The Rocker That Savors Me (The Rocker...) (9 page)

Layla

I spent all day Sunday unpacking and getting the guesthouse cleaned up. There was plenty to do, and I was thankful for the distraction from my crazy thoughts of Jesse. Of course I wasn’t disappointed that he didn’t come over to talk. I was relieved even…

Okay, so I was heart sick that he didn’t seek me out. I craved being near him, even for
just a minute. I was so messed up that I didn’t know what to do about it. My desire for him was far and beyond anything that I had ever experienced before in my life.

Sunday night
, while Lana finished up the rest of her homework, I took a moment to talk to her about Drake. She just laughed it off and said that they were friends. She promised me she wasn’t going to get involved with a rocker, but there was something like longing in her amber eyes, and I felt my stomach clench with worry.

I didn’t push the subject, though. I would just watch Lana and Drake and make sure that my little sister wasn’t getting in deeper than she could handle. I didn’t want Lana falling for a rocker.
I
didn’t want to fall for a rocker…

Monday
, I had to take an hour off so that I could get Lucy situated at the local school. When I got back I rushed through my routine for the upstairs. I vacuumed the halls and stairs then quickly took care of Drake’s room.

The covers were thrown all over the place
, but they didn’t smell like they normally did. There was still the distinct scent of fear on the sheets but not like I had grown use to the week before. When I got to the bathroom, I marveled at how clean it still was. There was the faint odor of vomit, but not the overwhelming stench I had cleaned up morning after morning the week before.

Before I left for the day
, I helped Emmie out in the kitchen, teaching her how to make the yeast rolls I had learned to make from my first boyfriend’s mother. When I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly time for the guys to get home from the studio, I retreated to the guest house. I had gone two days without seeing Jesse now. It had been difficult, but I had somehow managed not to think about him every five minutes. I didn’t want to mess up the progress I was making.

Lucy needed help with her math
, so I sat down at the kitchen table after dinner to help her. She was amazing at reading and was already on a fifth grade reading level, but math just blew her mind. Not that I could say anything. Math wasn’t my strongest subject either. I despaired at what was going to happen when she got into high school. I would have to hire a tutor or something for her because I sure as hell wouldn’t be much help to her.

By ten
, Lucy was in bed and Lana came inside. I hadn’t said anything when she had gathered up all our candles and an old sheet and disappeared outside. The sound of her giggles and Drake’s deep laughter had actually been heartwarming, but I still worried. When Lana gave me the brightest smile I had ever seen coming from her, I just wished her a good night and settled in for the night on the hide-a-bed in the living room while she went into the bedroom that she shared with Lucy.

I drifted off to sleep, proud of myself for not thinking of Jesse all day long…
only to dream about him!

Lana’s alarm woke me from a particularly wet dream
, and I sat up, my breathing ragged as I pressed shaking fingers to my throbbing clit. Lana was in the shower, so I had a few minutes to take care of the ache that dreaming of Jesse had caused. I closed my eyes, picturing his smooth head between my legs as his tongue licked my pussy until I couldn’t hold on any longer.

Using my thumb to press down on the top of my clit while I thrust two fingers into my soaking wet pussy
, I bit my lip to keep from whimpering in pure pleasure as I felt my inner muscles start to clench and convulse. When I could breathe again, I sucked my fingers into my mouth, imagining that it was Jesse’s dick, as I licked off my juices from his thick cock. When my fingers were clean of my arousal, I got up to start my day.

Lana was just getting out of the shower when I entered the bathroom. Her hair was dripping all over the place
, and she wrapped a towel around it before reaching for another to wrap around her gorgeous body. She wasn’t tattooed or pierced like I was. She had virgin skin, and I wanted to keep it that way, but she had already started hinting at getting one for her birthday in a few weeks.

“Can I have some gas money, Layla?” Lana asked as she rushed to get dry. “Your car is low.”

I washed my hands. “Of course. But I don’t have any cash. Just use my credit card at the pump, okay?” I reached for a ponytail hold and pulled my thick hair back into a messy bun before reaching for my tooth brush.

“Thanks, Layla.” She ran a wide toothed comb through her damp hair then went into the bedroom to get dressed. “Hey, do you care if I have dinner with Drake Friday?”

My hand froze with the toothbrush still in my mouth. My mouth was full of toothpaste and spit, but I moved to the door and frowned at my sister as she pulled on jeans and a simple black tank top over her black bra. “What?” Maybe I hadn’t heard her right.

Lana pulled her damp hair out of the shirt and turned to face me. “I want to have dinner with Drake Friday night. He asked me to go to this little Greek place that he thinks I will like. I promise I won’t be out late.”

“Lana, he’s in his thirties.” I reminded her around my mouth full of paste. “And he’s a rocker.”

She sighed. “He isn’t like those guys that Mom played around with, Layla.
Yes, I’m sure he’s lived hard, but there is something about him that…” she shook her head. “I don’t know what it is, Layla. I feel like there is this invisible rope that pulls me toward him.”

“Lana…”

“No. Please, just listen. I like him. But right now we’re just friends. He isn’t ready for anything more…” I opened my mouth to ask how she knew that when she went on. “We haven’t talked about it, if that’s what you want to know. I just sense it. He’s haunted by something in his past and until he’s ready to face it, he won’t be ready for me. So, please just trust me. Okay? I want to be his friend.”

I shut my mouth, my teeth biting into my bottom lip while I tried not to swallow the mess in my mouth. I trusted Lana. She was a good girl, with a good head on her shoulders
, and in a few short weeks she was going to be eighteen, an adult. I had to trust that she knew what she was doing and would be able to handle any mistakes she might happen to make along the way.

“Okay, Lana. I trust you to know what is best for yourself. Just be careful, okay? And remember that he’s still a rocker. That isn’t going to change.”

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After I had
put Lucy on the bus, I headed into the house. The guys were already gone; I had heard them leave right after Lana had pulled away. I relaxed in the knowledge that other than Emmie, who was either still asleep or in her office working, I was alone in the house.

The first thing I did was take care of Drake’s room. His sheets weren’t as rumpled this morning, but there was still the slight sm
ell of fear and sweat, so I changed his sheets and tossed his comforter in the washer before taking care of his bathroom.

When I was done upstairs
, I straightened up the kitchen. The dishwasher was full of dirty dishes, and I turned it on before getting out a pan to fry up some bacon for Emmie. I knew she would be hungry, but if she was working she would forget about eating unless I brought her something.

I fried up the bacon nice and crispy, just
the way she liked, and scrambled some eggs while the bread toasted. I was just plating up the eggs when I heard footsteps entering the kitchen behind me. “Hey, little momma. Are you hungry?” I asked without turning around.

“Starving.”

I nearly dropped the skillet at the sound of Jesse’s deep voice. I yelped and turned my head to find him standing in front of the island in nothing more than a pair of jeans that s
at almost indecently low on those narrow hips. My mouth went dry as my pussy flooded with desire.

Good God! He was something from a dark fantasy. Sure
, I had seen his chest when we were swimming on Saturday, but that didn’t mean I was any less affected right now. That broad, thickly muscled chest with the black heart over his left pectoral. Those abs that were all hard angles and deep ridges. The little trail of dark hair that trailed from his belly button down his flat stomach and disappeared into his jeans…

I closed my gaping mouth and tried to steady my racing heart as I turned away from the devastating sight of the sexy man behind me. “Um…I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” I got out in a voice that only slightly shook with my need.

“Em has a doctor’s appointment and I was the only one free to go.” I heard his footsteps as he came around the island. My already crazy heart rate accelerated as I sensed him stop just behind me. I could actually feel the heat radiating from his big body. “Can I join you for breakfast?”

“Of course.
Just let me make some more eggs.” I reached for the carton of eggs with a hand that trembled.

His hand caught my elbow
, and carefully pulled me around to face him. All the oxygen seemed to leave the room as I looked up into those eyes that changed with every emotion that crossed his endearing face. Right now, they were darker that I had ever seen them. “I was hoping for something a little sweeter than eggs, Layla,” he murmured as his head lowered toward mine.

It was stupid. It was crazy…
but I had never been all that smart or sane. At least that was what I told myself as I stepped closer. He towered over me, but I thought we fit perfectly against each other. His erection pressed against my stomach, my breasts against his chest in just the right spots. I could see the pulse beating at the base of his throat, and I ached to suck on it.

“You are so fucking beautiful
,” He growled, his head making a slow dive toward mine as if he were giving me time to reconsider letting him kiss me.

The first brush of his lips across mine was soft
and gentle, but no less intoxicating. His lower lip was fuller than his top, and before I could think about it, I latched on to it, sucking it into my mouth to get the full taste of him. It was like a drug, that sweet addicting taste of passionate man. Large fingers gripped my pony tail, holding my head still while he explored my mouth with his tongue.

A moan escaped us both when he pulled back. I pressed closer, wanting his mouth. He turned his head away, cursing softly while he tried to suck in deep breath after deep breath. The kiss hadn’t been long, maybe twenty seconds or so
, but it had stolen his breath completely. I thrilled in the knowledge that I had affected him so completely.

One big hand rubbed over my jeans clad hips and pulled me into his
hard body. His erection throbbed against my stomach, making me burn for him. I laid my head on his chest, loving the sound of his out of control heartbeat. It matched my own and let me know that I wasn’t the only one fighting for control over this thing that was between us.

After a few minutes of him holding me like that
, he stepped back enough so there was a few inches of space between us. His hand was still on my hip, though, and I looked up at him through my lashes. “I knew you were going to blow my mind, Layla,” he murmured in a passion filled voice, “but I had no idea that you would bring me close to blowing my load with just a kiss.” He brushed a soft kiss across my forehead. “I’ve never been that affected by a kiss. Not even when I was fifteen and experimenting for the first time.”

“I’m pretty affected myself
,” I assured him in a quiet voice.

Those eyes darkened even more
, and I longed to chart them, to watch while he experienced every emotion known to man and witness how many colors they could actually turn. “Have dinner with me tonight.” He lowered his head to brush a tender kiss across my cheek. “I promise not to seduce you unless you ask me too.”

That could be a problem; because
I was sure that I wanted him to seduce me. I licked my lips. “I…I can’t tonight.” I whispered, regret clouding my voice. “Lucy has school in the morning and I…I want to, but…”

“Sh
h... Sh.” He kissed my other cheek, just the barest touch of warm damp lips to my soft skin. “Okay, not tonight. Saturday then. Dinner. Maybe a few drinks at this bar that has live bands?”

Slowly
I nodded. “I can do Saturday.”

Another kiss, this one to the tip of
my nose. “I can’t wait.” Then he stepped back, his hand moving to his crotch to adjust himself. I watched unashamedly as he tucked it into a more comfortable position. Fuck me!

Just as he stepped back Emmie’s voice came from the direction of the office. She was on the phone but walking toward the kitchen. “If that’s what it takes, that’s what you have to do. No, that’s not acceptable. Make sure it gets done!”

She was muttering to herself as she entered the kitchen. Either she didn’t feel the sexual tension in the room or was ignoring it as she went to the stove and lifted a strip of crispy bacon from the paper towel lined plate that I had placed the bacon on to drain. “Do you know how hard it is to get stupid people to do smart things?” she asked no one in particular.