Page 77 of The Echo of Violence

She chuckles and shakes her head. “Don’t sweat it. I’m not easy to offend, and I know you didn’t mean anything by it. Hell, if I got hurt by every stupid thing people said to me, I’d never leave my house. I’d rather you just be your regular, slutty, and inappropriate self. It’s easier to understand someone’s intent when they aren’t trying to be someone else.”

“You think I’m shallow?” Eightball jumps in, making Jinx’s head jerk.

“What?”

“We fucked. It was phenomenal, but before I could even toss the condom, you were gone. Was it because of the legs? You think I’m that shallow?”

“Eightball, with all due respect, I don’t know you. I needed to dick my frustrations away, and I thought you might have a pretty one. Everything else just seemed complicated.”

“So I’ll uncomplicate it. I want to fuck you, feed you, and then fuck you again. And when I can’t get it up anymore, I want to watch you sandwiched between these two.”

She rears back and swallows hard, looking at all three of us with a hint of suspicion. “You all want me together?”

“We want you any way we can get you,” Splinter answers.

“I’m not a club whore.” She grips the table as I reach out and take her hand, tugging it into mine.

“We know. If we wanted a club whore, we could have one. But we want you.”

“For how long? Or do you just want to fuck a freak and brag about it?”

I slide my hand into her hair and yank her to me, eliciting a hiss from her pouty lips. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. I hear you call yourself a freak again, and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I stare at her. Before she can say or do anything, I slam my mouth down over hers, keeping her in place as I tighten my hand in her hair. She groans and melts into me. I taste the faint bitterness of beer on her tongue as I suck on it before pulling away.

I reach for her hand and press it against my rock-hard cock. “He doesn’t care about you not having legs. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what legs are. He’s a pussy-seeking missile, and right now, he has his sights on you.”

“Dear God, make it stop,” Splinter moans, making Jinx giggle.

I let her go so she can sit up.

She bites her lip, looking unsure of herself, before she sighs. “Fuck it. Fine.”

“Wait, what?” Splinter leans forward.

“What can I say? Knight made a convincing argument.”

“He did?” Eightball asks at the same time I do.

“I did?”

She laughs again and uses the table to help her get to her feet.

When she winces, I frown. “Shit, we need to get you checked out.”

I look around for Kaz, but I don’t see him. He must have followed Mercy back into church.

“I’m fine, Knight. I’ll meet you at my car. You guys can follow me home.”

“We’ve got rooms here,” I point out.

She shakes her head.

Splinter jumps in. “I get it. We’ll follow you out.”

She smiles and clucks her tongue, which makes her dog jump up. We stand there and watch her walk away.

“Did that just happen?”

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