Page 16 of Pretty Little Rocker

Not knowing how to respond to that, and needing to distract myself before I gave in and kissed him, I took another bite of my pizza.

Guys were complicated, and not just in the usual ways portrayed on sitcoms and in movies. They had all these emotions, worse than girls if you asked me, because they had to be all macho and not express themselves. They couldn’t let the world know they felt anything other than being horny and angry. It was hard as fuck to dig through their jumbled-up mess of feelings to figure out what they meant. But Jamie’s seemed so simple.

In all the best ways.

If I were Charlotte to his George, I don’t think I would have gone over that wall either. Damn hot, sweet rocker. Tipping my bottle of hard cider to my lips, I sucked down half the contents, avoiding Sparks when he smirked at me knowingly.

Fucking asshole.

That smirk should have been outlawed. Because it made me want to slap the smugness off his face and then lick away the sting my handprint left behind.

Jesus Christ.

My thoughts were getting a little out of hand. Ky needed to get his ass back out there so I could calm the fuck down and not be as tempted to crawl up onto the couch between Sparks’s legs and tear off his shirt so I could see if he had any ink beneath.

Or push the table out of the way and just kiss Jamie until he wasn’t thinking about the heartbreak of Charlotte and George’s relationship. Until there was just him and me. And how good it would feel if I pushed his sleep pants down and stroked the massive cock I could see was already tenting his pajamas.

Maybe taking on the drummer spot with these three sexy guys wasn’t a good idea after all. I kind of liked them all, for different reasons. I wanted to know what it felt like to bite Sparks’s bottom lip and taste his blood. Maybe I wanted to nick him with my teeth in other places too, deep enough to leave an itty-bitty mark that no one could see under his body paint. But we would both know it was there, and that I was the one who had marked him. Part of me wanted him to mark me back, to bite and bruise me. Own me. Then cuddle me.

I wanted Jamie to lay his head in my lap and comb my fingers through his blond hair while he told me everything that made him happy. Then I wanted him to give me a list of every person who ever hurt his heart so I could shove a drumstick so far up their assholes it had to be surgically removed.

And Ky…

I wanted Ky to watch me with both his friends. I wanted him to tell me what to do—instruct them how to hold me or kiss me or fuck me. And then…

I wanted Sparks and Jamie to hold me spread open so Ky could fuck me so hard I couldn’t walk for days. Jamie would be gentle, but Sparks would be so rough, he’d leave marks on my skin that would burn and ache for hours afterward.

Squirming, I attempted to keep my focus on the TV screen instead of the chemistry streaming off both guys. My braids felt too tight, causing my head to ache. That was what I was going to blame all this overstimulation on.

Placing my pizza on a paper plate, I wiped my fingers and started to undo one of my braids. I could sense Sparks moving without looking his way, but I had no way of hiding the shiver that traveled up my spine as he moved so he was sitting right behind me on the sectional. Brushing my fingers away, he undid the bands holding the ends of my braids in place then carefully unwound the long, thick locks. His gentleness gave me pause, because in my mind, he was the rough one.

Once one braid was completely free, he quickly undid the other before he began to massage my neck and scalp. With a moan I couldn’t have contained if my life depended on it, I let my head fall back, my cheek resting on his thigh as he continued to unlock the tension in my muscles. I loved my hair, but damn if the heaviness of it didn’t feel like I was carrying an extra person on my head at times.

He pressed his thumb a little harder into a particular knot in my neck, and I couldn’t bite back the relieved whimper. His touch was firm yet tender, almost like a lover’s caress. It sent a light hum throughout my entire body, starting at the roots of my hair and extending all the way to my toes. I wanted his touch everywhere, with that same pressure, with those same callused fingers.

Wanting his hands on me felt right, even though I knew I should have felt dirty. Especially when I wanted Jamie touching me too. If I was honest with myself, I wanted Ky there as well. His mouth… Ah fuck, I’d stared at his mouth too many times in all of the band’s videos not to crave a taste of his lips. To tangle my tongue with his.

My cheek was pressed right into Sparks’s thigh. His athletic shorts had ridden up his leg, and I felt the sticky, damp tip of his cock on my skin. Just from the feel of it on my cheek, I could tell his dick was above average, and not just in length. His girth was nearly enough to create a travel pillow for my neck. If travel pillows were as hard as a stone and covered in warm velvet.

Without thinking, I turned my head and licked away the salty smear, the temptation too much to ignore. I didn’t know this guy, and I shouldn’t be licking up the come smeared on his leg like leftover sugar from some Pixy Stix. And I absolutely should not have been doing it with his friend sitting only feet away, watching us.

But fuck me, if having Jamie’s eyes on us didn’t make me cream.

Sparks pressed his fingers more firmly, a little demanding, as if commanding the knots in my muscles to release. Yet tender the entire time. It was Jamie’s growl that caused goose bumps and shivers to pop up along my entire body as my core became drenched.

If this was how hanging out with these guys was going to go, I needed to rethink my wardrobe. Skirts and dresses weren’t my thing. Those were clothes Maddie liked and Abi wore on occasion. But I was beginning to see the plus side of wearing flowy skirts. Right then, I could have spread my legs and shown Jamie how wet my panties were.

Maybe he’d decide he’d had enough pizza and feast on me instead.

“Hellion,” Sparks growled beside my ear as his fingers worked their magic on my aching muscles, his fingers combing through my hair every now and then. A few times, he brought strands to his nose, inhaling deeply with a choked groan. “You keep licking up my precome like that, and I’m going to have to show Jamie how far I can get my cock down that pretty throat of yours.”

Shifting my head so I could see his eyes, I licked my lips, scraping my teeth over the bottom one to make sure I got every last trace of him.

“Fuck,” Jamie snarled, his fist coming down hard on the table, causing it to rattle. “This was either the best decision we’ve ever made or the worst.” He wrapped his hand around my ankle, not soft and sweet like I expected, but hard and rough.

My cream flowed faster, making a mess of my panties at how wrong I’d gotten Sparks’s and Jamie’s personalities. My sweet golden retriever was the demanding one, while my asshole jerk was the soft, gentle one who wanted to take care of my aches and pains.

“Ky better get his fucking ass out here in the next two minutes, or I’m going to bury myself balls deep inside her sweet cunt without him here to watch.” Jamie tugged again, and I went willingly until I was in his lap, my legs on either side of his, his hardness rubbing right up against my throbbing clit.

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