Page 27 of Pretty Little Rocker

As if he knew all the thoughts going through my mind—the confusion, the aching need, and how I was already thinking of things to do to get him to spank me again—Jamie smirked at me. His hand went around my throat, squeezing once before tipping my chin up for his slow kiss.

When he lifted his head, the commanding dominant Jamie was gone, and my sweet boy was back. “I’m going to run you a bath. By the time you’re done, Sparks should be back with food.”

“O-okay.” I swallowed a knot of emotion that suddenly filled my throat as I watched him crawl over me and Ky. With a lingering look at me, he smiled and walked toward the bedrooms.

Ky didn’t give me time to process what I was feeling. Rolling me onto my back, he settled the lower half of his body between my legs and pillowed his head on my chest. It surprised me a little that I was still dressed. I wasn’t opposed to them stripping me while I was asleep. When it came to my three rockers, I didn’t think I would object to them doing anything they wanted to me while I was asleep.

Realizing how much I trusted them, I stroked my fingers through Ky’s hair. A shuddery breath left him, and I heard him swallow hard. Understanding that his emotions were running high only heightened my own. “I’m sorry.”

He jerked his head up at my apology. “You have nothing to be sorry for, baby.”

“Yes, I do. The way I reacted when I realized you are…well, you.” Tears welled my eyes as it hit me what I’d done. “I hurt you.”

“Hayat, I shouldn’t have just sprung it on you like that. Especially after how amazing we were together.” He wrapped one of my ringlets around his finger. “Things moved fast that night. Emotions were high, and we all made mistakes.”

My heart skipped a beat at hearing him say “mistake,” but he rushed to correct me as my mind raced, wondering if he thought that we were a mistake. That I was going to lose him—and Sparks and Jamie. “I’m not saying that we’re a mistake, baby. Fuck no. This, us, is the best thing to happen to me since my mom died. I just mean that we could have handled certain things differently.”

“All of this is new to me. Not just the multiple…” I rolled my eyes at myself, causing him to grin. “I’m not a shy person, Ky. But for some reason, I get flustered talking about this situation of ours.”

“Maybe because my little hellion was a virgin.” I shrugged, causing his grin to turn into a smugness that should have made me want to slap it off his face, but I found myself grinning back. “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll unfluster you real quick once you’re feeling better.”

We both liked that thought way too much. His cock flexed against my core, which was already weeping, my inner walls clenching in search of what they knew would give them the stretch that would make the aching so much better.

Jamie appeared on the other side of the sectional and nudged Ky. Kissing me hard, Ky sat up with a groan, and Jamie bent to scoop me up. His ability to lift me so effortlessly only turned me on that much more. My height intimidated most guys, and I’d always thought that I’d never be carried around like girls who were so much smaller than me.

Resting my head on his shoulder, I closed my eyes, enjoying the affectionate way he held me as he walked through his bedroom to his connecting bathroom. Steam was already filling the air, along with the familiar scent of honeysuckle. When he lowered me into a tub still filling with hot, sweet-scented water, I moaned my appreciation.

“Need you to sit forward for me for a sec, Hellion.” Opening my eyes, I found him kicking off his pants and boxer briefs. Eagerly, I sat forward and waited for him to climb in behind me before snuggling back against him.

He began to rub and squeeze the muscles in my neck and shoulders. Moaning, I went limp against him. Fuck, a girl could get used to this kind of treatment.

After massaging me for several minutes, he picked up a cloth and began to wash me. As he cleansed me, he kissed up and down my neck. I couldn’t help squirming against him. His groans as my body brushed over his hard cock gave me a sensation of power. I loved that I could do that to him, that just holding me made him want more of me.

Most of my hair was floating on top of the bubbles around us, but I didn’t even care. I’d already spotted a bottle of my shampoo and conditioner in his huge glassed-in shower. Emotion choked me. Jesus Christ, these guys were turning me into such a crybaby pussy.

I didn’t know how long we stayed in the bath, Jamie taking care of my every need. Except for one.

“Not until your soreness is gone,” he murmured against the shell of my ear. “Until then, let us care for you, baby.”

“Fine. I guess it’s okay. I mean, having three hot rockers at my beck and call is such an inconvenience, but whatever. A girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do to get laid.”

He tickled my sides, making me squeal and try to get away, sloshing water over the sides of the tub. “I think you enjoyed that spanking a little too much earlier, Hellion. You’re going to be trying to make my hand all twitchy from now on, aren’t you?”

“That was a spanking?” I huffed. “I barely felt a thing.”

His cock jerked against the seam of my ass. “Don’t even start, or I’ll disappoint Sparks and take this tight ass right here.”

“I’ll fucking slit your throat,” Sparks called out, walking into the bathroom. Dressed in jeans and a plain black T-shirt, he glared at his friend over my head. “I’m getting her ass first. But we need to take it easy on her. Work her up from baby plugs before she gets a cock in the ass.”

My face heated, but so did the rest of my body. Biting my lip, I let my gaze drift over Sparks as he and Jamie argued over which size plug to start me off with and when. I must have won the karma lottery finding these men. I wanted to say screw it, forget about the discomfort between my legs and beg them to fuck me until we were all brain-dead.

Ky walked into the bathroom, dressed in only a pair of sweats. Brows pulled together, he held out my phone. “Your phone keeps going off, babe. Your mom has called nonstop for the last ten minutes.”

Unease twisting in my stomach, I took the phone from him and swiped my wet fingers over the screen. “Mom?”

“Hayat, when was the last time you talked to Abi?” Every muscle in my body tensed. Not just from the worry in Mom’s voice, but from the question.

“I…” Trying to think, I pushed my damp hair back from my face. “Friday? We didn’t talk long. Why? What’s going on? Is she okay?”

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