Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(59)

“Because your man ditched you,” Tracker unhelpfully supplies.

“Oh. Right.”

He grins. “Come here, I’m just playing with you.”

“Ew, save that for Lana please.”

“Ew? What are you, fourteen?”

I sigh heavily. “Sex with you isn’t appealing. You’re like family and you belong to Lana.”

“And I’ve already told you, you look too much like Rake for my dick to even pay attention to you.”

I smile. “Good to know. That’s why we’re friends. Like, best friends. And ha! You didn’t deny belonging to Lana.”

He laughs and shakes his head, looking amused.

“Thanks for the pierced cock picture by the way, it looks like it would have hurt,” I tell him. “Oh, and you also have a pretty huge cock.”

And that’s when Arrow walks up to us.

“The f*ck?” he growls, his eyes darting between Tracker and me. If only he were here one minute earlier, he wouldn’t be looking at us like he is.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, sitting up straighter.

“Claiming what’s mine,” he snaps. “Come on, now.”

I lift my chin stubbornly. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I’ll get a ride home with the guys.”

“Anna, don’t f*cking test me,” he says through clenched teeth.

I scoff. “You were already tested tonight, Arrow, and you failed. So leave me the hell alone, because you’re the last person I want to see right now.”

He lifts me in the air, carrying me out over his shoulder.

I have déjà vu.

Is it always going to be like this with us?

“Arrow, trust me, you don’t want—”

“Don’t tell me what I want, Anna,” he says, rudely cutting me off. We exit the bar, and I ignore the catcalls and whistles from the peanut gallery.

Arrow puts me down, then pulls out his phone and barks into it. “Blade, I need a lift.”

He hangs up and looks down at me, an unhappy expression pasted on his too-damn-handsome face.

“Where’s your bike?” I ask, looking around.

“You’re too drunk to get on the bike,” he says, looking away. “Blade’s going to give us a lift and bring back my bike later.”

“Can you just take me home?” I ask in a small voice, looking down at the ground. “I just want to sleep.”

“You can sleep as soon as we get back to the clubhouse.”

“Alone.”

“Not happening, Anna. I don’t care how mad you get at me, you’re sleeping right next to me, where you f*ckin’ belong,” he says. “Don’t push me.”

“Don’t push me,” I mock him, digging through my handbag looking for my phone.

He sighs.

I look up when I hear someone approach us. A woman stands next to Arrow, but not too close, and licks her lips. “Hi, I was wondering if you guys were having a party tonight at the clubhouse. My friends and I would like to come.”

She sticks her chest out and I watch Arrow—but he doesn’t move his gaze from her face.

“Why don’t you go in the bar and see if any of my brothers are interested,” Arrow tells her, sounding bored.

“Oh,” she says, face falling. “I was kind of hoping—”

“Do you not see me standing right here?” I ask loudly.

She turns to me, as if only just noticing I was there. “Oh, I just assumed—”

I step closer to her. “Right, well, next time don’t assume. I’m not in a good mood, and it would be a shame if I had to take that out on you, wouldn’t it?”

“Anna,” Arrow snaps, stepping closer to me and grabbing my arm. “Cut it out.”

Blade pulls up at that moment, and Arrow all but throws me into the backseat. He gets in next to me and closes the door.

“Hi, Blade!” I greet him too loudly.

“Hey,” he says to me, twisting his body around, then looks to Arrow. “Clubhouse?”

“Yep,” Arrow replies. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem. Good night?” he asks Arrow.

Arrow glances at me, then replies, “Could have been better.”

“Mine could have been better too,” I add sulkily. “Much better.”

Blade chuckles until Arrow tells him to shut up.

The two of them talk as I close my eyes, the motion of the car making me feel slightly nauseous.

“You okay, Anna?” Arrow asks. The car comes to a stop and he carries me into the clubhouse. The place is still loud, with music and laughter being heard as soon as we exit the car.

Gently he lays me down on my bed. “Stay here. I’ll get you some water,” he says, then disappears. I use that time to clean up and use the bathroom, then strip down to nothing.

I walk out of the bathroom and scream.

Tracker stands there, grinning and staring at my naked breasts. Realizing he isn’t going to leave or close his eyes, I grab the sheet and cover my body.

“Okay,” he says slowly. “You don’t look anything like Rake.”

I purse my lips. “You pervert! You could have turned around.”