Page 26 of Pretty Little Rocker

Hearing the TV on low, we figured Sparks was watching one of the crime documentaries he liked so much. Probably making sure he didn’t see any of his family members on there. Eventually, he would. He couldn’t avoid it forever. Being a cartel prince, or whatever the fuck you wanted to call the son of the head of the biggest cartel on the Pacific Coast, he was bound to see a distant cousin on one of the crime shows at some point.

We walked into the living room. As expected, the TV was on, some true crime show playing but only as background noise. All the lights were off, casting a soft glow over Sparks as he was laid out on the long end of the sectional…

And Hayat was curled up with her back to his front, her head pillowed on his arm. Her mouth was slightly open, soft sighs leaving her as she slept peacefully. Ky and I stopped dead in our tracks, neither of us sure we were still in the land of reality or if we’d stepped into our own fantasies.

Sparks jerked awake, lifting his head to glance around for any danger. Seeing us standing nearby, he relaxed, then grinned. “You fuckers missed out. If you’d stayed home, you could have gotten some extra cuddle time in.”

I dropped my phone. If I bitched him out for not letting us know Hayat had come over, I risked waking her up, and that was unacceptable. Careful, so as not to jostle her, I slid onto the plush cushion and lay down in front of Hayat. Thank fuck we’d gotten the extra-wide option when we’d furnished the apartment.

Once I was settled, I draped one arm over her back, skimming my hand over her hips and pulling her closer. With a happy sigh, she snuggled against me, burying her face in my shirt. Sparks yawned and dropped his head back down on the pillow, already falling back to sleep.

Ky stood over us, a pout on his face. “You get two hours, and then it’s my turn,” he groused before stomping off toward his room.

I pressed my face into her jungle of wild curls, letting them wrap around me just like her arm did when she shifted to get more comfortable between Sparks and me. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, but the combination of the alcohol I’d consumed and the contentment of holding her was too much.

Eyes closing, I let sleep take hold of me, knowing the world was right for the first time in my fucked-up life.

Chapter Fifteen

Hayat

Tight arms and scruffy faces rubbing over my skin pulled me from a deep sleep. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open and found myself looking into a pair of stormy gray eyes. Before my brain could play catch-up, I smiled and pulled Ky in for a kiss.

His tongue brushed against mine, playfully, enticing, but also insistent. I pressed into him, only to feel a rumble at my back. Breaking the kiss, I turned my head to meet Jamie’s lips. As dreams went, this was a damn good one.

I’d fallen asleep on Sparks not long after we’d settled on the sectional. I didn’t pay attention to what he chose to watch. All I’d wanted was to lie there and be held by him. Because I knew if we’d stayed in his room for too long, I would have started asking him for things I wasn’t sure I was ready for yet. Both mentally and physically.

My body was sore in places that not even the stretching from gymnastics had caused. But that wasn’t a bad thing. It kept reminding me of how I’d gotten those aches. And I wasn’t unhappy about that. But I was still trying to wrap my head around having a relationship—or was it a situationship? Whatever this thing with the four of us was called, I needed a little more time to sort it out in my head.

I wanted to be with the three of them. But I needed time to figure out how to face Maddie.

For all of two seconds, I thought of how strange it was that I was more hesitant to tell my friend about being with her ex’s brother than I was to tell my family that I was in a situation with three guys. But that was the thing about my family. They loved hard and unconditionally. Something they had proven to me over and over. We didn’t judge one another for who we loved or how we loved.

Grasping my chin, Ky broke my kiss with Jamie. Another unhappy rumble vibrated against my back, almost making me smile. That was when I felt the steel rod pressing against the seam of my ass through my sweats. Which then made me very, very aware of the one trying to impale me from the front.

And I realized I wasn’t dreaming. Sparks was gone. Jamie and Ky had taken his place with me on the long end of the sectional.

“You came back,” Jamie murmured, awe and something else in his tone that made me think of a happy puppy wagging his tail, as he kissed the back of my head. I felt his chest expand with a contented inhale.

“I missed you,” I told him, but I was looking into Ky’s eyes as I said it, wanting him to know I meant I missed him too.

“Fucking missed you, baby,” Ky choked out, stealing another kiss.

For a few minutes, I got lost in the taste of him, the feel of two of my men touching me, making me feel good. But then Jamie’s hand slipped beneath my sweats and panties. He was gentle as he thrust two fingers into me, but that didn’t stop my tiny whimper of discomfort that squeaked out.

“Thought so,” he said softly, kissing my neck. “Have you been soaking in a bath to help heal?”

“No,” I whispered, feeling like he was chastising me for some reason.

“That’s why you’re going to let us take care of you from now on, Hellion.” Something in his voice changed, the only warning I got before he suddenly pulled my pants and underwear down and slapped his hand against my ass.

“Ouch!” I cried out, shooting him a glare over my shoulder. “What… You can’t… Why did you…?”

His cocked brow caused me to swallow hard. Jamie wasn’t happy with me. I didn’t like that. But he’d spanked me. It stung. My ass cheek was on fire from the two hard taps he’d given me. I felt like I was in trouble. A child who had done something naughty to displease him.

And I was wetter than I’d ever been. My clit throbbed, a horny bitch who was demanding attention.

Huh.

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