“For old people. Not for us.”
“Where the hell are we going? It’s a weekday.”
“We’re going for a beer at the Neon Cowboy.”
“That place is a shithole.”
“It may be a shithole, but it’s filled with hot men and ice-cold beer. I need to walk on the wild side, and I need a wingwoman. You drink, I’ll handle the men.”
“I just have to be your wingwoman? You’re not going to force me to dance with some slimeball biker because he’s your flavor of the month’s friend?”
“I promise I won’t do that,” she says, making a cross mark over her heart.
“Fine. Two beers. I want to be home by one.”
“I can deal with that. Get your ass moving and your makeup back on,” she tells me before she finally leaves my room.
I flip my phone over and see no missed texts from Dylan. Part of me is a little disappointed that he didn’t have anything more to say. I ignore the weird mixed feelings, leaving my phone behind on my bed while I get ready to hit the biker bar and make sure Luna doesn’t get herself into trouble, which she seems to attract more often than not.
“I’ve missed this place,” Luna says with her foot on the railing running along the base of the bar and her elbow resting on the top. “There’s something special about it.”
I look at her like she’s grown an extra head. “You’re a weirdo. There’s nothing special about this place. It’s an old dive bar.”
“It’s where Mom and Dad met.”
“Negative, sparky. They came here that night, but they met on the side of the road.”
“I like my version better.”
“Shocker,” I mutter against my beer bottle.
She turns, facing the overly crowded bar filled with her type of men…easy. “There’s a lot to pick from tonight.”
“It’s like a biker buffet made just for you,” I say and take another drag of beer.
“I don’t even know where to start,” she tells me, surveying the landscape of denim and leather. “So much I could do, so little time.”
“Pick one. I’m sure the others will be here next time. It’s not as if they’re looking for anything long-term.”
“That’s exactly why I love it here more than anywhere else. The last thing I want is a man clinging to me, needing a relationship. No one’s locking me down and stealing my freedom.”
“Oh brother,” I grumble. “Well, you’re wasting time. You only have me here for two miserable hours, tops. Better get your ass moving.”
Luna turns toward me and adjusts her breasts. “How do I look?” she asks.
I glance her way, taking in my identical twin, who’s more put together and all glitz and glam. Her dirty-blond hair cascades over her shoulder, framing her cleavage perfectly. Her blue eyes pop with the smoky cat eye she went for, which is perfect since she’s on the prowl.
“You look gorgeous…as always.”
“You do too, except for the old, oversized T-shirt and leggings. I gave you a half hour, and you look like you’re ready for a slumber party and not a biker bar.”
I shrug. “I give no shits. I’m not here to get laid. I’m here to make sure you don’t get into any trouble.”
“I’m here to get into a little trouble, babe. Don’t rain on my parade. You stay here and hold up the bar, and I’ll live enough for the two of us.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say, hating that I agreed to come here tonight. “I’ll be right here, keeping the seat warm.”
She touches my shoulder, moving my hair. “Smile a little. It’ll make you look more approachable.”
“I don’t want to be approachable.”
“Maybe your prince charming will be here.”
I stare at her with zero amusement on my face. “You’re losing time.”
She pops up on her toes and kisses my cheek. “Wish me luck.”
I roll my eyes. “Good luck,” I mumble, but I know she doesn’t need it.
The men haven’t taken their eyes off her since we walked in. Every single time someone walks by, they make comments about her “sweet ass” and “pretty lips” without even trying to be coy. They think they’re the wolf and she’s the prey, but with Luna, they all have it ass-backward. She knows exactly what she’s doing and what she wants, and she will stop at nothing to make it happen.
But with all things Luna, she makes some missteps and gets herself into sticky situations. She does need a wingperson with her, but she needs a brother. I don’t have the patience at times to deal with her bullshit or the strength to deal with the men.
She looks over the crowd, zeroing in on someone. Her posture changes, and she pushes her tits out more, even though they don’t need any more attention. A second later, she’s off, stalking toward her target.
“Hey, darlin’,” a man mutters at my side no less than five seconds after I’m alone.
“Not interested.”
“I didn’t offer anything.”
I turn my face toward him and glare. “I’m a lesbian,” I tell him because it’s the only thing men like him seem to understand and run away from faster than if his ass were on fire.
He stares at me a bit, his eyes wandering to my shirt. “Figured by your outfit, but thought it was worth a shot in case I was wrong.”
“If you don’t have a pussy, I’m not interested,” I tell him before throwing back half of my beer.
“I can find some pussy for us if you’re into a group thing.”
I shake my head. “No cocks ever, buddy. Sorry, but you’re wasting your time.”
“Fuckin’ shame. All that ass and tits for nothing.”
“Yeah. Yeah,” I mutter.
I can already tell tonight’s going to be a long and miserable time.
6
DYLAN
“Yo, fuck off, man,” I growl as the man stands next to Rosie, staring at her like she’s about to become his next meal.
She freezes, her entire body tensing as soon as the words leave my mouth. She turns her head slowly, and her eyes widen for a split second as they land on my face. “What are you…”
I swing my gaze back to the asshole standing a little too close, staring at her tits and ignoring my request. “Either you’re deaf or stupid, and I’m guessing the second one is right, but you have three seconds before…”
“Before what?” he replies without looking at me because he’s too busy sizing up her breasts, creating fantasies that’ll never come true. “Bitches like her play hard to get. It’s their thing. They like—”
I don’t let him get the rest of the statement out of his mouth before I thrust my arm forward, and my fist connects with his face, snapping his head back. He staggers backward, but before he loses his footing, I grab him by the shirt and yank him toward me so we’re eye to eye, his nose bleeding.
“I asked you nicely, and you didn’t listen. I warned you, and you still didn’t fuckin’ listen. I figure an asshole like you only understands a message when it’s delivered with a fist. Now, you can go, or we can take this shit outside and I can finish beating your ass to a pulp, busting up the rest of your face.”