Dirty Secret: A Bad Boy Romance (Bluefield Bad Boys Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

women. Not that Duff didn’t have his share of groupies. He definitely did. But when he liked someone, he put his whole heart and soul into the relationship. Unfortunately, two bad marriages later, he had discovered that he needed badly to work on his girlfriend choosing skills. That was where his main character flaw merged with Brick’s, boobs before anything else. They both tended to see a girl’s breasts long before they noticed anything else.
    I pulled out the chicken and slid it across the granite to Duff. I popped open a soda and walked around to the stool next to him.
    Rex walked into the room, and his focus went straight to the chicken. “Dude, I had my eyes on that chicken this morning.” He tapped the side of his head. “I made a mental note that it was going to be lunch, and now there you are, sucking those bones dry.” He reached for a drumstick on the plate, but Duff held up a hand to stop his quest.
    “Too late. Next time try a sticky note. I didn’t see any damn mental note on the chicken.”
    Rex was his own animal too. He was sort of halfway between Brick and Duff on the woman front, but most of the time, he was too damn caught up in something stupid like a big gambling debt or shady business investment to have time for lovesick groupies. Rex had wisely decided that our luck would eventually run out and that Ice Cake would lose its mojo. He wanted to be ready to keep the millions rolling in the moment our fate was sealed.
    “Who the fuck is eating my chicken?” Brick sat up from the couch in the next room. A girl with pink streaks in her hair sat up groggily next to him.
    “Oh my god,” I sneered at him. “We all sit on that couch.”
    “Relax, Lennie, we were just napping.” He kissed the girl and said something to her. She buttoned her blouse as she climbed off the couch. She tiptoed past all of us, as if it would make her less noticeable. Then she skittered off in the direction of Brick’s bedroom.
    Brick combed his long hair back with his fingers. Like his pink haired friend, he was busy buttoning himself up as he got up from the couch and headed toward the kitchen. “That was my damn chicken to begin with.”
    Apparently the chicken debate was not going away anytime soon.
    Duff looked at him with a bored expression. “I think I could bring it back up if I jammed my finger down my throat. It was good, by the way. But next time you should order the extra spicy.”
    Brick walked around to the refrigerator. “It was extra spicy.” He inclined his head toward the hallway where his friend had just scuttled off to. “Brynn likes the spicy sauce, so I let her lick it off. It was a lot of fun to watch.”
    Duff’s face blanched, and his smug expression faded as he dropped the last piece of chicken onto the plate. “Now I really will stick my finger down my throat.”
    “Dodged that fucking bullet.” Rex’s laugh boomed off the kitchen walls.
    I stifled a smile and sidled past Brick with my soda.
    “When are we leaving for California?” Duff asked as he shoved the plate away, seemingly hoping to distance himself from the tainted chicken.
    Brick grabbed a banana and peeled it. “Saturday. We’re stopping in Virginia for a day.”
    “Why is that?” I asked.
    Brick took a bite of banana before talking. An annoying habit of his. “I’m meeting up with that collector about the Les Paul I’m thinking of buying. I want to see it before I shell out the big bucks for it.”
    “So, we all have to sit around Virginia for a day while you check out a friggin’ guitar for your collection?” I slid off the stool.
    Duff looked over at me, and I knew one of his lectures was going to follow. “Lennie, we’re all going to waste an entire fucking week on the beach in California, and it’s well past bikini season, so you can rest up from exhaustion.”
    His words hurt, and he knew it. Duff was the one person in the house who could lecture me and get away with it.
    Brick and Rex were shooting me