Live Free (Lords of Mayhem 3)

“Yeah, I know that. I just…” She shrugged.

Rocky smirked. “I was just busting your balls.”

She elbowed him and he smirked.

“Hey, Rocky.” The sultry voice that normally made his dick stand at attention now made him feel like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He turned and smiled at the curvy blonde with hazel eyes and a ten-thousand-dollar rack. “Hey, Bunny.”

“I didn’t hear you got an old lady,” she said, eyeballing Evonne.

“Uh, that’s because I didn’t,” he said with a frown.

“Oh,” she purred. “I just wanted to check. Didn’t want to disrespect anyone.” The question in Bunny’s hazel eyes was clear as glass.

“This here is Firecracker, Bun.” He wrapped an arm around Evonne’s waist and pulled her closer to him. “Remember the name because you’ll be seeing a lot of her.”

“Oh?” Bunny arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“Yeah, that’s how we roll,” Evonne stated, furrowing her brow and nodding.

Bunny huffed. “Well, I guess I’ll take my company elsewhere then.” She sashayed off, her curls bouncing with every step.

“Why did you do that?” Evonne asked.

“Do what?” Rocky downed the rest of his drink.

“Send her off. I’m in the clubhouse. I can’t get much safer than that.”

“So, what…you expect me to leave you alone in here?”

“Yeah. What else are you going to do? Remain by my side every minute we’re here?”

“Not every minute but pretty much yes, that’s the gist of it. Anything happens to you and I’m toast, Firecracker. Besides, I wasn’t in the mood for blondes anyway.” He winked, ignoring his own confusion. She was right. He could’ve left her alone while he got a little something. But the blonde who never disappointed suddenly held no appeal. “You know how to play pool?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got a brother in the navy, plus…” She tapped her head. “Math minded.”

“You think you can take me?” He chuckled.

“Oh, I know I can.”

“Bet. We’ll settle this shit now.” He stood. “Come on, Firecracker, I want to see you eat those words.”

“Hmm, don’t think I’m going to be the one eating crow, my friend.” She slid from the stool.

Rocky grew still and held his breath, as the skirt stopped scant millimeters from being indecent. His hands ached to cup her firm ass and he shoved them in his pocket. Damn, I got a jones going on for her body.

“Rack ‘em and I’ll break?” she asked.

“Of course, ladies first.”

“Cute.” Evonne shook her head and went over to the wall, testing the weight of the pool sticks. A tiny smile curved her full lips upward and she nodded.

“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m about to be hustled?” Rocky joked, gathering the balls and placing them in the rack.

“Oh no, I’m being very vocal about the fact I’m going to murder you,” Evonne said.

“What? You getting trash-talked by this tiny thing?” Casanova asked.

Rocky scowled at the bronzed blond with bright-blue eyes women went ape-shit for.