“I’m not frightened. It’s just…”
“Too fast?”
She nods, and I content myself with her phenomenal breasts, burying my face in the silken skin of her cleavage.
Her fingers thread through my hair, and her nails rake my scalp. I go back to the first nipple, and then the other.
The sound of the door has me instantly lifting my head, yanking her shirt up and putting my finger to my mouth. “Shh,” I whisper, then glance across the dark room. There’s a tractor between us and the door, but I hear Bagger’s voice.
“You in here, Blue? VP sent me to get you. Her father’s looking for her. You both better get out of here now.”
“Shit,” I hiss, climbing to my feet and pulling Luisa up with me. I pull the straw from her hair and study the panicked look on her face. Her cheeks are flaming with embarrassment. “It’s okay. Bagger’s my club brother. He won’t say anything.”
“I have to go. I wasn’t supposed to come down to the party. I was told to stay at the house.”
Tilting her chin, I give her a last kiss and nod toward the man who interrupted us. “This was for the best, Luisa. You know that, right?”
She doesn’t nod or say anything, but I see her eyes glaze and then she’s dashing out the door.
I stroll over to Bagger, and he and I both watch her dash toward the lighted house on the hill.
“She’s gonna get you killed, brother,” Bagger says.
I slap his chest. “Forget you saw this.”
“Zig knows. Not sure if prez does.”
“Fuck.”
He grins. “You already won that bet, ya know?”
“This ain’t about a bet, Bagger. This is something else. Hell, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind.”
He chuckles. “Is she the reason you punched a hole in your door?”
I grin. “Maybe.”
He shakes his head. “She’s trouble. The kind you don’t need, Blue.”
“I know that. Tell it to my fucking dick.” With that, I push past him and out the door.
When Bagger and I return to the table, Zig gives me a look and shakes his head but says nothing.
I down what’s left of my drink, and lean in my chair, knowing if he hadn’t sent Bagger to stop me, I probably would have taken Luisa right there in the straw.
“You fuck up this party for prez, he’ll beat you bloody,” Zig hisses. “This is his night, Blue. Don’t pull that shit again.”
I stand. “I’m gonna get another drink.”
“Don’t make me come find you again,” Bagger says, and I flip him off.
His laughter follows me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Present day
Luisa—
