her. For several moments they
didn’t speak, and their breathing returned to normal. Tarren turned and faced him, not knowing what to say, or if she should say anything at
all. When he faced her, too, they stared at each other, and then he surprised
her by cupping her cheek and kissing her. It wasn’t all tongue and sloppiness,
but thorough. He pulled away, sat up, and started adjusting himself. Once he
was dressed and his cock wasn’t hanging out, she sat up and started getting
dressed, too. No point lying there nude and watching his hard body contract and
release with power as he put his clothes on.
He
got off the tailgate, fixed his clothing, and grabbed a beer. While she was
putting her skirt and shirt on he stared at where the party was going full
blast. She moved off the edge, but he was right there helping her down. They
didn’t speak, and this weirdness filled the space between them.
“Damn,
now it’s all fucking weird.” he said and looked at her.
“Yeah,
but I don’t regret it,” Tarren said, meaning it. She
smiled, and when he gave her a cocky half grin, placed his arm over her
shoulder, and pulled her in close, she knew he was about to say something
equally arrogant. “Yeah you don’t, because I rocked your fucking world.” Lucas
turned his head and stared at her, the teasing glint in his eyes having her
chuckle in response.
“I
think it was the other way around.” she replied, and nudged him in the stomach.
“Yeah,
you did,” he said, but then the silence stretched out again. “But seriously, I
think it’s safe to say that I don’t want any awkwardness coming between us.” He
let go of her shoulder and drank the rest of his beer. “I want to say I had too
much to drink.”
Damn,
well that was like him slamming a rusty nail right in her gut. So, she had
known things might get weird, well, would definitely get awkward afterwards,
but this just sucked. He turned and faced her fully.
“But
that would be a lie, because I knew what I was doing, and who I was doing it
with.” He set the empty can of beer on the end of the tailgate, and breathed
out. “But yeah, this is weird as fuck now.”
Self-respect
had her trying to occupy herself, keep herself busy, and so she rubbed her
hands on her skirt. “How about we just brush this one off as having a good
time?” It felt wrong saying that, but for the sake of not having things be
forever weird between them, she’d rather make it seem like she didn’t care.
He
didn’t respond right away, just stared at her, as if he were thinking really
damn hard about what was going on right now. And then he did speak. “If that’s what you want, Tarren .”
She
swallowed, not wanting to say it was, because it was the complete opposite.
He
grabbed two beers, handed on to her, and then turned and leaned against the
truck, staring at the lake again. Nothing else was said about what they had
done, and it was like it had never happened, although Tarren felt like that rusty nail was still jabbed right in her stomach.
Chapter Two
The next night: The graduation party
The garage was packed with not
only the kids of The Grizzlies, but also their friends from school, and even
more were gradually trickling in. It looked like this party wasn’t dying down
anytime soon. But the majority of the people that kept coming in this late were
friends of Nico , Lucas, and Odin. Dakota and a few of
the guys that could actually drink legally were off to the side looking at one
of the bikes, and Tarren could see the pride in
Dakota’s face as he told his friends the breakdown of each part.
She went over to the keg, got a
cup filled for herself and Alexis, and walked over to her friend. “Here.” Tarren shoved a beer at Alexis, and some of the amber
liquid splashed over the rim.
“I think I am good on the alcohol
department.”
“Are you drunk?” Tarren asked and then took a big sip from the red plastic cup she held.
“No, but I got a good buzz