Live Free (Lords of Mayhem 3)

“Maybe that’s what she needs,” Moose said.

“Hmm.” Tiny ran his hands over his stubble. “I need to think on that.”

Hawk narrowed his gaze and Rocky bit back a smile. They might be two of the scariest motherfuckers around, but together they were hilarious. They couldn’t be more like brothers if they had the same DNA.

“Any other orders of business we need to tend to?” Moose asked.

“I think we covered it for now. Keep your phones close and your guard up. I got a feeling shit’s about to go off around here,” Tiny instructed. “Now go do what you got to do to blow off steam while you can. If shit gets bad we’re going to a lockdown and you’ll be climbing the walls.”

Moose called the meeting, banging his gavel on the table.

They all stood and Rocky’s thoughts turned to Evonne. The time for bullshit between them had passed. He was ready to put a claim on his shit. The thought of Levi thinking he still had a stake in her at all had him ready to go home and tattoo his brand where everyone could see it.

“Headed home to the little woman?” Casanova asked from his position holding up the bar.

“Yep.”

Casanova’s jaw dropped and Rocky smirked. “Have fun with your hand tonight, brother.”

Laughter followed him out into the night. On his bike, he took a detour, letting the wheels eat up the blacktop, so the vibration and wind could clear his mind. The thought of locking himself in with a woman still curdled his stomach. But Evonne wasn’t just some woman and if anyone even tried to push up on her, he’d bust their head wide open. Catch 22. If I think this out any more, I’m going to start producing estrogen.

Head clear, he pulled into the driveway a few hours later. He got off the bike and glanced down at his wrist. Almost midnight. Thoughts of a sleepy, pliable Evonne made his dick hard. The woman turned him on without even trying. One heated look, trust-filled action or sign of affection and he was ready to take her against the wall. He’d never had a woman treat him the way she did. Like a friend. Someone she enjoyed spending time with and also happened to fuck. Before, he’d always been a means to an end, a scapegoat or a rung on a ladder to be climbed.

He opened the door and the lingering scent of something delicious and warm hit him. The red light visible in the kitchen told him she’d placed something in the crock pot to keep it warm for him. His stomach tightened as he locked the door behind him and strode to her room. Easing the door open, he studied her sleeping form in the light that came in from the hallway.

She rolled onto her side. “Rocco?”

The sound of his real name on her tongue hit him right in the fucking gut. He clomped over to her bed, placed his hands beneath her body and lifted her up. “Yeah it’s me, Firecracker.”

“What are you doing?” Her voice sounded raspy and sleep worn.

“Bringing you where you belong…in bed with me.”

Her eyelids fluttered and she struggled to focus on him as he moved down the hallway.

Inside his room, he kicked the door shut behind him and tossed her on the bed.

She squeaked and bounced, pushing herself up with her arms.

Rocky crawled onto the bed, covering her with his weight as he devoured her mouth. Her eyes drifted shut and he fed at the sweetness of her lips. Their tongues touched and tangled. Her legs fell open and he pushed the oversized shirt up around her waist, grinding his hips into hers as he rubbed his bulge over her moist heat. “So wet. I can feel you through your panties and my jeans.” He nipped her lip and soothed the spot with his tongue, trailing a moist line up her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ears. Her back arched. “That shit’s mine now, Firecracker. My pussy and I want it.” He sat back on his heels and rubbed her clit through her panties.

She moaned helplessly. “Y-yours?”

“That’s right. Open those eyes and look at me. You know I want you to see what I do to you.” Her breath came out in tiny, whimper-like puffs of air that had his cock straining in his jeans. “Damn, I need that special flavor.” He slid down the bed, kissing her thighs as he went. Gripping her inner thighs, he spread her legs wide, inhaling the scent of her arousal. “So good.”

“God, Rocco.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“S-say what?”

He licked the inside of her thigh. “That this is my pussy.”

“It’s your pussy.”

“No, I don’t think you’re feeling me, mama.” He peered up at her. “I want exclusive rights to this. You understand?”

“Rocky—”