Free Torched: Afterburn (Iron Serpents Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Shay Mara Page B

balls felt like they were releasing years of tension.
    God fucking almighty, if she didn’t accidentally stab him during sex, he’d probably end up dead from sexual exhaustion. He’d always thought his libido was through the roof, but trying to keep up with her voracious appetite was no fucking joke. His body felt like a gelatinous blob.
    With all the endorphins running through him, it took a few seconds between hearing the popping sound and feeling his ass light on fucking fire.
    He bolted upright and grabbed it. “Fuck! What the...”
    Grimm’s cackling reverberated through the air but quickly faded as he ran off. Torch looked at his hand and seethed at the sight of blue paint.
    Liv peeled herself off the hood and turned around. “Did you just get shot in the ass?” she asked, her jaw twitching from trying to stifle a laugh.
    “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker,” he snarled.
    She patronizingly rubbed his arm. “You want me to kiss your boo-boo and make it better?”
    “Shut the fuck up.”
    At least the asshole had waited for him to get off, but make no mistake, Grimm was back at the top of his shit list.

: 7 :
     
    | LIVIA |
     
    Dressed and ready for the day, I plopped down with my tablet on our bed at the clubhouse. After a long night of drinking and paintball, which had capped off an even longer day of working in the salvage yard for Torch, we’d decided to crash there instead of trekking home. He’d had to be up at the ass crack of dawn anyway; along with Buddha, Mace, and Gauge, he was currently on his way to Albuquerque with a load of scrap metal. At over five hundred miles each way, riding behind a heavy-duty flatbed, it would end up being a two-day run.
    With most of Jan’s twenty grand already allotted for necessities, the club’s reserves were still running low. Between five operational businesses and twenty-five members to take care of through payroll or emergencies, I could see why finances were complicated and they couldn’t risk going broke.
    I’d offered to lend them the money to float whatever bills needed to be paid until business picked up, but as expected, they—Buddha and Torch in particular—were vehemently opposed. You know, manly egos and all that shit. But hey, if they wanted to work their asses off for an extra few grand just to keep their “self-respect” intact, more power to them. I had plenty to do anyway.
    I’d called up my old hacking sidekick, Milo, and set up a lunch date to reconnect and figure out just how much I’d missed while locked up. With Torch gone until the next night, I planned on taking advantage of the alone time to do some catching up. I couldn’t wait to start poking around my old online stomping grounds.
    I wasn’t in a huge hurry to give Silas an answer to his job offer, but I did want to get back to what I did best, even if it meant just playing around for the fun and familiarity of it. In a sense, my work was just about all I had left over from my old life of running and hiding. I’d moved into Torch’s house, been taken in by his family, and had even given in to his preferred brand of motorcycle. I adored him and cherished every minute of my new life, but going from one extreme to the other was a shock to the system, to say the least.
    I turned on my tablet, logged into Skype, and called my best girl.
    Lexi’s beaming face popped up on my screen. “Hey, sexy bitch! Where the hell have you been?”
    “Oh, you know, running guns and robbing banks,” I joked.
    “You better not be. I think I had a harder time getting through the last year than you did. Here, hold on.” She disappeared from the screen and a few seconds later my phone beeped.
    I checked my inbox and opened up a picture she’d sent of herself, her face contorted to look like she was wailing. “Did you just flick water on yourself to make it look like you’re crying?” I groaned.
    She reappeared on the screen. “You put that as a wallpaper on your phone,” she ordered.