Live Free (Lords of Mayhem 3)

“You can ride bitch with me or stay back at the club with some of the prospects.”

She wrinkled he nose and he laughed. “What’s wrong with the prospects? You don’t like one of them?” he asked.

“No, it’s just boring. They’re so afraid of fucking something up and not getting their patch, it’s like being in the witness protection program.”

“You can ride bitch if you think your ass can handle it. It’s going to be a good hour-long ride.”

Evonne lifted her chin. “I can take it.”

“Yeah, you can…” He licked his lips.

“Stop looking at me like that or we’ll be late.” Her voice took on a breathy tone.

He smirked. Yeah, don’t act like you’re unaffected. “Then, I’ll leave you to it.”

She ran her hand through her sleep-tousled hair and he stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him swiftly as his cock swelled. I have to get a handle on this shit. Forgoing a razor, he rocked the five o’clock shadow, threw on an old Mayhem shirt, his cut and a pair of worn denims. He slipped on his steel-toe boots and walked to the kitchen. A quick perusal of his kitchen had him reaching for cereal. They always had a big dinner after charity rides. With the weather being nice, it would be a BBQ.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

Rocky glanced up with a spoon of cereal in his mouth and his eyes went wide. She wore a skintight pair of jeans that hugged her shapely ass, belled out over a sick pair of black biker boots and a tiny black Mayhem tank top that showed off her cleavage. The shit made him want to vest her ass with a cut that said Property of Rocky Mayhem M.C. on the back. Possession melted his brain and he swallowed heavily—damn near choking on the sugary cereal. “Fuck, you look good, mama.”

She grinned. “Thanks. I was hoping it’d be all right.”

“More than all right. Fucking smoking. You trying to raise some money with those tits?”

“No, but if you think it would help, I can get a lower-cut tank,” she teased.

“Hell no,” he growled. “You like playing with fire?”

“You’re the one who named me Firecracker,” she said with a wink.

He smirked and shook his head. She was back on her game this morning, b

ut he could see the rawness lingering in her brown eyes. “I guess I did. Grab a bowl or two, and then we need to head out.”

“‘Kay.”

He remained standing, eating from his bowl as he watched her move around his kitchen, at ease and natural looking, like she’d always been there. Dazed, he came to terms with the lines crossed. She meant something to him. Sooner or later he needed to figure out what he planned to do about it.

Ten minutes later, they were at the club waiting for everyone to arrive.

“Damn, Firecracker, you’re looking fine this morning,” Casanova said, strolling over and molesting her with his eyes.

“Likewise, blondie.”

Casanova huffed, and Rocky smirked. She was a challenge now. Never one to bow out gracefully, Casanova hit on her every chance he got. “You staying back with the prospects?” Casanova asked.

“No, I’m coming with,” she said.

“Well, you know the back of my bike is always open for you,” Casanova offered.

“Cool your jets, she’s riding bitch with me,” Rocky said, staring him down.

Casanova’s eyes widened.

Rocky narrowed his eyes, silently daring him to open his mouth.

Casanova nodded and walked off to talk to someone else.