Live Free (Lords of Mayhem 3)
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“What was up with the Harpy earlier? She looked more bitchy than usual,” Rocky noted, leaning back on the bed as Evonne changed into her nightclothes.
“Do you have to call her that?” Evonne asked, glancing over her shoulder.
“She’s a ballbuster, Firecracker. That title ain’t going nowhere. Now tell me what I want to know.”
“So bossy.”
“You knew that shit from day one,” Rocky said quietly.
“Yeah, I did. She got into it with Joey over the shit going on with Peter’s crew. I know she didn’t mean it the way it came out, but it sounded like she was badmouthing Mayhem. Joey being Ms. Hormonal snapped, and Juliette did too, shockingly.”
“Damn, she must’ve been really out of line to piss off the librarian.” Rocky shook his head. The meek mild-mannered woman never seemed to lose her cool. “Doesn’t she know why Shooter is named Shooter and what happened to Peter?”
“Like he would just shoot her over hurt feelings,” Evonne stated in a voice tinged with laughter.
“I don’t know, he’s a protective dude. We all are if you haven’t figured that out,” Rocky said.
“Trust me, I know.”
“You complaining, woman?”
“Nope. I like being the one to ride bitch for once.”
“Any news from the parents?”
“They’ve taken Paul off the meds to bring him out of the medical coma and access the brain injury in its natural state. That could take up to twenty-four hours. Mom said she’d keep me in the know,” Evonne said.
He could hear the hurt in her voice. It made him want to pound her father’s face. What kind of man treated his only daughter this way? She cleared her throat and slipped one of his t-shirts over her head, making him smile. “You know I like you in my clothing.”
“I do, my dominant male,” she said in a singsong voice.
“Come over here and let me give you something to shut that mouth of yours.”
Evonne turned to him, her eyes glazed over with lust.
His jeans grew tight and he growled in anticipation of what would come next. “Come here, baby. I need those panties.”
She grinned. “What if I’m not wearing any?”
“Fuck, Firecracker, you turning into a dirty girl on me?”
“I know what you like.”
“Come here, mama, I want you to sit on my face.”
“Fuck.”
The explicit word made him smirk. “I’m getting inside more than your pussy, baby. You’re changing.”
“Hard not to, given the company I keep.”
“No, it’s not our influence. It’s you learning how not to give a fuck. So damn sexy.”
She walked toward him and grabbed the hem of her shirt.
“Uh-uh, keep it on,” he said.