“He’ll never change,” Briars says.
“Things can change,” Molly insists. “Love makes everything different.”
“Love?” Briar huffs. “Love can’t mean shit when it breaks the rules.”
With that crushing piece of information, Briar stands up and walks off the porch. Molly doesn’t speak until he disappears into the darkness around the side of the clubhouse. I’ve learned that the garage is in that direction. Briar spends a lot of his time in there when a party is going on inside the clubhouse. If we’re inside the clubhouse, he’s always near, but it seems like he avoids the place when we’re at Molly’s house. He’s there for her. I know it, and everyone else knows it too. Well, maybe not Lynch, but anyone else with a pair of functioning eyes can see the draw they have to each other.
“He’s an asshole, too,” my friend says.
“So him loving you is against the rules?”
Her face pinches, but she doesn’t answer me. She won’t. I’ve learned very quickly that there are a lot of things that aren’t spoken of around here. Only certain people are informed of everything, and I’m not informed of a damn thing.
“We can go hang out with the girls,” Molly says brightly. She’s faking a good mood, but her denial is also none of my business. I have enough of my own shit to wade through.
“That’s a great idea,” I return in a matching jolly mood.
Fake it until you make it, right?“Wow,” I say with a grin as Vixen slams another shot back. “That’s like ten shots. I can’t believe you’re still standing.”
“Want one?” Vixen asks sliding a shot in my direction.
I shake my head. I’m not saying I don’t feel safe around the people here, but after what happened in Andover, I’m not willing to take any chances. I got drunk here once before, but it was mostly just the girls here. Tonight, everyone but Lynch is hanging around, laughing, and having a good time. Things just feel different. Molly is slamming them back like she’s on a mission, while Briar stares her down from across the room. Something is building there, and before long it’s going to boil over. I just hope that I’m not in the way when that volcano erupts.
“He’s watching you,” Molly whispers loudly in my ear. She’s past the point of regulating her volume, so everyone around us takes note of her words.
My eyes snap in the direction she’s looking, hoping to catch Lynch’s eyes on me.
Ronan is the only person looking in this direction.
Someone falls against my shoulder, and I grin seeing Legs try to steady herself against me. Thank fuck I’m sober because we’d both be on the ground if I wasn’t.
“He has the most talented mouth my pussy has ever had the privilege to meet.”
Vixen nods almost violently in agreement, and it’s clear that the alcohol has finally caught up with her.
“Can’t possibly be better than Lynch’s,” I challenge.
Legit. The man could win Olympic medals for pussy eating, and let’s not even start on his dick skills.
“Gross,” Molly whines as she shoves her index fingers in her ears dramatically.
“I wouldn’t know about that,” Legs says with a frown.
“Me either,” Vixen adds.
“What are we talking about?” Xena asks as she walks toward our group.
“How good Lynch is at cun-cuni-cunili,” Legs frowns when she can’t get the right word out.
“Eating pussy,” Vixen fills in for her.
“Lynch doesn’t eat pussy,” Xena says with a shrug. My eyebrows hit my hairline.
“The fuck he doesn’t,” I counter.
“Lynch doesn’t eat our pussies,” Xena says pointing her finger around to include all the girls in the group but Molly and me.
“He ate hers,” Legs says on a chuckle.
“Devoured,” I mouth with a grin on my face.
“He’s eaten other pussy before.” My eyes snap up to Piper as she walks up and tosses back the shot Vixen had offered me earlier. “He was quite infatuated with a girl named Carrie a while back.”
“Carrie?” Molly slurs. “Carrie has been gone for over a decade.”
“Closer to thirteen or fourteen years,” Piper corrects with her eyes on me.
“That long?” I try to do math in my head, but I don’t actually know how old Lynch is. He’s older than I am, but I never would’ve guessed he was in his thirties.
“He wasn’t involved with her.” Molly’s head is shaking back and forth, rejecting Piper’s words. “He’s only twenty-seven.”
“And he was eating her pussy at thirteen.”
“Nice,” Legs whispers salaciously.
“Thirteen?”
My eyes snap to Molly, noticing the cringe of disgust on her face.
“That’s child abuse,” I whisper, feeling sorry for Lynch, yet knowing he would tell me where I could shove my sympathy.
“That’s club life,” Piper says with a shrug as she reaches for another shot.
“The teens are allowed to have sex?” I can’t seem to let it go. My mind cannot process anyone approving of thirteen-year-olds having sex, much less knowing there are women around here willing to do the deed.