Page 13 of Dirty Secrets

“You know you’re my favorite girl, right? This right here means more to me than getting laid.”

I hated how she scoffed, not believing me. Raven would always mean more to me than any other woman on the planet.

She was who I’d run to as a child after the traumatic situations I’d faced, thanks to my mother.

I hoped that woman rotted in her damn prison cell. She might not have hurt me, but she’d let other people, which felt like the same damn thing.

“Yeah, right. Nothing is better than pussy to you. No need to lie to make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying. I’ve been selfish lately and ignoring how random girls in the house were obviously bothering you. You come first to me, and I’m sorry for acting like an asshole. No more, I mean it,” I said seriously, knowing I had to stick to that promise.

“You guys would make a crime scene if I had a gangbang while you were home,” she said tensely. “You can’t treat girls like shit then get angry when someone does the same to me. It’s just what guys do, right?”

“Okay, we’re going to have a sex talk,” I muttered under my breath, psyching myself up a little. Raven and sex shouldn’t have even been in the same sentence, and it was a little bit of an uncomfortable discussion to have with her.

It gave me a fucking boner, and I prayed she didn’t move her damn leg or she’d feel it.

“It’s not like you’re shy. Spit it out,” she grumbled, but curiosity lined her tone. If any man managed to get into her pants, I’d bet money on her letting them do anything they wanted out of pure curiosity.

That thought made my dick turn to granite.

“It’s weird talking sex with you,” I huffed, making her laugh.

“I’ve literally seen you fucking before, Logan. It’s not like you have boundaries. I’m the one that should be uncomfortable, not you. Which I am, by the way.”

“The thing is, we sleep with girls with experience and zero attachments. You’re going to want to find someone nice and date them, but someone’s likely to just hump and dump you. It’s not a bad thing that you don’t have experience, you just need someone who respects that about you and won’t push you too far.”

“You won’t let anyone close enough anyway.”

“Tell me some guys you’d let fuck you and I’ll make lists about why you shouldn’t,” I said dryly, knowing she had terrible taste. “Any guy you’ve shown interest in was a piece of shit. Find a decent man and I’ll try to hold Reid back.”

The thought made me sick, but I couldn’t keep her caged forever to try and keep her safe. I should’ve just been grateful that she was happy to talk to me about these things and not sneak off to fuck someone for the sake of it behind our backs.

She technically had every right to, we were just friends, but she had no idea of the dangers she could face by putting herself out there like that. Especially here in the Heights.

I kept telling myself that was my reason, anyway. It was mostly because she’d been my first crush and I wasn’t ready to watch her love someone else.

I couldn’t have her, but I was struggling to let her go.

“What was wrong with that blond guy at the track? He was nice to me,” she asked bitterly, making me snort.

“You mean the prick in the black Mustang that tried to get you to ride with him for his race? He had a bet with his buddy that he could get into your pants and was going to secretly film it for proof. Next.”

She seemed surprised by that but didn’t ask. Zavier had overheard the guy bragging about how he was going to win the bet since Raven was eating out of his hand.

He possibly lost a tooth.

“Well, the guy with the jacked up truck was polite. He even offered me a bottle of water when I complained that it was too hot. You got jealous when he returned with it and tipped it out,” she scowled.

“He spiked it with roofies. Next.”

“The guy with the guitar at the Heights bonfire two years ago!”

“He beat his last girlfriend half to death and forced himself on her regularly,” I answered sharply, remembering that night well. Broke my hand on that fucker’s face for even considering touching Raven. “You’re upset we didn’t let you fuck those assholes? You don’t even know their names.”

“As if you know who you’re fucking. Double standards.”

“I remember my first. Keisha Bentley. She told everyone I rocked her world when, in reality, I came fast and she didn’t even get off. She knew it was my first time though and was nice about it, despite my fucking embarrassment,” I chuckled as if Raven wasn’t aware of how my first time had gone.