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“Please say you’ll stay with me tonight. I know I shouldn’t be selfish, but I really want you on your back with my tongue in your pussy. If you just need me as your friend right now, just say so. I know you’re confused about how you’re feeling, so if you just need to be held tonight, I’ll respect that.”

I tilted my head to the side as her lips teased my skin, her tongue tempting me as she licked a path to my earlobe.

“I don’t have a car here, and you’ve been drinking.”

“Ander’s only had a couple. He can drop us at my place, but you’ll have to sit on my lap in the car,” she replied, making me cringe. I’d already gotten in trouble for drunk driving, so being in a car without being secured would make my dad lose his shit.

As if sensing my hesitation, she chuckled. “Or, I could call someone to pick us up. I’m not likely to keep my hands to myself in the car though.”

“That sounds like a better plan,” I replied, preferring to be safe. She’d been drinking a lot by the smell of her, so I had to make sure we made smart choices.

Ander popped up beside us, his shirt unbuttoned and lipstick on his neck. The dancer from before wandered out of the private rooms, looking freshly fucked and content with herself.

“Why do you look like you just came?” Laughter sparkled in his eyes as he ran them over us, and Riley snorted.

“Says the one with the sex hair. I’m bailing on you, and I’m not even sorry about it.”

“I figured. You need a ride?”

“I’ll get someone to pick us up. Feel free to take Peaches home and fuck her brains out all over again,” she teased, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m glad you have so much faith in my stamina. Just because you don’t need recovery time doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t.”

I scoffed, pulling away from Riley but keeping hold of her hand. “I definitely need recovery time.”

He laughed, giving me a wink. “Good luck with that. I doubt you’re getting any sleep tonight. You sure I can’t give you a ride home?”

I shook my head, and Riley let my hand go to pull her phone from her pocket. “Everyone else is probably still at the track. They can come get me.”

“Suit yourself. Have fun.” He winked, following Peaches towards the dressing rooms.

I turned to Riley, finding her glaring at her phone. “What’s wrong?”

“I was a bitch at the track and left with Turbo, and Reid’s being a dick about it.”

“What did you do?”

“They didn’t like me leaving with him, and since Turbo’s an asshole, he drove us out of there like it was one of his street races. I’m probably going to get yelled at. Beck had a plan of some kind to hurt him, I think, so me being glued to him all night ruined it.”

I wasn’t surprised. Especially if he was involved in as much bad shit as I’d heard.

“So, he won’t pick us up?” I asked, making her snort.

“Oh, he’s coming. He dropped Raven and Zavier at their place and was heading back to the stack with Logan when I messaged him. Let’s go say goodbye to Angel and let your mom know you’re staying with me for a girl’s night.”

I hoped to god she hadn’t checked the cameras while we’d been dancing, or there was no way she was letting me leave with Riley.

I poked my head into the office, noticing the paperwork still piled up. “Uh, I’m going to stay at Riley’s.”

“How are you getting there?” she asked without looking up.

“She’s called someone to pick us up. I’ll come home tomorrow to organize getting my stuff from Stan’s,” I promised, her eyes finally lifting to mine.

“Be careful.”

“I am. Riley’s car’s not even here.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she replied with a raised eyebrow, tapping the monitor on her right that was connected to some of the cameras. My face heated, and she let out a sigh. “I’m not judging how you drown your demons, baby, and you’re an adult. Just be careful.”