The Rocker That Needs Me (The Rocker...) (15 page)

How long we stayed like that I couldn’t say. The air conditioning against our bare skin made us both shiver, and I finally raised my head. Lana pushed my hair away from my face.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she confessed with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.

I pulled her closer. “Angel, you can do that as often as you want,” I promised as I stood and lifted her into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I carried her toward my bedroom.

My room was a mess: clothes tossed everywhere, empty soda cans here and there. My favorite Fender was leaning against the bedside table, and there were half a dozen picks tossed on top of it. The bed wasn’t even made. Lana didn’t even blink at the sight of it all, used to the way I tended to live.

“I guess you don’t have a maid.” She grinned up at me as I tossed her on the bed. She bounced twice and squealed as I jumped down beside her as soon as she landed. “Guess you are really missing Layla.”

I snorted. “I missed Layla as soon as she married Jesse. The new housekeeper that Emmie hired doesn’t pick up the dirty clothes that your sister would.” I reached for the covers tossed haphazardly across the bed and kicked my legs until they were straight enough to drape over the both of us.

She giggled. “Poor thing!”

“She’s not as sweet as Layla either.”

The new housekeeper was a forty-something woman that spent more time frowning than smiling. I tried to avoid her, because she didn’t have the nicest of personalities. Emmie didn’t like her, and I wondered why she had hired the woman, but I assumed it had something to do with the way she made every surface in the house shine and how clean she got everything. She didn’t live in the guesthouse like Layla had simply because she had four kids and a husband that wouldn’t fit in the one bedroom house.

Lana pressed her feet against my legs, and I jerked back. “Why are your feet always so cold?”

“Don’t be such a baby.” She snuggled closer and I suddenly didn’t care that she had her icicle feet on me. Her head fit just right under my chin as she rested it on my chest. Midnight black hair spread over my shoulder and pillow and I ran my fingers through the ends, truly happy for what felt like the first time in my entire life.

Lana

I woke with a warm man pressed up against my back. It took me a full minute before I realized I wasn’t still dreaming. Then the night before came flooding in and I smiled, soaking in the reality.

Raising my head, I saw that it was just after seven from the digital clock beside the bed. Muttering a curse that would have had Layla scolding me for sure, I untangled myself from Drake’s arms. He grumbled something in his sleep and tightened his arms around me for a moment before easing up enough for me to slip free.

My clothes were still in the living room, and I didn’t know if Shane was home or not. So I picked up the first shirt I stumbled across and smelled it to make sure it didn’t stink before slipping it over my head. You never knew with Drake sometimes. Without my sister around to do his laundry, I doubted if the shirt I was now wearing had seen the inside of a washer since he had moved in.

It didn’t smell bad. If anything it smelled sexy as hell to me, with the scent of his body wash and deodorant still clinging to the fabric. The shirt fell just short of mid-thigh, and I left the bedroom in search of my clothes and the possibility of coffee.

My dress and underwear were still where Drake had tossed them the night before. His clothes spread across the floor spoke volumes to what had taken place. I couldn’t help but smile a little as I slipped my panties on and headed for the kitchen. Last night had been amazing…

I stopped mid-stride when I noticed Shane standing in nothing but a pair of boxers in front of the open fridge. His hair was a mess and he needed a shave. The tattoos on his back and bare arms were sexy as hell, but I felt nothing as I watched him pull out a carton of milk and chug. When he was done, he put the milk back and turned around.

He took in my borrowed shirt and rumpled hair with a casual shrug as he wiped his milk-stash away with the back of his big hand. “Morning, sis.”

“Hey… Got any coffee?” I didn’t want things to be awkward. How many times had I seen Shane like this in the past? But never before had I just left his brother’s bed after a night of really heavy foreplay.

“Sure. You want regular or Jesse’s special recipe?” he asked as he pulled out the coffee beans from the freezer.

“Regular, please.” I didn’t think I could handle my brother-in-law’s special recipe. Only once had I made the mistake of drinking his brew, and I hadn’t slept for two days.

“You got it.” He went about making the coffee then made us both a bowl of cereal.

“Drake up yet?” Shane asked as he shoveled a big spoonful of bran flakes and raisins into his mouth. “I think he’s supposed to be at the studio at nine.”

“He was still sleeping pretty soundly when I crawled out of bed.” Shane raised a brow and I blushed, but he didn’t say anything. “Should I wake him up?”

He grinned. “Yeah. You better be the one to do that. It might be more effective than if I did it.”

I pushed my half eaten cereal away. “I have to get going soon anyway. I have to be at the gym at nine thirty, and I still need to get home and change.”

“Then you better make it a quickie!” he called after me, and I shot him the finger without turning around.

My face was still warm when I walked into Drake’s room. My rocker was spread out across the king sized bed. His tattoo was actually quivering with each breath he took while he clutched at his pillow. It took me only a moment to realize that he was in the middle of a bad dream.

A moan left him and I fell onto the bed, shaking his arm as he started to tremble. “Drake. Drake, wake up.”

“No!” he shouted. “No… Shane. No!”

I cupped the side of his face. “Drake, baby, wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up and look at me!”

Blue-gray eyes snapped open, but I could tell his nightmare still lingered as the fear slowly faded from his eyes. “Angel?” he croaked.

“Yes. I’m here.” I stroked my hand up and down his back soothingly. It was damp with sweat from his dream, but I didn’t care. I knew about the reasons for the bad dreams, and I just wanted to comfort him until his mind eased.

He moved so fast I didn’t have time to blink. One minute I was on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back, the next I was underneath him. His knees spread my thighs wide, and I gasped as the head of his dick teased at my pussy.

“I need you.” He growled as his mouth captured mine.

All thoughts of either one of us being late disappeared at the first taste of his mouth. One big hand tangled in my hair while the other explored my body. A cry of pleasure escaped me as he pinched and pulled on my nipples. I could feel my pussy flooding with arousal even as the head of his dick rubbed across my opening.

Drake was wild in my arms, out of control as he made love to me. I didn’t have time to think as he assaulted me with one pleasure after another. His mouth left mine to kiss a scalding trail down my neck and across my collar bone. That hot, sinful mouth sucked my nipple deep inside and I couldn’t contain the small scream at the pleasure filled pain as he sucked me harder with each pull.

“I need you, Angel.” He breathed against my stomach as his tongue dipped into my belly button.

“I need you too!” I cried as his tongue stabbed into my pussy. “Drake!”

“Such a sweet pussy.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, nipping at the bundle of nerves. I twisted against his mouth, already on the edge of a mind numbing orgasm.

“Please. Drake, please!” I begged as his day old beard rubbed against my thighs, making the pleasure that much more intense.

His head rose and I could see the evidence of my arousal on his scruffy face. Those blue-gray eyes were so full of passion it made my breath catch.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded as he grasped his dick in his hand. I watched in complete fascination as he stroked the head of that big, beautiful cock down my clit.

My thighs trembled in anticipation. “I want you, Drake,” I breathed. “Please, I need you inside of me.”

I watched him position himself at my opening and swallowed hard at how beautiful this picture looked to me. Drake with his long, thick cock ready to become a part of me. His hair covered thighs pressed roughly against my tanned, smooth ones.

“Look at me!” he commanded and I raised my eyes until our gazes locked.

“You are mine, Angel.” He made it sound like a vow as he thrust hard and deep.

The scream that escaped me was full of the most carnal pleasure. It had been so long, and I was tight. His thick cock stretched me almost to the point of pain, and I arched my hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure. Drake’s eyes were dilated until there was no blue-gray, only black.

“There is no better feeling,” he growled.

“Drake…” I shifted my hips, urging him to move. “Please.”

He pulled free then thrust deep and hard. I felt his balls bounce against my ass and wrapped myself around him to hold on while he drove into me over and over again. My thighs where shaking, burning with each powerful thrust as he hit that spot that always made me lose my mind for him.

“Angel!” he cried, and I could feel him growing thicker inside of me as he neared the end.

“Take me with you!” I pleaded, and his hand eased between us until his thumb found my clit. He pressed down hard and rubbed in tight little circles. “AH!” I screamed as my inner muscles started to contract around his engorged cock. “Drake, I’m coming!”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” he bellowed just before his back arched and he emptied himself deep inside of me.

The feel of his hot release inside of me only intensified my orgasm. I clawed at his back as my climax went on and on, until I thought I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all…

Drake lay on top of me, sweat coating both of our skins. His face was against my neck, his lips kissing the sensitive spot just under my ear. I was spent and still floating on a euphoria cloud. I didn’t want this moment to ever end. Fuck the world because I wasn’t ready to leave this bed or this man.

There was a slight tab on the closed door. “Lana?”

Drake’s head jerked up. “Go the fuck away, Shane!” he roared.

“Sorry, bro.” Shane called through the door. “I hate bothering you guys, but Lana’s phone keeps ringing. It’s Layla and she keeps calling. It might be important.”

My heart stuttered in my chest. “I’ll be right there!”

Drake’s arms tightened around my for a moment before he muttered a curse and rolled off. “Come back,” he commanded, pulling the covers over his waist as I pulled on the shirt that he had stripped me of without even knowing it. Instead of putting on my wet panties, I grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser and stepped into them as I headed for the door.

When I opened the bedroom door Shane was standing there, my phone in his hand. “Sorry, sis.” He grimaced.

“It’s okay.” I gave him a small smile as I took the phone from him. A glance at the screen told me that I had five missed calls. Heart pounding, I pulled up my sister’s number and hit connect.

It didn’t even finish ringing once before Layla answered. “Oh, God! Are you okay?” she asked.

Something in my sister’s voice told me that she was upset. “I’m fine. What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t know!” she cried. “I had no idea. If I had, I never would have let Drake accept the job. Please believe that.”

I went still. “Layla…”

“I couldn’t believe it when Jesse told me that he was one of the judges. I’m still in denial!” She went on as if she hadn’t heard me.

I glanced over at the bed and pulled the phone away from my ear. “I…I’m going to take this in the bathroom.” I told him and rushed through the open bathroom door before he could protest. When I was alone, I locked the door and turned on the faucet. “Layla, are you still there?”

“Lana what’s going on?”

“I…I’m at Drake’s,” I whispered. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, Layla.”

There was a long pause on the other end, and I could actually hear the wheels turning in her head. “Did you spend the night?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie to her about it. “But I’m about to leave. I have to meet Linc…” A glance at the clock on my phone showed me that I had forty minutes to get where I needed to be before he went ape-shit on my ass.

“Cole is the third judge, Lana. Did you know?”

I sighed. “Yeah. I found out yesterday when I stopped by to watch the auditions.” I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, trying to get it to look at least a little less crazy sex-ish. “I saw him.”

“And you’re okay? Are you sure?” Layla sounded concerned now that she wasn’t so frantic.

“I’m fine, Layla. He means nothing to me. Why would I be bothered by seeing him?” Okay, so maybe I had been a little bothered by seeing Cole Steel yesterday. That didn’t mean I needed to burden my sister with that shit.

“Lana…Jesse knows. I had to tell him because I kind of freaked out when he told me last night. He’s upset because I told him everything. He wants to come out there and see you. Maybe even punch Cole in the throat.” I closed my eyes and rested my head against the tiled wall. “I’m sorry, Lana. I couldn’t keep it from him.”

“I understand. He’s your husband, Layla. Of course you had to tell him.” I dropped down on the closed toilet seat, rubbing at my suddenly aching head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea if you guys come out here. Drake doesn’t know and I’m not ready to tell him about Cole. Jesse’s too much of a hot head…”

“I don’t know if I can keep him from going, but I will see what I can do, sweetheart. Maybe stall him until he’s less volatile. He’s seriously upset though, Lana. Jesse loves you.”

Hot tears pricked my eyes, and I closed them to keep them from spilling out. “I love him too… I have to go, Layla.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll call you later… Tell Drake I said hi. I’m not sure if this is what you need right now, but I’m happy for you if this is what you want.”

When I opened the door Drake was still where I had left him. He was frowning at the ceiling. “Layla says hi,” I said with a small smile. I didn’t want the conversation I had just had with my sister to affect the happiness that I had just minutes ago with the sexy man still lying on the bed.

“Is everything okay? Lucy?”

I shook my head. “Lucy is fine.” My baby sister was beyond okay these days. Jesse and Layla had adopted her, making her officially their daughter. Lucy loved Jesse to death and had even started calling him “Dad” recently. I was happy for her. She had the one thing that Layla and I had never had. A father that loved her. “And so are Layla and Jesse.”

Drake raised a brow. “Then why the frantic calls?”

“She was just worried about me.” Not a lie. I crossed back to the bed and dropped down on the edge. “You’re going to be late for work.”

He grunted. “Who cares? Cole’s late every morning. My lateness isn’t going to hurt anything.” He reached for me and pulled me across his chest. “Let’s stay in bed all day and make love until we can’t walk.”

I grinned, loving that idea, but Linc was going to seriously kill me if I didn’t show up. “I would if I didn’t have to meet my friend.” He frowned and I rushed to explain why I had to go. “Linc…” his whole body tensed “...my very
gay
roommate, is my dance partner in this jazz dance competition that we’re doing in a little over a month. I have to meet him at our gym for practice.”