Page 86 of Dolls & Daggers
“Everything okay?” I ask Bunny. “You look like you need a trip to the alley to scream.”
“It’s fine!” Bunny breathes out, too quickly. “Hunter is just being... Hunter.”
“Hot as hell? Big dick energy? Keeps begging to fuck your brains out in the bathroom again?” I waggle my brows.
“I heard that first part, Turtle Dove,” Wren calls over his shoulder.
“Me too, doll. I’m flattered,” Hunter adds with a smirk.
Bunnylevels me with a flat look as I wink at her. “I don’t hear a denial from either of you this time.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” she mutters as Vixey bounces over.
And by bounce, I mean she literally trips at the last minute and has to hop a few times to regain her balance.
“Happy birthday, Dove!” she cries, throwing her arms around me. “Here! This is for you!”
Bunny stiffens as Vixey shoves a Baby Doll Killer plushie into my hands. “Isn’t it cute?”
My best friend and I exchange a glance before looking back at the tall girl whose honey eyes glow with excitement. “I thought maybe you could put it on your desk! You know, because you write about her!”
A relieved sigh whooshes from my throat. “Thank you, Vixey. That’s so thoughtful!”
“You’re welcome! Anyway, I gotta get back to work, but happy birthday again!” She flounces off with a whimsical air about her after throwing Bunny a smirk that practically screamsha, your friend likes me, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
“I hate her,” Bunny grumbles.
“Why? She’s sweet, and she has killer style.” I make a mental note to ask Vixey where she got her hot pink cargo pants before looking at my present.
“No one isthatnice,” Bunny snips. “There’s just somethingoffabout her. I’m telling you.”
“Excuse me, ma’am.I’mthat nice. Now stop being mean to the poor girl and look how cute this is!” I hold up the plushie—a mini version of me, complete with a garter and dagger strapped to its thigh.
There’s a card attached to the hand with the Etsy info for the seller. I pull it up in the app and find an entire shop dedicated to Baby Doll Killer merch.“Ooh. Maybe I should order a ton and leave them at the scenes like calling cards.”
“Oh, good,” Bunny deadpans. “Then they can slap a serial killer-endorsed banner on the website. Hashtag licensed merch. And Hunter can link that directly back to you.”
“I can link what back to her?” Hunter asks as he and Wren join us.
My boyfriend slips his arms around my shoulders, pulling me back against him just as Bunny snaps, “Mind your own business!”
Hunter slaps his open palm against the edge of the pool table beside us before stepping into her space, pointing a finger at her. “Listen, little rabbit, I’ve had about enough of your mouth today?—”
Bunny snaps her teeth at his outstretched digit and snarls, “Funny, you were singing a different tune last night!”
Wren and I exchange wide-eyed looks before discreetly backing away from the two of them.
“Is it just me, or is she extra pissy lately?” Wren whispers, grabbing two drinks from Vixey’s tray as she passes and handing one to me. The liquid shimmers with edible glitter, swirling through the pink alcohol, crisp and fruity on the nose.
“You’d think she’d be happier considering they’re sleeping together.”
“Did she finally admit it?”
I shake my head, eyeing our best friends. “No. But look at them. He’s seconds away from sitting her on that pool table and showing it some very dirty moves.”
Wren chuckles and sits at a nearby table, pulling me between his legs. “Speaking of dirty moves, while I did help set up this party, I can’t wait to get you home so I can give youmypresent.”
“Oooh.” I wind my arms around his neck, relishing the way his eyes darken, his thighs flexing as I press into him without fully climbing into his lap. “Is it your gorgeous cock wrapped in a pretty pink bow?”
