“Oh, yes, Landon, harder, fuck yes.”
Rolling her eyes, she tried not to listen. The walls were so thin it wasn’t hard to make out the slapping of the headboard against the wall or the guttural groans coming from the two next door.
When the moans finally subsided and there was silence for several minutes, Zoe climbed out of bed, making her way toward the small kitchen. She opened the fridge to grab some milk.
“You really shouldn’t sneak around,” Landon said, making her almost drop the milk.
“Jeez, don’t just sneak up on people. I swear, it’s not fucking funny.” She pushed some hair out of her eyes, glaring at him. Putting the milk carton on the side, she grabbed a glass. When she turned back around she glared at Landon, who was drinking out of the carton. “If you wanted some milk I’d have poured you some.” She wrinkled her nose when she thought about what Landon had been up to. “I so hope you didn’t go down on Stacey.”
“I didn’t. I don’t go down on girls that are easy.”
She frowned, glancing over his shoulder to look toward her friend. “I really don’t want to know or understand you, do I?”
“I like what I like. Stacey’s a good time girl. She knows what she’s getting herself into.”
Taking the carton from him, she poured herself some milk, taking a sip. “Why are you out here and not in there with her?”
“I heard someone sneaking.”
“One, this is my apartment and I can sneak around if I want. Two, I wasn’t sneaking. I was being quiet in case you were asleep.”
“So you weren’t waiting until after we fucked to make a move?” he asked.
Zoe simply stared at him. She was in fact a virgin, but being in college and not knowing about sex were two things that didn’t actually go together.
Sipping her milk, she started to think about Raoul again.
“Stacey told me about your little obsession earlier.”
“Stacey needs to learn to mind her own damned business.” Zoe hated her business being talked about with strangers. She and Landon may share a class together, but she didn’t know anything about him.
“The Trojans are a rough crowd. Who are you interested in?” Landon asked.
Frozen in place, Zoe stared at him. “You know them?”
“I know them. I’m not well informed about the whole club. After college I’m hoping to prospect with them.”
“You want to be part of the Trojans MC? Can you become a member?”
“Baby, it’s not like the mafia where they’re born into it. Some members are born into it, and others have to show their worth to become a member.”
She didn’t think she’d ever meet anyone who’d know of them. All this time she’d been in class with a guy who wanted to be a member.
“I’ve been to some of their parties. They play hard and fight harder than any bunch of bikers I know.”
“You know a lot of them?” she asked, intrigued, excited, and nervous.
“I know them. If you want, this weekend I can take you to them.”
Biting her lip, she stared at him uncertain. “I don’t know you.”
“Honey, I’m not some rapist. If you want to come with me to party then I’m more than happy to take you. I’ll warn you. The parties are not conventional. You may be biting off more than you can chew.”
She glared at him. “I can handle it. You’re on.” Placing her open palm between them, she waited for him to shake on it. He grabbed her hand, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Snorting, she pulled her hand away, wiping it on her pajama pants.
“You’re going to need to be able to handle more than a kiss to be ready for this party.”
Sticking her tongue out, she took her glass of milk back to the bedroom. She didn’t care what it took. She needed to see Raoul at least one more time.
Raoul walked toward Drake’s house just as he heard a feminine cry. He’d been the one to draw the short straw to take care of Holly while Drake took Matthew down to the lake to fish. With a new baby on the way, Drake didn’t want Matthew to feel left out. It was sweet but unnecessary. Matthew was looking forward to a sister or brother.
Entering the house, he didn’t immediately sense trouble or danger. Walking through to the kitchen, he frowned when he saw Holly slam a saucepan on the side multiple times before throwing it into the sink.
“You know that could break the sink,” he said, leaning against the nearest wall. The sink in question being a large ceramic one, but it looked in one piece. She turned to look at him, shooting him a glare.
“Why are you here?”