kept an ear out in case anyone thought to venture further down. This wasn’t as high above the lake so you couldn’t jump in from a great distance.

When they both started to get wrinkly, they jumped out. Once they were dry, he made Grace sit while he put sunscreen on her body. The swimsuit was very conservative, but he wasn’t going to complain. If anyone stumbled upon them, the last thing he wanted was for them to get a look at his woman.

With Grace, Drake didn’t like sharing. She was all his, and he wasn’t about to share her with anyone.

Grace unpacked the picnic, and he served them both up some pasta and cold grilled chicken. She was a damn good cook.

Once their food was finished, Grace teased him with chocolate cake, until he pinned her down, taking a piece for himself. After all the food was finished, he packed up the basket, and Grace lay between his thighs, and read from the e-reader he’d given to her. Drake laughed at some of the scenes she read out, and grew hot at a couple of the sex scenes.

“Did you purposefully fill this e-reader with porn?”

“It’s not porn, and yes, I did.”

“Why?”

“You’re reading something that I had given you. I figured the more you read, the hotter you would get, and you would think about me as you did.”

“So you did it on purpose?” Grace asked.

“From the moment I first saw you at the diner, I knew I wanted you.”

“You did?”

“I did.” He ran the tips of his fingers down her arms before wrapping them around her waist. “What do you think to that?”

“I had no idea. You settled for being my friend.”

“I settled for what I could get, and you were only ready to be friends.”

Grace snuggled against him. “I’m pleased we’re more. You know there are times I feel like we’ve been friends all of my life.”

Drake tensed up as he heard a twig snap. Getting to his feet, he stood in front of Grace, protecting her.

A large man wearing a Trojans MC leather cut appeared. The man’s hair was to his shoulders, and he was frowning.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.