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I shrugged. “I could always use a beer.”
“I could use something harder,” he mumbled.
“Something hard sounds delicious,” I blurted.
Sammy laughed.
My cheeks heated.
Zach only grinned.
I couldn’t believe those words slipped from my mouth. Meadow was the flirty one of us girls. She said anything that was on her mind. Me? Not so much. Until now that is.
“Well, kids. Let’s go have some beers then.” Sammy led the way to the room.
“You want something harder, do you?” Zach murmured, placing a soft peck on my cheek.
“I want it whenever you’re ready to give it to me.” He had a stressful day. There was no way that I was going to hint at sex just because I had become addicted since having it for the first time the other day.
“I’ll give you something hard later, Moonbeam. It’ll be so fucking hard, you won’t know what to do with it.”
“I think I can handle it,” I said, patting his chest.
He chuckled, the sound dark and sinister. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that, Luna. Remember who’s had way more experience than you.”
I shrugged. “Semantics.”
A laugh boomed through him.
I grinned, giving him a wink.
“I’ll give you that, Moonbeam. You know how to make me laugh. Even when I’ve had a shitty day.”
“I aim to please.” I stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
A throat cleared, forcing us a part.
“Zach.”
I turned, finding Jaron Mercer coming toward us. He was Zach’s cousin, being the son of Greyson Mercer, the current president of the Hell’s Harlem motorcycle club.
“Jaron, how are you?” Zach gave him a quick hug. “It’s been awhile.”
“Too long.” Jaron smiled down at me. “How are you, Luna?”
“Not too bad.” My heart stuttered. Although I had never been attracted to Jaron, his gray eyes were mesmerizing.
“Come. We have beer. And pussy. But I’m sure you don’t need the latter.” Jaron turned, heading back in the direction of his hotel room. “Isn’t that right?”
“No. I’m good.” Zach grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Very good.”
I cupped his face. “You better be.” I was already jealous over Clara. I didn’t need more women added into this.
Zach smirked, pulling me along beside him. We entered the hotel room which was much larger than I would have thought. People milled about. The men were dressed in leather cuts while women wore scantily clad clothing. They hung off the men but much to my surprise, they left Jaron alone. He headed to a couch across the room and sat.
Jaron grabbed two bottles out of a mini-fridge on the floor beside him. He handed them to me and Zach before picking a bottle of beer off the table in front of him. “So how is everyone?” he asked, taking a swig.
“Good,” I said. “We’re working on expanding the center.”
