“I will. I’ll be able to think of you every time the bruise on my leg hurts,” he said with a mock salute before walking back inside, letting me leave in peace.
I called Beckett on the hands-free, her sharp voice hitting my speakers almost instantly. “The fuck are you doing in Rawson?”
“I miss you too, big sis,” I said brightly, switching gears as I got out onto the main road. “Mom sent me to pick up some stuff. Trust me, I don’t want to be here. Your friends are assholes.”
“Knox is a little bit of a grumpy pants, sure,” she said with a chuckle, seeming to relax at knowing I wasn’t causing trouble.
“I meant all of them. I don’t know who the fuck Knox is, I’ve only met Cruz and Stone.” I relayed Cruz’s message, making her groan.
“He’s been here more than me this week, I swear. I got home the other day to him napping on the couch with Jett. If I didn’t know Jett was straight, I’d swear he was having an affair with that fucker.”
I snorted, not at all surprised. “They’re scarily similar.”
“Yeah. Try spending time with them both at once. You heading back home now? I can meet you there if you want?” she offered, but I had a better idea.
“You feel like a drink? I’ll meet you at Harley’s Bar in a few hours once I’ve had a fucking nap. I heard he got a pool table.”
“Sold. Text me when you’re ready,” she replied before hanging up.
I enjoyed the cool breeze as I drove, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. I might have loved racing, but a slow drive was nice sometimes.
Once I was home, I dumped the bag in the office, then I trudged upstairs to my room. I needed a nice, relaxing afternoon. It was either that or I stormed through Stanley’s house and beat him with my bat for upsetting Luna.
I didn’t think she’d appreciate that.
I was furious that he’d cheat on her so easily. She was beautiful, smart, and funny. Sure, she was shy and didn’t like big gatherings, but she was insanely loyal and sweet. It was the reason I wasn’t expecting her to play truth or dare at the party, let alone go through with kissing me.
There was something fucking wrong with him.
I wished she could love me instead because I’d make sure she got the whole world.
Luna
“Call me if you need me,” Rory said firmly as we pulled up in front of Stanley’s house to find Stanley standing by the front door looking pissed off. I forced a smile, giving her a small nod.
“I will. Thanks for the ride.”
“Any time,” she answered, her eyes on Stanley. I hoped he didn’t start shouting at me until after she’d left or she’d probably pull a gun on him. She didn’t take kindly to violence aimed at women or kids, so if she was worried about me, she’d simply eliminate the threat.
Luckily, she drove off the moment I got to the door and he gave me a tight smile, kissing the top of my head to act like he was happy to see me. “If you want to kiss girls, all you have to do is ask.”
I frowned, glancing up at him as he led me inside. “Huh?”
“You want to fuck girls?” he asked bluntly, the door slamming behind him and making me jump. “Then you fuck them in front of me. Literally, any girl you want, you can have, but not that cunt. She’s lucky I don’t slam her bat up her pussy and tear her to shreds.” I tensed, stumbling as he got sick of me being slow and gave me a firm shove into the kitchen. “Everyone’s talking about it, you know?” he continued, his eyes blazing with anger. “How Riley Donovan managed to finally get her hands on you. You’re mine, Luna. How could you do this to me?”
I swallowed, looking at the ground as shame washed through me. “I was upset with you and got drunk. I…”
His hand slammed down on the counter, my heart rate spiking. He’d never turned violent with me, but he was scaring me. “What the fuck did I do to you? I let you go to the track, and this is how you repay me? By lying and going to a party to make out with her? Did you fuck her too?”
“No!” I promised, my voice coming out pitchy. “It was just truth or dare and someone dared me to kiss her! I was upset at you because I saw you having sex with that girl when I left!”
His features cooled, a heavy sigh leaving him as if this was all my fault. “Don’t you see Riley’s just trying to put a wedge between us?”
“I saw you, Stan,” I murmured, tears burning my eyes. “Why aren’t I good enough for you?”
“You are good enough,” he said gently, reaching out to cup my chin, stroking my cheek with his thumb and giving me emotional whiplash. “I just like sex a lot more than you do. I figure this way we can both get what we want.”
I bit my tongue so hard that I tasted blood, counting to five before replying. “I can do more. Maybe you can teach me some stuff?”