Page 8 of Dirty Secrets

I was winning, but then the bitch pulled a knife on me and managed to cut me across the ribs. It wasn’t deep enough to warrant a hospital trip, but it had bled like a motherfucker.

Logan got me home so Zavier could patch it up, and Reid lost his ever loving mind over it.

If he couldn’t race on the streets, then I wasn’t allowed to fight.

Slowly, I felt like I’d somehow lost myself in that deal we’d made.

“I want a chocolate shake too since you’re splurging,” I warned, knowing it was a waste of money but we didn’t treat ourselves often. If Zavier claimed he could afford it, then I’d allow it.

“Of course. Can’t have waffles for breakfast without a shake.”

He left the room so I could get dressed, the sounds from Logan’s room getting louder as I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. At least he was in his bedroom this time.

I was tired of walking into the kitchen or living room to find one of them naked.

Especially lately, since I kept finding myself looking at them a second longer than I should’ve.

Reid was drinking juice by the sink in his boxers when I wandered into the kitchen, and since his entire body had a sheen of sweat coating it, I figured he was just having a break from the sex marathon up the hallway.

“Where are you guys going?” Reid asked as Zavier walked up behind me with Logan’s keys. He was braver than me, I wouldn’t want to step foot in that room. The air alone would taste like sex.

“Breakfast, since you assholes woke us up. I want that bitch gone before we get back,” I demanded, trying to snatch the keys from Zavier but failing. “Hey, I’m driving.”

I was a good driver, not that I’d probably ever own a car. The guys had spent lots of time teaching me though, just in case I needed to escape a bad situation and steal a car.

Zavier held them out of reach and ignored me, but Reid rolled his eyes.

“What’s your problem, Rae? It’s never bothered you before when we’ve brought girls home.”

“How would you like it if I started letting guys gangbang me right in front of you, huh? I can appreciate you actually using the bedroom this time, but shut her up. I don’t want to hear it anymore,” I scowled, his eyes narrowing.

“No one’s gangbanging you.”

“Not here, no. Maybe I’ll start hanging around the college in Ashburn Valley. Bet some of them would rail me until I passed out since rich boys seem to have a thing for girls from the wrong side of the tracks these days,” I said sweetly, leaving before he could explode. I heard him arguing with Zavier but it didn’t take long for Zavier to join me, zero sign of conflict on his face.

Sometimes, I worried that he was a little too laid back.

We silently climbed into Logan’s ‘69 burnt orange Plymouth Roadrunner, and headed towards Rawson Grove, and I wasn’t surprised when my phone buzzed with a message.

Reid: She’ll be gone before you’re home. Sorry, Rae.

Raven: Can’t you just fuck them in your cars at the track and then come home alone?

Reid: Take it from someone who has fucked in cars. It’s not comfortable.

Raven: Sounds like a you problem.

Reid: Promise not to beat me up when you get home?

I chuckled, glancing at Zavier. “Reid’s scared I’m going to beat him.”

“Make him sweat. He deserves it,” he grinned, and I laughed as I sent back a shrug emoji and pocketed my phone again.

“He’s at least promised to send the girl packing. What did you say to him?”

“That unless he wants to see the roles reversed, he’d better quit it. You’re right, you know? They wouldn’t like to see you getting railed by random guys all the time in the living room, so they need to stop parading their sex life in front of you. Besides, it’s your house. They can just get over it.”

“Can I ask you something without you getting mad?” I asked quietly, his hand blindly reaching out to rest on my thigh. Something so simple shouldn’t have made me want to jump him, but it did.

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