Naked as the day he was born, Keys had run from the black gate that guarded the main entrance to the clubhouse all the way across grass, sidewalk, and what once had been farmland, through trees, and past houses filled with his club brothers and their families.
Thank God he was the one who controlled all the club’s security cameras and feeds. Though he stillsworethe next day thatSteel knew. The look he’d given him had been…knowing, which freaked Keys the fuck out and made him jumpy for days.
So now he had a choice to make. Risk another embarrassing truth or an even worse dare that could land him in a spot with his brothers. They already saw him as the kid brother, the one they had to watch out for. But what if she asked for another truth and Keys had to confess that he had no exes, or that much life experience, or that one story he’d told her was theextentof his sexual history?
Fuck. He’d rather face scrutiny and ridicule from his brothers than have to admit to a woman he’d never met that he was a virgin.
White: Dare.
The devil face that came across his screen made Keys sweat where he sat.
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WiseWave620: Are you serious? Never??
Gl!tch.OS: Never! Personally, I never understood the point.
WiseWave620: Okay. I’m seriously questioning your sanity. The Point?! The point is to be free. To feel the wind in your hair and let go!
Gl!tch.OS: Don’t you wear a helmet?
WiseWave620: Metaphorical wind in your hair.
Gl!tch.OS: Motorcyclists are 29% more likely to die in a crash PER MILE TRAVELED than motorists.
WiseWave620: I travel in the middle of the pack, so my stats are even lower than that.
Gl!tch.OS:
WiseWave620:
WiseWave620: Seriously, though, you’ve never wanted to? Even in your “rebel teen years”, which I still need evidence of. You seem way too mature and put together for that.
Gl!tch.OS: Oh, and like you were that put together as a teen?
WiseWave620: You know damn well that I wasn’t.
Gl!tch.OS: Exactly. There’s your proof.
Gl!tch.OS: & no, never wanted to, never will.
WiseWave620: You’re missing out.
WiseWave620: How are you the tech of a motorcycle club and never been on a motorcycle??
Gl!tch.OS: I’m not a member of the club! I’m like a contract employee—or a contract boss, in a way. I find them problems that need solving and point them in the right direction.
WiseWave620: Lame.
Gl!tch.OS: Says the man wearing a unicorn onesie?
WiseWave620: Hey! I only have to wear it for another 42 minutes and then I will once again have my manhood back.
Gl!tch.OS: Baby, you neverhad it.
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Gl!tch.OS: Keys?
