Page 37 of Lady Death

Adira stepped out of his arms, turned, and studied him. “Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“Hunter,” Adira said seriously. “What’s going on? Don’t lie to me.”

He ran his fingertips over her cheek, as if he couldn’t help himself. “Nothing’s going on, baby girl.”

Adira stuck her tongue out at him.

“Brat,” he murmured with a grin.

Shaking his head in bemusement, Ares winked at them and left.

“You’re lying to me, and you’re gonna pay for that,” Adira said. “I’m going to sleep in my own room tonight.”

He laughed. “We’ll see about that, baby girl.”

“Game on,” she said with a smirk.

The bartender came over and nodded. “Does anyone want another drink?”

“Buttery nipples, please,” Sidonie ordered. “Two shots each. The dude is paying.”

They all laughed at Hunter’s sour expression.

Suddenly, Vivi popped up and Sidonie jumped.

“Where the hell did you come from?” she snapped.

“Had a quickie in the bathroom,” she replied with a sly grin. “Hi, Adira! Hi Hunter!”

“Hi,” they both said.

“I didn’t need to know that, Vivi,” Chase replied.

“That makes two of us,” Sidonie muttered.

“But you asked,” Vivi pointed out. “Clearly you did want to know. Besides, I don’t think any one of you would turn down an orgasm from their powerful, muscly, gorgeous, well-endowed—”

The other girls groaned.

“Fuck, now that’s going to be stuck in my head,” Sidonie said. “Thanks, Vivi.”

Vivi smiled. “You’re welcome. By the way, it’s official. We are the Tribe Riders. Lincoln loved it.”

Sidonie crossed her hands over her chest. “Did he? What were his exact words?”

“Something something, sure, something something.”

Keres was having a hard time not laughing.

“What are the Tribe Riders?” Adira asked.

“We are!” Vivi said, jumping a little as she clapped. “I’ve been trying to come up with a name because we’ve been kidnapped, caught in a time loop, kidnapped again, apparentlydied, some of us twice, held at gunpoint, shot at … did I miss anything? Anyway, I thought we could be a club like the guys, but all I came up with was The Mighty Three, but now it’s like six of us, so that doesn’t work. So now we’re a tribe. We can get t-shirts made.”

“I’d be honored to wear your shirt, Vivi,” Adira said.

“Thank you, Adira. You’re awesome. I’m glad you recognize genius when you hear it.”

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