Page 50 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

“Tie. Time for sudden death.” This time I aim a lot more carefully, taking my time. I have plans, and I'm not letting her fucking ruin them. She's gonna thank me afterwards.

The bullet smacks the target well inside bounds. Then her next shot is in, and my next shot is in, and then hers is in. We both want this.

“Willow, just letting you know, I've got a real good lesson in mind.” I turn to Dragon. “Are you going to be my hype man or what?”

“Go get ‘er, tiger,” he says in a flat, deadpan tone.

Jackass. “Thanks, dude.”

“No problem.”

Willow’s eyes flicker in my direction, but that's all the acknowledgement I get. Our girl's got a competitive streak a mile wide. But I'm gonna fucking win this.

One more shot, right in the middle of the target's forehead.

“Booooooo,” I get from the clearly biased crowd.

Willow licks her lips, aims and squeezes the trigger. We all hold our breath, but when the smoke clears, it’s out. Her shoulders droop and she puts her gun down. “Dammit.”

“Nah, don’t worry. You just won. And I can’t wait to show you your prize.” I throw my arm over her shoulder. “I’m taking my girl back if you don’t mind.”

Paige grins and waves. “It’s fine. Go have fun. We'll catch up later.”

Willow looks up at me with a dry little laugh. “I was tired already. You know that right?”

“Boo fucking hoo,” I growl into her ear. “Come on, babe, time for school.”

27

WILLOW

I wasn’tsure what to expect inside the school. A bunch of guys crashing in old classrooms I guess, but they’ve put a lot of work into it. Sure the hallways look about the same, and it’s obvious what the building was, but Blackout's room is nicer than I thought.

The ceilings are high, and there’s a row of windows on the far wall providing a lot of light. He’s on the second floor, with a partial view of the street I live on and the river beyond. It’s kind of nice thinking that Blackout can literally see the top of my house from here.

It’s an L-shaped room and pretty clean, other than a small collection of empty beer bottles on the counter and a couple of dishes in the sink of the kitchenette on my left. There's a mini-fridge, a microwave and a counter with a small sink. Beyond is a sitting area, where there's a comfortable-looking couch and a couple of chairs. The walls are painted a warm terracotta, featuring pictures of bikes, sexy women and sexy women on bikes. I’m sensing a theme. A bass guitar leans up against thewall next to the couch, and a deck of cards is spread out over the long, narrow coffee table.

Blackout wraps his arms around me from behind while Dragon closes the door behind us. “So, baby, are you ready to be good for teacher?”

I feel his thickness against my ass, even through our jeans. “Fair’s fair I guess. So long as I get a rematch after I get to practice a little.”

He moves his hands up to cup my breast through my shirt. “Let’s play another trust game.”

Last time, he blindfolded me and showed me exactly what that tongue of his could do. But now? We're further along. I've had sex with them. I've tasted them, felt their cum spatter onto my breasts. The time with the blindfold was really hot. How wild can he drive me this time? Him and Dragon both.

The butterflies are already fluttering in my stomach. “How do we play?” I ask, my voice barely carrying.

He kisses the top of my head, then urges me forwards. “We'll go to the bed, and get you naked.”

I like that idea.

“What about you?” I look over my shoulder at Dragon. “Are we all playing?”

“Absolutely, but he can run the show for now.” He starts peeling off his shirt, which has me wetting my lips in anticipation. I’ve always thought people oversexualize nudity—probably a result of growing up with hippies—but with these guys it’s hard not to think about sex every time I see them undress.

There's no separate bedroom in Blackout's quarters, but because of a little added room behind the kitchenette that’s probably a bathroom, there’s an alcove with enough room for a king sized bed and not much else. I could sleep in any direction and still have to roll far to fall off. By myself, it'd be too much, but with two big soon-to-be naked bikers? It feels just right.

“So do you trust us?” Blackout's last check to make sure I'm on board.

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