Page 102 of Down & Dirty: Rage

At least that proved the bed frame wasn’t crap, given that it didn’t even creak from the impact. But then, she was pretty damn sure its durability had been tested many times over with how many DAMC brothers or sisters had lived in the apartment in the past.

Guaranteed, the bed in Bri’s room had seen more action once a mirror had been installed above that bed decades ago. Funny how not one occupant wanted to remove it.

That ceiling mirror had certainly seen some interesting things in its lifetime. Lyric would rather not know exactly what.

In fact, she was pretty sure Ash’s aunt and uncle had taken full advantage of that mirror when Jewel had lived in the apartment many moons ago. Long before Vi was born. Rumor had it she was conceived in that bed.

Lyric figured it was more like truth thanrumor. She wondered if they had a similar mirror installed above their bed in their house in the DAMC compound.

But at their age, that view had surely changed. Since most of the OG women still called Diesel’s ass the Eighth Wonder of the World—including her own mother—Lyric had secretly checked it out when no one was looking. Of course, Diesel had been wearing jeans so her view wasn’t ideal.

Since Ash leaned more like his uncle than his own father, the ass she saw the morning he took her virginity looked perfect. But would his be considered good enough to be labeled one of the Wonders of the World? The jury was still out on that and she’d need to see it naked again to be the judge.

A thrill shot through her when he growled, “Got a wrap?”

Of course she didn’t. She’d only had sex once and it was with him. “You don’t?”

A look of satisfaction flashed across his face. That was when she realized he’d been testing her.

Did he really think that after having sex with him she’d run out and bang someone else so soon? Maybe some of her sisters would, but Lyric’s sexual confidence wasn’t at that level yet.

Even so, bikers tended to be possessive whether they had the right to be or not.

“Lucky I got one.”

Oh yes, lucky her. But she wasn’t the only one about to get lucky.

After yanking his wallet out of his back pocket by the chain, he dug out a condom. He tossed it on the bed before shrugging out of his cut and placing it over one of the stacked moving boxes. He scrambled to remove his boots and socksnext, then facing her, he peeled his worn T-shirt over his head and threw it over his shoulder.

Her eyes followed its path to the floor before quickly returning to him in time to watch him shed his jeans. Unlike when she’d found him commando the other day, he wore boxer briefs that clung to his erection.

He dropped those in one swoop, too, before stepping free and closer to the side of the bed, his hard, veiny cock in hand.

When she rotated her finger in the air, his brow wrinkled. “What?”

“Turn around.”

“Why?”

“I want to see something.”

“What?”

She sat up. “I heard so much about the Eighth Wonder of the World and I want to see if yours lives up to the hype, too.”

His eyes narrowed. “The what?”

“Eighth Wonder of the World.”

“No idea what that is.”

“Of course you wouldn’t. It’s something only the women talk about.” Or used to. Now it was mostly legend since Diesel was never caught with his pants down anymore.

“What is it?”

She rolled her eyes. “Ash. Just turn around. Please.”

He began to turn, but stopped abruptly. “It’s the colors on my back that your dad did?”