My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)
“Never. He’s got a club full of women to serve that pesky need of his. Answer my question.”
Running fingers through his hair, he blew out a breath. “We’re going to watch a movie, and I’ll take her to dinner or something. I’ve got no intention of hurting her, or fucking her.”
“Are you going to take her to the club?” Chloe asked.
He stared at her. “She’s not ready to see the club.”
“Suzy, would you come and help me?” Grace said, shouting for them to hear.
“Excuse me.” Suzy walked across the living space toward one of the doors on the far right.
“Why would you ask about the club?”
“She’s not going to be ready to see that place, and especially not the backrooms either.”
“When are you going to stop by the club?”
“I’m not. I’m taking a break, and I see the guys when they come to eat at the diner.”
“You’re cutting us out of your life?” Drake asked.
“No, not at all.” Chloe unfolded her arms and dropped down beside him. “I need to do this.”
“I get it, believe it or not, I do.” He patted her knee, offering her comfort. “The guys miss you.”
“They miss having a willing woman to suck their cock.”
“I don’t think it’s about that. They miss you being with them, holding you.”
Chloe sighed. “I always worried that I was too needy.”
“You’d be surprised how many guys are just as needy.” He rested his head on hers.
“Don’t hurt Grace.”
“I’m not going to.”
“I think she’d like it at the clubhouse, as weird as that sounds. She’s not had a lot of experience.”
“That’s a long way off. She wants to be friends.”
“Her ex really did a number on her, and now she has a hard time trusting anyone. It sucks, it really does, but there’s not a lot we can do.” Chloe pulled away. “Take care of her though.”
“Always.”
He turned as the door opened, and Grace walked out.
“I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to take my time.” Her hair fell around her in curls, and she wore an ankle length blue dress with slender straps. She looked utterly beautiful.
He had some blue jeans and a black shirt underneath his Dirty Fuckers MC leather cut.
“I don’t mind waiting. Teri better be paying you overtime.”
“She is. It was a mad rush. Are you ready to go?”
“Yep.” He turned to the other women. “We’ll be late so don’t wait up.”
Pressing his hand on her back, he moved them out of the apartment. They walked to the end of the long corridor, and stepped on the elevator.