Chapter Eleven
LUNAR
Danger walks off, and I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to have more time with him before the fans took him away.
But this is all part of it. Chewing on my bottom lip, I stand back, observing him, and wrap my arms around myself almost instinctively when Techie and Ryan walk over to me.
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Lunar,” Techie quips.
I roll my eyes. “I’m not jealous.”
Ryan shakes his head. “Lunar… sweet, sweet, Lunar. You’ll learn that rock stars are irresistible to women, and our rugged good looks and chiseled features make us pretty much like gods.”
I raise my eyebrows, and with one quick movement, I rub Ryan’s stomach. “Yeah, that’s why the women are flocking to you right now, hey, tubby guts?”
Techie laughs obnoxiously loud as Ryan scoffs and sucks in his slightly chubby belly.
“Hey, chicks dig me too. But the moral of the story is that if you’re going to be around Danger, you have to learn that women will flock to him.
He’s the lead singer, making him royalty…
practically a living legend. If you’re jealous now, you have to tame that beast. Because if we get bigger, this…
those four girls… they will turn into a crowd, and these babes are tame to what we’ve seen previously.
” Ryan grins, then turns to walk off, and I glance at Techie.
“You going to be okay with Danger and other women? I know it’s got to be bringing up wounds with Steel passing you over for Willow.”
I shrug. “Well, it’s not like Danger’s fucking them in front of me. And hell, we’re not even a couple, so I have no right to even be scowling… right?”
Techie nods. “I’m glad you’re scowling over another man who isn’t Steel.
I’m also happy to see you’re finally moving on.
But Danger isn’t Steel. He clearly adores you, and I can’t see Danger putting any other woman in front of you.
The way he looks at you, Lunar, Steel never looked at you that way. ”
I glance over at Danger, and a girl grabs his ass playfully. He smirks but carefully removes her hand. A rush of something runs through me when he denies her. “Yeah… I think I’m finally moving on.”
Techie wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him.
“Good, because seeing you mope after Steel was depressing. Depression can lead to feelings of guilt, being overwhelmed, irritability, frustration, not wanting to go out anymore, and significant weight loss or gain. But most importantly… loss of sexual drive. And you wouldn’t want me to lose my healthy appetite for sex now, would you, Lunar? ”
I throw my head back in laughter. Fucking Techie and his fact-talking bullshit.
“No, of course not. I’d never want that. But seriously, you will find a girl one day who will tame you, too, Techie.”
He scoffs. “Not fucking likely. I’m too much man for one woman to handle.”
“Oh my God, more like you’re too much of a tool for anyone to handle.”
“You love my tool.” He waggles his eyebrows up and down insinuatingly.
“Mm… do I, though?” I tease.
He grins. “Let’s be honest, a geeky biker like me… I can barely keep the ladies away. I have to try to limit myself, you know? Control the flow.”
I snort out a laugh. “Of course, I understand completely. A guy’s gotta rest his goods,” I mock.
He grins. “See, you know me so fucking well.”
I smirk at him. “That’s because we’re practically family.”
A genuine smile crosses his face. “Yeah… we are. That’s why I’m so fucking happy to see you finally making something of yourself and stepping out of Steel’s damn shadow.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the guy, he’s my VP and I respect the hell out of him, but I hated what was going on between you two.
Because you’re my friend, too, Lunar… you’re my friend too. ”
My eyes begin to well as I lift up on my toes and wrap my arms around Techie’s neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. He’s tense. He doesn’t always like being touched, but he finally gives into my hug. “Thank you… for always being here for me. I kind of love you, you know that?”
He snorts, pulling back from me. “Shut up. This is getting too emotional and is clearly releasing oxytocin, which is often referred to as the hugging drug because the brain releases it during physical contact with others. Which we just did. It’s also the feeling behind love, friendship, or deep trust. I guess this is a good thing because oxytocin boosts your immune system, makes you better at problem-solving, and makes you more resistant to the addictive qualities of dopamine.
Which is nice, but it is more about instant gratification, whereas oxytocin gives you lasting feelings of calm and safety.
Which is what the hug was all about, right? ” he says, looking into my eyes.
Smiling at his fact-talk, I giggle. “Is that your way of saying you love me too?”
He grins, shifting his glasses up his nose, and clears his throat. “Isn’t that what I just said?”
I bump my shoulder into him as I shake my head. “You really are something else, aren’t you?”
He rolls his eyes, his arm still wrapped around my shoulders as he pulls me with him toward the bar.
We stand in line as the sound of a gentler, more subdued kind of music drifts through the room from the sound system.
Suddenly, strong arms wrap around me from behind, and I can’t help but melt into them.
Warmth floods my veins at his touch, surrounded by his scent—sweat, leather, and the faint hint of cigarette smoke —the unmistakable essence of Danger, and I find myself utterly lost in the moment.
I turn my head to the side to meet him, and he smiles widely, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
A spark tingles across my skin and down my side, straight to my clit, making it throb when he grins his enigmatic Playboy smile at me.
“I didn’t see you run off. I was worried you’d gone,” he whispers against my ear.
“No way, just getting a drink. You really rocked it tonight,” I tell him.
“You think so? I still have it, then?” he asks with a cocky smirk.
Turning in his grip to face him, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Yeah, you still got it. I was practically dry-humping the merch table while you were singing.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Damn! I don’t know any women like you.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, right?”
He nods, leaning his forehead against mine.
“Fuck yeah.” He presses his lips to mine, and my tongue instinctively moves with his.
The smooth metal of his tongue ring gliding against the surface of my tongue sends a shiver down my spine.
I love the way he kisses me, and I can’t help but grind my body against his.
Interrupting the moment, someone clears their throat next to us, and I giggle into Danger’s mouth before pulling back. Turning, I see Techie grinning and raising his eyebrow.
“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 as you like 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 green room 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 from that club,” he murmurs.
My mouth opens slightly in shock before I manage to ask, “Why?”