Crashed

CRASHED A ROCK DRAGON NOVEL LIZZI STONE Copyright © 2022 by Lizzi Stone All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. CONTENTS Hangry written by Stuart “Striker” West Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Epilogue Fumbled, Chapter 1 Acknowledgments About the Author HANGRY WRITTEN BY STUART “STRIKER” WEST You’re the one thing I need to taste, I don’t want to have to wait. I’m hangry I want you now. Leave me, take me as I am, Pile us higher than you can, I’m hangry, You want me now. I can’t take it anymore, Crawl toward you on the floor, I’m hangry I need you now. Break me, heal me, Fill me up ‘til I can’t stand, I’m hangry, You need me now. I need you now. I need you now. CHAPTER 1 TILLY "Dang it.” I leaned toward my reflection in the mirror on my dresser. “That does not look right.” Slowly, I turned my face to one side, then the other. I unscrewed the lid of the mascara again and touched up my right eyelashes. Then the left. "That's better." I closed the mascara and tossed it back into my makeup bag. “Do I look okay?” I turned around to face my two best friends, put a hand on my hip and popped it out to the side. I had to add a little pizazz to the moment. "You look perfect," Cam assured me. "I need to get you to teach me some day. What I know about makeup could fit on the back of a postage stamp." She preferred the natural look of a hint of blush and mascara and a swipe of lipstick. That was totally cool. Not everyone embraced the glamorous life. Some of us, like me, lived to be extra. I gave no apologies for being myself and living my best life. My friends were the same and I was here for it. "Do people still use those things?" Eva asked. “Postage stamps I mean.” She knitted perfectly manicured blond brows and twisted her lips in a ‘who even knows?’ expression. Cam grinned. "Fine. What I know about makeup could fit on my ex-boyfriend's dick. Is that better?" A dimple showed in her right cheek. Eva giggled. Honest to God, she's the only person I know who actually giggles. The sound is infectious. I laughed. "Why does it not surprise me that you would compare his dick to a postage stamp? That guy talked a big game and drove a big car." I drew the word out until I almost ran out of breath. Don't get me wrong here, if Cam wanted to be with him, she would have my support all the way. For real though, she was too good for a guy whose mission in life seemed to be getting kicked out of strip clubs. No prizes for guessing he kept putting his hands where he shouldn't. Cam grimaced. "I don't know what I saw in him. It certainly wasn't his money or his dick." Camryn Bond worked at Commanders Stadium, home of the Chesapeake Commanders football team, as the events manager. She was surrounded by rich men, like the players and the team's owners, on a daily basis. Not to mention the acts she books for halftime shows. She practically fends off horny rock stars and football gods for a living. She wasn’t impressed by money, fame or good looks. That was one reason she was good at her job. She was always professional. Most of the Commanders saw her as one of the guys, or a sister, not a woman to be messed around with. Unless she wanted to mess around with them, which happened once or twice. In spite of my brother Abraham 'Bam' Clinton, being on the team, and the rest of them being like brothers to me too, I could admit a lot of them were hot. Fact is, most of them knew it, and they were the kind of guys I stayed the hell away from. You couldn't pay me to date any of them, but a girl could look. Honestly, they wouldn't date me either, since my brother would give them a hard time for it. He was sweet, he was, but he took overprotective to a whole new level. He'd chilled out a lot since he got together with his girlfriend, Grace, which was just as well. I didn’t need him to scare all the guys away. I pressed my lips together in thought, then said, "It must have been his personality." All three of us looked at each other and burst out laughing. None of us said it, but we were all thinking the same thing. What personality? Yeah, okay, he wasn't that bad, but Cam was happier without him. "Seriously though, do I look all right?" I glanced back to the mirror and frowned. I managed to tame my black hair and pulled it back into a frizzy ball. My makeup was subtle, except for a hint of bright pink eyeshadow. I wouldn't be me without an extra splash of color here or there. My dress was black, covered with splotches the same color as my eyeshadow. It fell to just above my knees, was cut low in the front, and hugged my rear. You know what they say. If you've got it, flaunt it. I was insecure about a lot of stuff, but my body wasn't one of them. "You look amazing," Eva said. With blond hair and blue eyes, she was the complete