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“That sounds gross.” She laughed nervously and climbed off my lap, getting to her feet as I greedily ran my gaze over her exposed skin. She really was stunning.

“You’re not one of those people who think sex with food is weird, are you?”

She giggled, grabbing her panties and pulling them up her slender legs. “What kind of food?”

“I’m definitely filling your pussy with skittles and eating them as you come,” I groaned, her nose scrunching.

“That turns you on?”

“You’d be surprised what you’ll discover you’re into if you branch out into new things,” I replied, swinging my legs out of bed to snatch my panties from the floor. “I definitely have a fantasy of fucking you on the hood of the Corvette.”

“That one sounds okay,” she mumbled, not meeting my gaze as she started pulling her clothes on. I left her alone to think while I got dressed, but hooked my fingers in the back of her pants to tug her towards me when she went to leave the room.

“Am I allowed to touch you in front of people? Or do you need more time? Logan’s probably told everyone about last night, but I’ll give you space if you need it.”

Her face softened, a small, shy smile on her lips. “You can touch me. I don’t know what to say if people ask about it though. I have to deal with Stan, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel right now. I’m not into girls, Riley. This is weird. I know we talked about this before, but…”

“Hey,” I murmured, cupping her cheek. “No labels, remember? If you want to just tell people we’re figuring things out, then do that. I don’t want to pressure you. I really want this, but I can’t force your feelings. If we try this and you decide it’s not for you, of course it’ll suck, but I’ll understand.” I’d do everything in my power to make her want me, but I wasn’t going to say that.

“I like that. We’re just figuring things out.” She nodded slowly, letting out a sudden sigh. “Dad won’t like the sound of that.”

“I’ll look him right in the eye and tell him we’re besties who like to fuck. I’ll handle him.” I chuckled, a groan leaving her as I opened the bedroom door and took her hand.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

We padded down to the kitchen, and Luna’s fingers tightened in mine as everyone glanced at us. It seemed we were late to pancakes, and literally everyone was sitting around the table eating.

Their conversations died, and I rolled my eyes before tugging Luna towards the coffee machine. “Don’t everyone talk at once.”

Slash scowled, his voice sharp. “No.”

I paused, turning to face him. “No, what?”

“Whatever this is,” he said and waved his hands dramatically at the pair of us. “Just no. I don’t need Hendricks kicking the door down.”

“Aw, are you scared of him?” I teased, turning back to the coffee machine to finish our drinks. A chair scraped, and Lukas appeared beside us.

“I’ve got the coffee. You two eat before Ryder eats it all.”

Luna stayed silent as we sat at the table, and she refused to meet anyone’s eye as I put some pancakes on a plate for her. I sighed when it remained silent around the table, motioning between us.

“We’re figuring some stuff out, in case you were wondering.”

“She’s got a boyfriend,” Tyler muttered, but Hunter shook his head.

“They broke up last night. Lex messaged me to make sure she was alright. I told her she was fine. Well, I assume she was from the sounds we were hearing,” he grumbled, giving me a dirty look. “The only thing I hate about you being into girls is that I can’t chase them away with the threat of violence.”

I grinned, shoving a forkful of pancake into my mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” Skeeter growled, taking a large mouthful of coffee. “You want to explain about you being in a car with that maniac last night?”

“Your favorite child ratted me out?” I snorted, but I was surprised when he shook his head.

“I don’t have fucking favorites, and you know it. You had no interest in guns or fighting as a child, so you can’t be annoyed that Beckett got more of my time. If I remember correctly, you occupied Slash and Hunter a lot.” He motioned to Ryder, throwing him under the bus. “Your brother’s a rat though.”

“Ry!” I snapped. “What did you say?”

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair to push his empty plate away. “I just said you hung around Ander after the race and you left with him.”