My dark secret

Chapter 6

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Tom

She's sat glaring at her laptop screen.

Over the last week we have talked more and I've learned that she's got a great sense of humour and a twisted mind, which I hate to love. On top of that, watching her contort herself into those poses for yoga sure helps kill the monotony. It's hard to be bored around a girl who can put her legs behind her head. I also read one of her books whilst I had nothing better to do and it was surprisingly good. She's full of surprises. Sometimes, she'll cook our favourite meals, just because. One time I walked in on her and Kyle singing Irish folk songs. I asked her where she had learnt them but she refused to tell me and Kyle didn't know either. It's strange. She'll tell you anything you want to know except about her family. It can't have been that bad. I mean, they had enough money to send her to boarding school for fuck's sake.

"The laptop hasn't done anything to you, you know," I tease.

Her glare burns into my very core before returning to the laptop.

Well that's something new. Her smile makes me want to make her moan and her laugh makes me want to lick her from head to foot, but seeing her pissed off is even more of a turn on.

"Why don't you do some yoga? That always calms you down." If I'm going to hell I might as well enjoy the trip.

Bach wanders over and drops his head into her lap. If only it were my head there.

Damn, what's wrong with me?

Catherine

Stupid fucking cursor, taunting me with the amount of words that I have written. That amount being precisely zero.

"Why don't you just write?" Tom asks.

I'm not in the mood for him today. "If only it was that easy." I snap

"Sure it is. Didn't you say before that you should write about what you know?"

"Yes. However, I'm lacking inspiration for this particular story."

"What's it about?"

"It's supposed to be..." I can feel the blush fanning across my cheeks and I struggle to finish the sentence, deeply embarrased, "an erotica."

"Well, that's easy. You've been laid." He pauses, suddenly looking unsure. "You have been laid before right?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes"

"So what's the problem?"

I fidget in my seat. This isn't a conversation I waant to have. "I just haven't done it in a while."

He cocks an eyebrow. "When was the last time you fucked?"

Fuck it! If we're having this talk, then I might as well be honest. I think for a moment before replying. "Going on 2 years." I sit still staring at my screen so I can't see his face and the quiet is getting to me.

A thought comes to me. "When was the last time you slept with someone?" I ask, finally daring to look at him.

He looks down at his wrist as if he's checking the time. The silence stretches on for what feels like eternity. What is he doing?

"Aaand that would make it four hours and 15 minutes ago, to be precise."

Caught off guard, I laugh.

He smirks at me. "Are you really asking me when I last fucked some girl, or do you really want me to tell you how I fucked some girl?"

I blush slightly. "Well, I need to get inspiration from somewhere."

"Or do you want me to tell you how I would fuck you?"

I blush scarlet. "There's no need for that."

"Are you sure you don't want to know about how I would push you up against that wall and fuck you until you can't even walk?"

I feel like a deer in the headlights. Between the way he's looking at me and his body, I definitely want to hear more.

This last week we have been getting along better, even if the teasing has a slightly flirtatious tone to it. And I would be lying if I said that I didn't think about licking every square inch of him as I waited to fall asleep every night.

"Forget about it. I'll just come up with something."

I sit back trying to come up with something that isn't Tom's tongue running up my neck but it's no use.

He smiles wickedly at me and I know he can read me like an open book.

"Have you ever killed someone," I ask, fairly certain that'll kill the mood.

"Why? Would that turn you on?"

"Do you think it would?" I deflect. It's not that I fantasize about sleeping with a murderer but the whole bad boy image is undeniably hot.

He shrugs. "You're a goodie two shoes. Good girls are always freaks in bed."

I frown. I don't know why but something about his last statement annoys me. I push the feeling down and ask another question. "How old were you when you committed your first crime?"

He scowls at me but I just cock an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. I told you about one of my crimes. Tell me about one of yours," I wheedle. I know the MC is involved in shady stuff; he's just circling the obvious.

His look turns icy. "I know your mom is a cop. I ain't telling you shit, snitch."

I glare at him, telling myself not to say something I'll regret later. I slam my laptop closed and storm into my room letting the door bang loudly behind me. Standing next to the bed I contemplate screaming but decide against it. He is so infuriating! Instead of screaming or punching the walls I opt for pacing around the room.

After a few rounds, a timid knock comes from the door. Tom pokes his head in.

"Hey, I didn't mean to piss you off. If you want, there's a party tonight at the clubhouse. We can go there and you can ask Kyle and Pete your questions. I'd be careful about asking anyone else though."

***

As soon as we arrive at the clubhouse, he ditches me at a table with Kyle, Pete and some other men I've never met who are all playing poker.

"Do you know how to play?" Kyle asks.

I shake my head.

"Fine, we can play rummy." He starts shuffling whilst he introduces me to everyone.

As he deals out the cards I pick them up one by one.

"Beer?" Beast asks and I happily accept his offer.

I've known Beast for less than 5 minutes but his appearance lives up to his nickname. But despite their rough exteriors, all the men around the table are friendly and seem entertained by the fact I chose to wear a floral summer dress to a clubhouse party full of bikers. To say I stand out like a sore thumb is an understatement.

A prospect places a beer in front of me just as we begin to play. On my second turn to pick up a card, I place all my cards on the table and finish the game. The men groan.

"This is why I don't bet against you," Kyle grumbles.

I laugh and another hand is dealt out.

An hour later and I've won all but one of the rounds

"Does anyone want to a beer?" I ask.

They all accept. "Go past the kitchen and it's the first door on the right," Kyle tells me. "There's a fridge with special beers. They're for us."