Page 38 of How to Love a Rockstar

She releases my hand. I miss her soft hand in mine. I would love to feel those soft fingers roving all over my body. I bet her touch would be tentative at first. But Virginia is no mouse. A few words from me and she’d be certain of her right to touch me. To make me feel good.

My cock begins to harden and I shut those thoughts down. I’m here to make Virginia feel safe. Not to maul her.

“Why do you think I don’t feel safe?”

I shrug. I don’t want to mention how her face softened when I offered to walk her home fromElectric Vibes.Or how her claim that she doesn’t need me to make her feel safe set off warning bells in my mind.

“Indigo mentioned this is the first time you’ve ever lived alone. And I remembered how I installed cameras and extra locks for Stevie when she moved into her first apartment last year.”

“You’re still looking after your sisters?”

“Someone has to. They’re a bunch of troublemakers otherwise.”

“And you have four sisters?”

I nod. “Janis, Joni, Linda, and Stevie.”

Her brow furrows. “And you’re Dylan.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “At your service.”

“Are all of you named after rockstars?”

“Yep. Janis Joplin, Joni Mitchell, Linda Ronstadt, and Stevie Nicks, although Joni Mitchell is more of a folksinger than rockstar. My asshole dad had a thing for rockers and my mom indulged him.”

“And they’re all troublemakers?”

“Ask me about the time they showed up at one of our concerts demanding entrance backstage claiming I’d stolen all of their songs and lyrics. I don’t even write the lyrics for the band. Cash does. But they created a huge ruckus. The local news did a feature on howCash & the Sinnerswere a bunch of hacks stealing songs from four poor sisters.”

“You wouldn’t give them backstage passes?”

I groan. “My sisters and my mom can always get backstage. All of our security knows who they are. All they have to do is show up and they’re in.”

She giggles. “But they created a ruckus instead.”

“Told you. Troublemakers.”

My sisters can be the biggest troublemakers in the world if it makes Virginia giggle. She’s adorable when she laughs. Her nose scrunches up and she makes these little snorts. Adorable.

“What did your mom say?”

“She’s used to their antics by now. As long as they ring her every Sunday and show up for dinner once a month and on the holidays, she doesn’t bother.”

“Do you talk to your mom every Sunday?”

I narrow my eyes on her. “Are you saying I’m a mama’s boy?”

She shrugs. “If the pacifier fits.”

“Oh, and now I’m a baby?” She giggles again and lightness fills me. She’s innocent and pure and everything I want. “You’re lucky you’re holding Harry.”

She cocks her head to the side. “Why’s that?”

“Otherwise, I’d tickle you to punish you.”

“Maybe I’m not ticklish.” The blush on her cheeks tells a different story.

I can’t wait to prove her wrong but first I have a job to finish. I stand. “Shall I finish installing the camera on your balcony?”

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