My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)
“At the club, when you get inside, you’ll discover that it’s very open, very free. We don’t have any rules. Obviously men and women are there because they want to be. It’s consensual.”
“What you’re telling me isn’t scary.”
“We don’t have sex in our bedrooms, Grace. We fuck where we want to fuck. There’s a main room, and if you see a man fucking a woman, or a woman taking several cocks at the same time, that’s natural. There’s also a playroom at the back of the club. That’s for more personal and private use.”
Grace was shocked. She knew sex clubs and stuff like that were all popular right now. There had been enough media coverage of it on the news. She’d never actually been to one. Dwayne didn’t even like having sex with the light on, not that she’d enjoyed their sex life. It had been boring. She’d lain on her back, while he climbed on, rutted, moaned, and came. Her sex life in a few choice words, and even now, she was ashamed of it.
“So by porn, you watch the real life stuff. You don’t need to go paying per view or something like that.”
He pulled into the diner’s parking lot.
“No, I don’t.”
“Wow, I really didn’t need to worry about watching a romance. Next time, that’s what we’re watching.” She tried to make light of it, but all she felt was stupid. She had made a big deal about them being friends, and it hadn’t mattered, not really. He had more than enough sex and women at the club. She’d seen many of the club whores at the diner.
Crap. Tears filled her eyes, and she forced herself to look out of the window. “We’re here,” she said. Climbing out of the car, she entered the diner. “I’m just going to use the bathroom.”
She didn’t look behind her, and made her way straight toward the toilet. Entering the stall, she sat down on the toilet, and took deep breaths.
You want to be friends, and of course he’s more than fine with that. He’s got what he wants at the clubhouse.
“Grace, are you okay?” She heard Teri call out her name, and she felt even more stupid.
“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Drake told me what he said to you. He’s worried about you.”
“No need to be worried. I’m more than fine.” She wiped the tears underneath her eyes, and did her best to suck up the pain of what his words had caused.
Flushing the toilet to keep on with the pretense that she had indeed needed the toilet, she left the cubicle, and Teri was there, arms folded.
“He wants to be with you, Grace.”
“You don’t have to stick up for him or anything. I get it, I really do.”
“I don’t think you do. You look like you’ve gotten the wrong end of the stick, and I find that sad to witness.”
Grace sighed. She seemed to be doing that a lot just lately, and it was annoying the hell out of her. The last thing she wanted to do was keep on sighing, and making out she was upset. She was stronger than this, and she was determined to prove it.
“Drake and I are friends. I shouldn’t have been so concerned about him thinking there would be more. He’s got the club, and I’m fine with that.”
Teri gave her a sad smile. “You’re lying to yourself. Drake’s not been with a woman since he first saw you.”
Grace shook her head. “I doubt that.”
“One day you’ll see the truth. You’re okay.”
Staring at her reflection, Grace was more than happy that she hadn’t made a mess of herself. There was no evid
ence of crying.
Success.
“I’m fine.”
“Let’s go on out.”
Leaving the bathroom, she saw that Drake had taken a booth near the front of the diner. She took a seat opposite him and picked up the menu even though she knew it better than he probably did. “I can recommend a lot—”