The Rocker That Savors Me (The Rocker...) (13 page)

Emmie sighed. “Of course you do. Look, I’m sorry. It was just a joke.”

“Well don’t fucking joke around about that! I love you, baby. You are
my everything. If you don’t believe me, then tell me now so that I can fix it.” He fell to his knees in front of her. “Tell me, Em.”

“I know that you love me. It took me a little while, but I really believe you. I’m sorry I said that, Nik.” I heard the tears in her voice now and had to restrain my urge to pound my friend in the face. Emmie should never cry. Never! “I was being
a bitch and I’m sorry. I get a little evil like that when I think of you and Gabriella in the same room.”

“Em, I told you nothing happened. She lied to you. Gabriella is nothing to me. Nothing
! It was always you and she used that to hurt you.” Nik pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. “Please believe me, baby.”

“I…I…
believe you.”

I turned away, feeling as if I was intruding. Nik and Emmie had come a long way over the summer. Sometimes Em had moments when she second guessed Nik’s feelings but they worked through their problems. Nik had his hands full with her insecurities, but he never lost his
patience when it came to showing Em what she meant to him.

I kind of wanted what they had, insecurities and all.

Layla

I left Lana and Lucy in front of the television with a large cheese pizza. Lana was still stuck between pouting and glaring off into space. I hoped that she and Drake would be able to sort it out before I got home. Sure, Lana was over reacting a little about Drake buying her things, but her life had been full of the men our mother had paraded before her, all trying to win her over with expensive things so they could get closer to Lydia…

Or the really perverted ones trying to get closer to her!

Been there done that. It was why my mother had thrown me out when I was sixteen. One of her boyfriends had taken a sick liking to me, and one night he had tried to climb into bed with me. When I had woken up to a naked forty year old man beside of me, I had freaked out. I screamed until everyone in the house was up. My mother had taken one look at the picture—me, only in my night gown, her boyfriend naked and in my bed—and went ballistic. She pulled me up out of my bed and dragged me out of the house. I wasn’t sure what had happened to the boyfriend, but I did know that Lydia had considered the whole thing my fault. She was insecure about her age, hated that she was getting older and losing the fresh young looks that she had always relied on to help find sugar daddies—and rock stars—to pay her bills for her. It hadn’t mattered to her that I was only sixteen. All she had cared about was that I was prettier than she was and therefore competition.

If she hadn’t died when she had I was sure she would have ended up tossing Lana out too.
Lana, who was so much more beautiful than I was, would have been serious trouble for Lydia’s self-esteem.

At seven there was a knock on the front door
, and my heart moved to my throat. It was crazy that I was nervous. It wasn’t like this was my first date or anything. I have had boyfriends in the past and even thought I was in love a time or two, but this was different. Jesse was different.

When I opened the door
, the sight before me took my breath away. Dressed in jeans, a shirt that stretched across that massive chest and biker boots, he was my version of sexy multiplied by ten. Screw the date! I wanted to haul him into the closest bed and devour him whole.

His eyes changed colors as soon as he saw me
, going dark and animalistic as he trailed his gaze from the top of my head to my toes. I had left my hair down, with the ends just slightly curled to add some body. My makeup wasn’t all that special except I had paid extra attention to my eye makeup, giving them that smoky with cool grays and metallic blues. His eyes paused momentarily on my chest, obviously liking the way my top clung to my breast. The skinny jeans I had on were a pair of Lana’s, and they hugged my hips tight. The boots that Drake had bought her finished my look, and I could almost see the fantasies Jesse was having in his eyes—imagining me with nothing but those boots on.

He rubbed a hand over his mouth, taking his time as his eyes made the return trip back up to my face.
“Killing me here, baby.”

I grinned, loving that I was affecting him so much. “
I can change.”

“No.” He shook his head and grasped my hand. “I like that you are killing me.” He tugged me out the door and I called a
“good night” to the girls before shutting the door behind us.

I ha
d never had someone open a car door for me, and really I wasn’t expecting it from the big bad rocker, but he surprised me when he did just that. Stopping by the SUV, he opened the door and didn’t let go of my hand until I was seated in the passenger seat. As he closed the door another vehicle pulled up beside of the Escalade.

I didn’t pay attention to who was in the Ferrari because I as too busy checking out the car itself. In the dim lighting
, I saw that it was metallic silver. The art work on the driver’s side was
sick
, with skulls in black and dark shades of gray. I was instantly in love with the car!

Jesse called a greeting to the couple getting out of the car but didn’t stop as he moved around to climb behind the wheel of the Escalade. I caught a glimpse of long dark hair from a woman shorter than I was and the tattoos on the arms of the man as they walked up the step
s to the front door. For the first time I noticed who it was… “Is that Axton Cage?”

Jesse glanced back at the beach house as the door opened and Nik stood in the door way. “Yeah…
Did you want to meet him? We have time.”

I shook my head. It would have been cool to have met the man deemed ‘
Rock God,’ but I was more excited to just be with the rocker beside of me. “I’d rather be with you,” I told him honestly.

His hand stopped in the process of starting the vehicle. Eyes darker than I had ever seen them captured mine
, and before I could blink he was reaching for me. I went willingly, desperate for the taste of him. He wasn’t gentle, and it only served to make me want more. His tongue thrusting into my mouth made me wet, and I nearly climbed across the seat to straddle him.

He tasted like toothpaste with
something more potent underlining that mint flavor. That something went straight to my head, and I became an instant addict for it. A small moan escaped my mouth, and I clutched his shoulders, my nails sinking into his flesh through the material of his shirt.

The kiss went on and on. It could have lasted hours and I wouldn’t have been able to get my fill. When he finally raised his head
, it was because we needed to breathe. He leaned his forehead against mine, his fingers tangled in my hair to hold me close. “Seriously, Layla. Killing me here, baby.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from attack his mouth again. “I’m dying a little myself
,” I whispered.

We sat there for several minutes. It was soothing the way his fingers, still tangled in my hair, massaged my scalp while we got our breathing under control.
When he raised his head, his eyes had changed again. They weren’t as dark as they had been just a few minutes ago, but they weren’t his normal brown. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before turning in the seat and reaching out to start the SUV.

“What would you like to eat, babe?
Italian, Greek, Mexican?” He reversed, backing smoothly out of the driveway. “Anything you want just let me know.”

I told him I wanted a hamburger
, and he just blinked at me. “Really?”

I grinned.
“Yes, really. But I want a really good hamburger. The best hamburger in the world. Know a place like that?”

“Yeah, but it’s in New York.” He frowned, as if thinking about his options then turned left at a red light. “Okay. I know a good place. It isn’t the best burger you will ever eat, but it is as close as I can get without flying across the country.”

He took me to a little mom-and-pop place that was surprisingly crowded. We seated ourselves in the back at a little booth, and a waitress in her late thirties came to take our orders. She barely gave us a once over before asking us what we wanted to drink. Two cokes and two full works burgers later and we were both stuffed, of course Jesse had finished my burger because it had been so huge that I had only been able to eat half. The man could eat because not only did he have his burger and mine but he ate most of the fries that had come with both as well.

Even though I had only eaten half
, it was still the best burger I had ever had. I didn’t know if it was because of the food or because of the company I had while I enjoyed it. Jesse kept me laughing through our meal—telling me all kinds of hilarious things about him and the band over the years—and I felt light hearted by the time he paid the bill.

He stood and captured my hand as soon as I was on my feet. It felt right when he entwined our fingers and pulled me close as we walked out of the restaurant. The parking lot was crowded with cars with more coming and going. It was dark out now
, and there were only a few street lights to guide us to the Escalade, but I wasn’t scared; there was no one in the world stupid enough to mess with Jesse. It made me feel safe because he was so big and almost scary looking in the dim lighting.

He opened the passenger door for me but when I went to step up into the big SUV
, he stopped me with a firm hand on my waist. All too willingly, I melted into his arms as his head lowered and caught my mouth. My arms snaked around his shoulders so that I could hold on while I pulled myself up his body enough to feel his cock right where I needed it the most.

I was already wet and aching for this man. His kisses made me weak at the knees
, and I felt as if I was coming undone with each second that passed while his mouth tortured me with the addictive taste of him. He groaned low in his throat when I moved so that his cock was pressed against my pussy. “Fuck, Layla,” he muttered, his lips trailing down my neck and nipping at my shoulder. “Why is it that as soon as your lips touch mine, I’m ready to come in my jeans?”

“I’d rather you c
ome in me,” I whispered brokenly and his fingers tightened their hold on my waist to the point of pain.

“I want to take you right here.” He sucked at the spot he had nipped, tenderly making blood pool at the surface. “But I’m not going to…” I whimpered in protest. I wasn’t one for public sex, but I was willing to make an exception for this man! “I promised you a date, and the ni
ght is still young, baby.” He raised his head and dark eyes captured mine. “But later...”

Jesse

If I knew that our night was going to end the way it did I would have taken her home and sunk my dick into her as soon as I had paid for dinner. Hind sight is a
lways twenty/twenty…

I parked the Escalade in the parking lot across the road from the bar. Every time the door opened
, loud music poured out. The band wasn’t due to preform until ten, so we still had an hour or so before they took the stage. For now, there was a DJ in the back playing good rock and everyone was having a good time.

The bouncer at the door barely looked at our IDs when I paid the cover charge
, and then I caught hold of Layla’s hand and pulled her through the crowd toward the bar. It was so loud that I had to press my lips to her ear so that she could hear me. She shivered when I asked her what she wanted to drink.

Layla shrugged. “What are you having?”
she asked.

“Let’s do some shots
. You cool with that?” She nodded her head in agreement. Luckily enough, two guys were just leaving their chairs at the bar when we approached, and I lifted Layla into one before waving at the bartender.

A skinny guy with a long goatee raised a brow at me when he stopped in front of us. “What do you want Lay
la? Jack Daniels or Patron?”

“Patron.
Jack gives me a headache.” The guy sat two shot glasses in front of us and poured our shots then added a slice of lime to each and put a salt shaker beside of the glasses. I gave him a fifty and told him to keep the change.

Before I could reach for mine
, Layla already swallowed her own. I watched in fascination as she swallowed without so much as flinching and bit into the lime without bothering with the salt. Fuck me! My dick, which had been on the verge of exploding all evening, twitched against the fly of my jeans. I quickly swallowed my shot before I did something stupid, like pull her into the bathroom in the back and screw her brains out.

But that wasn’t how it was going to be the first time we made love. It was going to be in a bed
, and I was going to take my time with her. There was no use in rushing, not with Layla. She was different from any other woman that had warmed my bed. I felt it to my bones when I looked at her.

The heat of the tequila distracted me enough to get my cock under control for the moment
, and I motioned to the bartender for two more. Layla gave me a sly grin as she downed the second shot without bothering with the lime this time. I placed a kiss on her lips just to get a taste of her and found that she was far more intoxicating than the liquor.