“Oh… what? That turn you on?” I ask, and Danger chuckles.
Techie nods, rearranging his cock through his jeans. “It did… threesome?” he asks.
I slap his chest. “Shut up. I’m not sharing. Plus, as much asyoulike to take it up the arse, I don’t think Danger’s into men.”
Techie laughs. “Careful now… I know we’re friends and all, but you’re still part of the club, and club girls don’t talk to brothers like that.”
Rolling my eyes, I sigh, but Danger stiffens beside me. He doesn’t know we’re fucking around, so I better fix it. “Oh, fuck off! You know I’m not your typical club girl, and I will talk to you however the fuck I want, you little pussy,” I reply, and Techie laughs.
“You talk about little pussy, but didn’t you win the Little-Miss-Tight-Pussy-Award of… wait? What year did you win that again?” Techie teases.
Danger furrows his brows and stiffens even more beside me while I clear my throat. “You’re a cock, and there’s no such thing as a tight pussy award, but there is such a thing as a giant arsehole award, and it comes with a giant fist up your arse if you don’t shut the hell up,” I tease.
He raises his hands in the air with a laugh. “Okay, okay, fun banter is over. Lookout is the only one who likes arse-fisting in the club.” Techie turns to Danger. “Lunar is a wild card, and her mouth is vulgar. She’s a nasty little girl.”
“Okay, fuck off! I’m sick of you now.” I laugh.
He grins, grabs a beer, leans in, and kisses my cheek. I playfully slap at his face, and then he saunters off to find Luke. To an outsider, it might seem like we’re having a go at each other, but that’s just how we are—winding each other up. It’s all in good fun, a true sign of our strong friendship.
“So… what was that?” Danger asks.
I face him and raise an eyebrow. “Huh?” I murmur, grabbing two beers from the bartender, and we walk off toward the greenroom area where the band can relax after their gig. I’m sure Matt, Nate, and Ryan are there now, and Techie has taken Luke in to advise them of Luke’s intention to be an agent for the band.
“What was that with Techie? Was he really being that rude to you?”
I chuckle, waving my hand through the air. “God, no, that was us being silly. Us two, we’re always like that.”
“And you let him talk about your pussy and about your sexuality…” He doesn’t finish because the tension rippling off him is evident by his taut muscles and clenched jaw.
We make it to the back room, and I shake my head. “Danger, he wasn’t being mean. That’s just the dynamic of him and me. I’m feisty, and he talks to me like that. That’s how it’s been for years.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s all I know.”
Danger runs his free hand through his hair. “I’m glad you’re spending more time away fromthatclub,” he murmurs.
My mouth opens slightly in shock before I manage to ask, “Why?”
“Because you’re better than what I just saw, Lunar. You’re worth more than that treatment.” He steps away from me, walks over to the two-seater couch, and sits. Ryan and Matt look at us from the other side of the room, but I ignore them and walk over in front of Danger.
“Am I, though? I’m a club girl, Danger… that roughly translates to whore. I’m a stripper at a biker club, and I’ve spent the last four and a half years living with club men. I’m bound to be a little… worthless.”I turn, pacing away from him in defeat.
He stands up abruptly, reaching out grabbing my wrist, and turning me back to face him. His face is scrunched, his breathing is rushed, and his complexion is turning red with his apparent anger.“What the hell, Lunar?You’re so full of confidence thatit oozes out of you, yet deep inside, right at your core, you feel like you’re worthless. Jesus Christ, you don’t even know how amazing you are, and you let these bikers talk to you like you’re a piece of meat they can pound into and fuck every which way they want? I mean, fuck! Techie’s a great guy, and I appreciate his help, but fuck me if I didn’t want to smash his fucking face in for the way he was talking to you. And you just took it! You gave it back, sure. But I see that you think this is all you are… tits, ass, and a fucking hot body.” His hands slide onto my waist, pulling me closer to him with purpose, making my breath catch. His hard glare makes my eyelids flutter. “Lunar, that’snotall there is to you. Think of tonight, all that merch you sold.Youdid that without your tits out, withallyour clothes on, and without being overly sexual. Hell, you sold our shit to women, so that tells me you’re good at other things than simply selling your body to the next guy who wants it.”
My eyes widen, my heart racing. I feel like I need to defend myself, so I give him a little shove on his chest, pushing him away from me. “Fuck you!You think you know me?You think you evenpretendto know what I’ve been through?This body is all I have,”I yell, my voice rising with anger and frustration.
He scoffs. “Bullshit!You have a brain, a really smart brain, and you could put it to good use if you wanted to.”
“You don’t understand who I am!”
He grabs my arms, pulling me to him again. “I understand you perfectly, Lunar. You’ve been this way for four and a half years… from your teens into adulthood. The bikerstaughtyou how to be this way. But you’re so much smarter than they allow you to be.”
My shoulders slump, my eyes glistening as I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I’m not smart, though,” I whisper.
“You are! You designed the merch. You sold it on your own. That was you, all you. No one can take that from you.”
Shaking my head, tears prick my eyes, and I blink them away. For so long, all I have felt, all I have ever been good at is sex and being sexual for men. My body is all I have—it’s my tool. My brain is something I never think about.
