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Until you.

I don’t say that, but I look into her blue eyes, knowing it’s the truth.

21

Luna

It doesn’t matter thatit’s a Wednesday night. The guys will find any reason to party. From what I’ve heard between drinks and cheering, Ghost, Havoc, and Legacy’s run went well, and they’re celebrating.

The guys aren’t back from the run yet, but the rest of the club has already started drinking without them. Mixed drinks and beer quickly turned into shots, and now, most of the room is drunk.

Reina drops onto the couch beside me, splashing my leg with her beer. Unlike her and the other girls, I didn’t get dressed up tonight. I wasn’t planning on partying at all, but they were so loud that I couldn’t sleep. So I joined the madness in an oversized T-shirt, flimsy sleep shorts, and slippers.

Maybe I should care how I look, but it’s their fault I’m awake, so this is what they get. Besides,this is how I look seventy-five percent of the time, and clearly, Ghost doesn’t mind.

I still haven’t said anything to the patch bunnies about what happened between me and Ghost. I confided in Tempe because I knew she wouldn’t judge me for it, but my friendship with Reina and Wren is more fragile.

Right now, they don’t see me as a threat. I focus on school, and they chase the guys’ property patches. It makes it easy to coexist with one foot in their world and one foot out.

But old ladies and patch bunnies don’t mix. The second they think Ghost and I are becoming something more, I have a feeling it will impact my friendships.

I’m still navigating what Ghost and I are to each other. Just because we fucked doesn’t mean he’s ready for more. What if once he fucks me a few times, he decides he was using his abstinence as a crutch, and he’s now ready to indulge in all the perks of being a Twisted King again?

What if he breaks my heart?

The thought alone has me spiraling, which is why I can’t admit what we are until I know for sure.

Reina takes a sip of her beer, following my gaze to the show happening on the pool table in front of us, where Mayhem is fucking Kristen’s throat. “When did this pool game turn into a live-action deep-throat performance?”

“Somewhere around them forgetting who was stripes and who was solids.” I tilt my head to the side as Mayhem grabs Kristen by the throat, shoving his cock deeper. “I’ve seen way too many of their dicks.”

“Is there such a thing?” Reina giggles, taking another sip of her beer.

Kristen is lying with her back on the pool table and her head hanging off. It can’t be a comfortable way to give head, but I can’t stop staring at them either. If they cared, they’d go find a more private place to do it, so I don’t bother being discreet about it.

I’m not actually thinking about Mayhem and Kristen as I watch his cock slide in and out of her mouth. I’m wondering how I’ll ever give Ghost head when he’s as thick as he is, and my jaw has limits.

“You look like you’re in pain.” Reina nudges my arm.

“I’m fine.” I take a sip of my drink and hope my cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “I was just thinking about something.”

“Blow jobs?” She laughs.

And I can’t help laughing with her. “Yeah, basically.”

Looking around, I wonder what it says about me that this scene isn’t out of the ordinary. It doesn’t even phase me anymore. In the last five minutes, I’ve watched Kristen give Mayhem head in three different positions, and I didn’t so much as flinch. It’s to the point where I don’t know how the patch bunnies are interested in fucking any of them.

If I was around five years ago when Ghost was this promiscuous, would I still want him?

I try to picture it, but the idea of him with another woman makes my temples throb.

Lifting my glass to my lips, I finish what’s left of the melted ice. “I need another drink.”

Plus, I should probably stop watching Mayhem get his dick sucked, given I don’t know how Ghost would feel about that.

“Me too.” Reina hops up, holding onto my arm for support as we walk over to the bar.

Venom is busy pouring shots for a couple of the guys at the other end, so we slide onto the barstools, waiting. Reina messes with her white-blonde hair, checking her lipstick in the mirror behind the bar.