Instead, I decided to head for the clubhouse, hoping that Mason and Diamond would have gone back to the house or to her place or something. I could then rationalize that I’d passed out at the clubhouse.
Which, of course, was something I didn’t have to worry about when I got there, seeing as how Mason’s bike was there.
I started to fucking panic. If I pulled out, Mason would walk out, see me driving off, and know I’d shown up and fled. There was no better way to sound the alarm than to dothat.But if I stuck around, well, Mason was going to grill me.
I had to choose the lesser of two evils. I chose to stick around. Maybe I’d get him drunk on some more shit. Maybe I’d just get him into a permanent state of being drunk off his ass and ever make him forget what I’d done.
Maybe I’d join him so I could fucking forget.
I parked my bike, killed the engine, took a breath, and strutted inside the clubhouse. Mason and Connor sat on the couch, each of them resting a hand on their foreheads, looking like they’d taken a hammer to the skull.
“Don’t tell me you pussies aren’t up for another party!” I said with what surely sounded like false bravado.
“Not right now, Garrett,” Mason growled.
“I fucking hate your guts,” Connor said.
“What, for all the ass I brought in?” I said with a laugh. “You should be welcoming that!”
Mason gave a slight grin. OK, so he knew he’d hooked up with Diamond. And he seemed to like it.
Connor had no reaction, but I was not concerned in the fucking slightest with Connor.
“Yeah, it was good,” Mason said. “I wished I remembered more of it. Bitch was a bit cold this morning.”
“Wow, a stripper, being flaky? I would have—”
“Strange of you to say, since you set her up with me.”
I went silent immediately. I bit my lip, smiled, and arched my eyebrows, but it was all theater.
“I set you up to get some, not to have breakfast at Southwest Dine,” I said.
Sure would have been nice if I’d felt that way with Hannah. It was actually kind of fun being around her.
“Yeah, but fuck, even by stripper standards, she was weird,” Mason said. “What I can recall from last night, she was all about me. This morning, it was like I had something.”
“You probably caught it just by breathing the same air as Garrett,” Connor said.
“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m clean.”
That got both of them to double over in laughter, even though their laughter was dry and scratchy from the lack of hydration.
“You may be clean of anyknowndiseases,” Mason said. “But Playboy, we know you better. You probably have some diseases no one has discovered yet.”
“They’ll have to call it Garrettitis,” Connor said. “When you have no standards and sleep with the guy who has been inside everyone.”
Mason laughed and shared a high-five. I had to force a laugh myself; I didn’t think anyone would be laughing if they knew who I’d been inside last night.
Someone whom, I was realizing with each passing second, I could never sleep with again. As if that was in question just before.
“What the hell happened with you last night anyway?” Mason said. “Diamond took me out, and next thing I knew, I passed out in the bus.”
Mason didn’t see it, but Connor was glaring at me. He fucking knew. And if Connor knew, so did Brock, Steele, Zack, and just about anyone else at the party. Anyone, apparently, except for Mason.
I probably owed Diamond more than a week of eating her pussy.
“Got a little drunk, went home with some redhead,” I said. “Nothing crazy.”
