“Tell me to take you to the room, or I’m fucking you right here,” he says in a ragged voice.
I say nothing.
“Lana,” he growls. “Tell me, now.”
He pulls my entire top off, baring me from the waist up.
My last warning.
“I’m not fuckin’ around, Lana,” he says. “Everyone is about to get a show, and I’m too turned on to care.”
A Nine Inch Nails song plays in the background: “Closer.”
Closer.
I still stay quiet.
“Need the words, Lana.”
“Fuck me here,” I demand. “Right now, I don’t care either.”
He lifts me up and lies me down on the couch.
He pulls down my pants and takes me.
Just like I asked him to.
* * *
The next morning, my mind clear, the atmosphere completely different, reality hits me.
Oh my god.
I had sex.
With Tracker.
In a room full of people.
Sure, they were doing the same, and probably not paying that much attention, but still.
I’m never going to be able to look anyone in the eye again.
I’ll have to move.
To a different country.
I hear Tracker sigh from next to me. “How did I know you’d get up in the morning, overthink shit, and get pissed with me?”
“I need to pack,” I whisper.
“What?” he asks, sitting up, the blanket falling down to reveal his sexy toned chest.
“I need to move. I’ll never be able to face anyone. Ever. Again,” I ramble. “Maybe I’ll move to Ireland. I’ve heard Galway is really beautiful. A writer’s paradise. Yes, I should move there.”
“What you should do is calm down,” Tracker says, looking on the verge of laughing now. “No one will say shit to you. Yeah, you might get a few knowing smiles, but who cares? Tell them to fuck off. They were all wishing they were me last night.”
I exhale slowly.
Tracker continues, “And if you wanna go to fuckin’ Ireland, I’ll take you there. On a vacation. Now shut up and get back to sleep.”
I scowl at him.
“You shut up,” I mumble, closing my eyes.
I hear him chuckle as I fall back asleep.
* * *
I eat my cereal, avoiding Rake’s gaze. “Had fun last night?” he asks in an innocent enough tone, but it still sets my nerves on fire.
I shrug. “I guess so.”
“Heard you did.”
“Well you would have seen for yourself if you didn’t have a pussy on your face.”
He chokes on his cereal, then starts cracking up laughing until he can’t breathe. “Fuck me, did Lana just say pussy? Fuckin’ classic. Tracker’s corrupted you, hasn’t he? Little innocent Lana is long gone.”
If they knew the kind of things I wrote about daily, they would know my mind had never been innocent.
“I’m still the same,” I grumble, stirring the milk in my bowl.
“I’m just teasing you,” he says, chuckling some more. “As long as you were okay with what happened, so am I. No judgment here. Just giving you a hard time is all.”
“Did everyone see?” I ask him on a whisper.
He shook his head. “No. I was there, but like you said, I was busy. I think Irish and Vinnie might have seen. And some members from other chapters who came to hang out for a bit. My friend Zach saw; he was saying how smoking hot you are.”
I cover my face with my hands. “Someone just kill me. Right now. Shoot me, Rake, do it.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. Did you see all the shit going on here last night? You think everyone was concerned about some vanilla sex on the couch?”
Well. When he put it like that he made me sound self-centered.
“Okay,” I say simply, still hoping that Anna won’t hear about it, because she’ll be giving me shit until she can’t breathe.
Irish sits down, grinning at me. “Tracker is a lucky bastard. Faye or Anna wouldn’t have done that. No way in hell.”
“Oh my god. Shut up! Or I’m moving to your motherland,” I tell Irish. “Galway, to be exact.”
“Great place,” he comments, a smirk on his handsome face.
“I’m going to my mom’s house,” I announce. “Until someone else does something notable we can all gossip about.”
They all watch me in amusement as I bang my head against the table.
* * *
I ignore Faye’s wide grin, stepping around her and grabbing my bag. “I’ll be going now. And I’ll be leaving my dignity behind.”
She laughs, slapping her hand down on the counter. “You had fun. There’s no shame in it, Lana. The guys think you’re great.”
“Yeah, but they’re all pervy bastards,” I say, shoulders sagging. “I better get home. I have a shitload of work to do.”
“Where’s Tracker?” she asks.
“He went back to sleep. Is Blade awake? If I leave alone, Tracker will be . . .”
I search for the right word.
“Up your butt?” Faye suggests.
I purse my lips. “No I was going to say angry. And that never happened last night.” I pause. “Or ever.”
Of course Rake has to walk into the room at that moment, hearing the last bit of the conversation. “So Lana isn’t thaaaaaat much of a naughty girl, then.”
I blink slowly. “I’m never coming here again.”