My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)

“That’s it, baby, fuck, yes.” He groaned, and she felt the pulse of his cock as he spilled inside her.

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The following morning, Grace sneaked out of Drake’s bedroom wearing a pair of his boxer briefs and one of his long shirts. She was surprised they actually fit, but she needed to get away from him right now. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she grabbed her pumps, and closed the door silently before heading downstairs. She passed a woman who was sleeping naked against the stairs with a man between her thighs.

It wasn’t the nicest sight in the world. She left the clubhouse without too many people stopping her. Last night had been amazing, scary, and fucking wonderful. Drake had asked her to marry him, and she had said yes. Only now, she was starting to wonder what the fuck she was doing.

You’re in love with him.

Being in love and getting married were a long way away. They had only been having sex for a few weeks, and now she could be pregnant.

On the way down the long path, she paused when she caught sight of Pixie walking toward her.

“Morning,” Pixie said, whistling.

“You’re in a good mood.”

“Yes. I am.”

Grace frowned. “Why?”

“It’s none of your business, but don’t you worry, you’re not going to put me in a bad mood.”

She watched as he continued to whistle and make his way back toward the clubhouse. Shaking her head, she made her way into the diner, letting herself into the back door. Teri was already there, drinking a coffee.

“Morning,” Grace said. “Did you p

ut Pixie in a good mood?”

“I’ve not seen Pixie since he left the clubhouse last night. Fuck, my head is pounding, and I feel like I’m going to throw up.” Teri dropped her head into her arms. “This is the first time that I don’t think I’m going to be able to cook.”

Grace tapped Teri’s shoulder, and the woman turned to look at her.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

“I sneaked out of Drake’s room.”

“I heard you’re getting married. Congratulations.”

Moving away from her friend, Grace went into the changing room, and started to put her spare uniform on.

“Why do I get the feelings there’s something I don’t know?” Teri asked, entering the room, and closing the door.

Pinning her hair up, Grace shook her head. “There’s nothing to say. Honestly.”

“Every other woman getting married would be screaming from the rooftops, and you look like it’s the worst news you’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not the worst news.”

“Wait, hold up, you’re not excited about getting married?” Teri asked. “Please speak quietly. My head has several men slamming my brain with sledgehammers.”

“I don’t know what I am.” Grace closed her locker.

“You’re not excited.”

“I’m … I don’t know.”

“You accepted his marriage proposal last night.”