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Vaughn shook his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. “The club is in lockdown.”
I gasped.
“That mean something to you?”
“Nothing good. They don’t do that unless something bad is happening.” I groaned, realization hitting me that this lockdown would affect me a whole lot more than any of their other ones. “Fuck. Was he demanding you take me in there?” I knew how lockdowns worked. Everyone the guys cared about was marched down to the clubhouse and had to stay there for as long as it took to eliminate the threat. Sometimes it was only a night. Sometimes they put their entire lives on hold for weeks.
But to my surprise, Vaughn shook his head. “He did threaten to drag us all down there. But looks like for now, Kian and I are enough to satisfy him.”
I gaped at him. “Seriously?”
Vaughn shrugged. “That’s what he said.”
I let out a low wolf whistle. “Wow. Good for you. He respects you.”
Vaughn seemed baffled. “How did you come to that conclusion? It definitely didn’t feel very respectful when he was telling me to shut up and listen.”
I rolled onto my side and propped my head up on my arm. “He kinda likes me, if you haven’t noticed—”
“Blind men would have noticed, Roach.”
I grinned at him. “And he respects you enough to take care of me. That’s a big thing for a guy like Fang, you know.”
Vaughn sat on the edge of the mattress. He threw me a sidelong glance. “He also said I should watch the tape.”
My mouth dropped open in outrage. “No! That little shit! He told me to watch it too.”
Now it was Vaughn’s turn to be surprised. “You sent me a sex tape that you hadn’t even watched? Fuuuck. You’re brave. What if it’s horrific? What if it’s like, close-ups of your butthole?”
I punched his arm as hard as I could. “You’re the worst. For the record, close-ups of my butthole would still be a cinematic experience.”
He chuckled, his gaze dropping to my booty.
I slapped him again. “You did not just check out my ass!”
He shrugged. “I did, and I’m not sorry. Your ass is sweet.”
I didn’t know whether to take it as a compliment or be offended. “Thanks? I think?”
Vaughn laid out on the bed beside me, mirroring my position with his hand propped up under his head. “So…want to watch it?”
I gaped at him. I’d thought about him watching it alone, in his room, in the dark. I’d been able to convince myself that was sexy rather than mortifying.
But watching it with him right next to me, where I could see his reaction was an entirely different situation.
Then why was I flushed with heat at the very thought of it?
Vaughn sat up so quickly it was like someone had poked him with a branding iron. He pointed at me. “Fuck! You do want to watch it!”
I scuttled back on the bed, putting my back to the headboard and crossed my arms over my chest. “I never said that!”
“You never said no either!”
I was sure the heat in my face had turned my cheeks pink. “Well, you’re the one who brought it up!”
“Because I want to watch it!”
My mouth fell open. “You do?”