“Well, Georgia, did you have plans once you left here? I’m leaving and thought you might want to come and keep me company?” I offered, biting back a rude comment as her friend gave me a disgusted once-over.
“Georgia, this is Ryder Donovan’s sister. You know, that asshole we hate.” I wasn’t surprised by their attitude. Ryder had made a name for himself and was notorious for breaking hearts.
“Don’t be mean,” Georgia hissed, giving me an apologetic look.
“She’s just as bad as he is,” she growled, turning to give me a dirty look. “You only want to fuck her then toss her aside. I’ve heard all about you.”
I shrugged, crossing my arms. “That’s why I didn’t ask her to marry me. I don’t make bullshit promises. I’m offering a night of fun, nothing more. Your friend is more than welcome to turn me down.”
Georgia seemed nervous, but most girls I hit on were. Eighty percent of the time, they were straight girls who wanted the girl on girl college experience, and they’d never been with a chick before. That was fine by me, because it meant they knew it was just fun and didn’t intend on sticking around, and it also meant they were eager to take whatever I’d give them. If I felt like letting them go down on me, I could teach them how I liked it too, but that was rare.
“So?” I asked after giving Georgia a moment to think. “How about it? I’ll be gentle, I promise.” I gave her a playful wink, her friends looking horrified as she finally gave me a nod.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Georgia!” her friend snapped, but she waved her off.
“C’mon. We were only going to head to the bar and try to get laid anyway.”
“Yeah, with guys!”
I chuckled, reaching out to pull Georgia towards me, my fingers tightening around hers. “Yeah, but while you guys are having mediocre sex in an unwashed bed with a half drunk dude that can’t keep his dick up long enough to get you off, your friend here will be six orgasms deep on silk sheets, not able to stop the trembling in her legs.”
“Georgia, we’re supposed to stick together for safety reasons,” another friend warned. I appreciated the statement, I hated it when girls got too drunk to look after themselves then wandered off alone. These girls seemed to genuinely care about their friend, so I figured I’d calm them down and be nice.
“I’ll make sure she texts you when we get there, and again when I take her home. Expect it to be late though. I intend on having her for a few hours.”
“Hours?” one squeaked, earning a fake look of confusion in return. Her response hadn’t surprised me in the slightest.
“Well, yeah? Wait, you don’t get hours of orgasms? Girl, you really need to get laid by a woman. Men are such a disappointment,” I tsked, turning my attention back to Georgia. “You ready to go then, babe?”
Her face flushed at me calling her babe, her hand tightening in mine as she said goodbye to her friends and followed me back to my Corvette. Angel gave me an amused glance as we approached, but she didn’t mention it when she said she’d meet us at her place before walking off to her car.
I took my bat out of the car and put it in the trunk so Georgia had more leg room, then I climbed behind the wheel and started the engine, following Angel towards the gate so we could get this party started.
ChapterThree
Luna
“Stop pouting.” Dad chuckled as I let out a sigh. We’d been sitting at the dining table having dinner, but I couldn’t help but be annoyed that I wasn’t at the track with Landon and Riley. No one else’s parents seemed to make them stay home, and I felt like a child.
Tempest had picked at her dinner for five minutes before excusing herself, apparently not wanting to spend time with us when she could’ve been locked in her room instead. She was the life of the party outside these walls, but she was pretty quiet at home when it was just us.
We used to be close as kids, but it was as if we were strangers now. Something had changed with her in high school, and she just stopped confiding in me. I’d heard rumors from kids at school, most claiming she was on drugs. I wanted to defend her, but I honestly didn’t know the truth.
I glanced at Dad, my voice soft. “Why do we have so many rules? No one else does. It’s embarrassing. I’m twenty, and Tempest is twenty-one. She’s legally allowed to sit at the bar and get drunk.”
He rested his elbows on the table, eyeing me with understanding. He wasn’t an unfair parent, but he was firm sometimes. Mom was lenient, but I didn’t bother looking over at her for help. She’d always back Dad’s rules.
“I’d prefer you to be embarrassed than in trouble. I don’t do it to be a dick, I do it to keep you safe. You’ve been spending a lot of time at the shed lately on fight nights, which is one place I’ve asked you not to go, and I think it’s good for us to spend family time together.”
“We just watch Beckett’s fights then leave,” I mumbled, his brow creasing with confusion.
“You hate violence, so why do you go? To keep Riley happy? If she’s a real friend, she won’t expect that from you.”
“I like Beckett. Riley doesn’t push me, she’s always happy to do something else if I don’t want to go,” I assured him. “But she shouldn’t have to miss out on Beckett or Maddox’s fights because of me. I like the shed. You know I’m safe there.”
“Honey…” He sighed, holding my gaze. “You heard what happened with the Demons. Danger can hide in plain sight, and I worry about something happening to both you girls. I hate that you’re around the crews, but I also know I can’t keep you from them.”