“Rocky. Now that you’re good here, I’m going to go on the prowl.” Fancy winked and sashayed away.
“That chick kills me. She screams class, but I know for a fact she comes from one of the worst projects around,” Rocky said.
“Is that why her name is Fancy? Like the Reba song”
“Yeah, you never knew?” He lifted a brow.
“No, names can be touchy with the…ladies here. So, I keep it to myself.”
Rocky laughed. “Oh, Candy and Peaches gave you T.M.I., huh?”
“Ugh.” She grimaced. “I’ve seen and heard more of and from those two than I want to remember. You promised me a good time, Rocco. I’m still waiting.”
“Damn, baby. I won’t make you wait any longer,” Rocky said.
“Good.” She grinned.
He finished his drink in one gulp, slamming the glass down on the bar. He placed his arms on either side of her body, boxing her in. He nudged her legs open and grasped her hips, rubbing her over his thigh.
She whimpered, closing her legs to add friction.
“Damn, you want it bad, don’t you?”
“I want to feel good, Rocco Maurizio, no more sadness.”
“I can do that for you, mama.”
Her core dripped. Every nerve ending felt alive and stimulated. With her inhibitions gone by the wayside, she gripped the edge of the bar behind her and rode him.
“Fuck, baby, light up for me.” The pressure built up inside her and her body began to shake. Her walls flexed and she ground her pussy into his jeans. “Do it for me, Firecracker.” His husky voice sent her coasting over the edge and she bucked against him, eyes slamming shut as she gave herself over to decadency. Putting herself first was a foreign concept and now she was a woman long starved.
“So sexy. Now how about we take this to the room, so you can do that on my cock.”
She laughed as she caught her breath. “I think we can arrange that.”
He gripped her hips and lifted her into the air as if she weighed nothing. She snaked her legs around his waist, aroused by his display of strength. “I love how easily you lift me up.”
“Trust me, mama, I know how you like to be handled.”
The lust in his eyes set her on fire.
“Evonne! God, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Juliette’s panicked voice acted like ice water. Her stomach twisted into knots. “What’s wrong?” she asked as Rocky set her on the ground.
“There’s been an accident. Your brother—he’s in the hospital and it’s not looking good.”
Her head spun and her legs failed. Moans spilled from her lips.
Rocky caught her seconds before she slammed into the hard concrete floor. “What are you talking about, Libr
arian? I just saw that punk, laid him out myself not three hours ago.”
“There was a hit-and-run outside the house.”
A wail resounded through the space. Evonne’s throat grew raw and she realized the sound had originated from her. “This is my fault. He told me! He said he’d go after my family.”
“You can’t—”