Page 38 of Pretty Little Rocker

He wasn’t Hayat’s brother or the guy I’d seen fighting in the video that I’d found the night before. What I could see of his eyes, they were an unusual sand color. He was roughly my height, lanky, with dark baby stubble on his chin. With a fist, he rubbed at one eye.

“The fuck are you?” he garbled, sleep still thickening his voice.

“Bentley, why are you walking around the house in your underwear? Eww. No one wants to see your morning wood poking out. Gross!”

Hearing Hayat’s voice calmed my pounding heart somewhat, but it did nothing to settle any of the chaotic emotions swirling around inside me.

Bentley turned toward the sound of her voice, his eyes blinking a few times as they refocused. “Some jackass wouldn’t stop leaning on the doorbell. It was better that I checked it out like this than risk Sixx being the one to answer the door. Would have wasted too much time if I stopped to put on pants.”

She appeared behind the guy, slapping him on the back of the head. When she saw me, her face paled, but her eyes filled with tears. Both reactions only spiked my emotions higher. “Jamie,” she whispered.

“Who?” Bentley grumbled, still sounding half asleep, rubbing at the spot where she’d just smacked him.

She shoved him out of the way. “Go back to bed. Do not wake up Sixx or Evan. And for the love of God, do not come out of the spare room again without pants on. Jesus Christ. What if one of my grandfathers had driven by just now? Do you know how dead you would be?”

“Damn it, Hayat! Why are you always pushing me around?” He stumbled aside but kept clomping deeper into the house.

Hayat stood there, unmoving, not even seeming to breathe. I had the opposite reaction, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as I struggled to calm the fuck down. Flexing my fingers at my sides, I tilted my head to the side, wondering if I looked as manic as I felt. I wanted to touch her, but I knew if I made the first move, there would be no containing the storm raging inside me any longer.

A few tears spilled over her bottom lashes. With a strangled sob, she threw herself against me. Her honeysuckle scent filled my nose, the heat of her body pressed against mine, and then she was wrapping herself around me. Some of the riot of noises in my head that had started as soon as I’d seen her on the video began to quiet.

“Don’t be mad,” she begged. “Please, I can’t stand it. I’m sorry. So sorry. Last night—”

Unable to take it another second, I wrapped her hair around my wrist, pulling her head back, and slammed my mouth down on hers. With a whimper, she kissed me back, her hands fisting my wrinkled, untucked button-down that I’d been wearing all night.

She tasted like sin and heaven. All the things that were right and wrong and everything in between flavored her lips and teasing tongue. Backing her into the house, I kicked the door shut, thankful I was already cupping her head as I pushed her up against the wall.

No, she didn’t get to do this shit. She wasn’t going to go silent after scaring the fuck out of all of us and then beg me so prettily not to be mad. There were consequences for making me go through the hell I’d been living. Imagining she was in the crosshairs of Miguel or Sancho Guerrero had kept us all sweating. Ky and I had gone with Sparks to talk to his brother. But after Vitucci—or whoever the fuck he was—had given us assurance that Hayat wouldn’t be at risk, I’d come straight for her.

Ky and Sparks had wanted to come with me, but Sparks had to sit in on the meeting with his brother. Miguel refused to call their dad unless Sparks was in the room. Ky and I wouldn’t leave our friend there alone, even if Vitucci had been present as well.

We knew Sparks could handle himself. His dark past wasn’t something he talked about, but it haunted him at times. It wasn’t his physical self that Ky and I worried about while he was around Miguel. His heart was only starting to soften, his mind finally clearing of the bloodstains he’d been helpless in creating for the sake of his family.

Ky was the more level-headed of the two of us, which had been the deciding factor in who stayed with Sparks and who went to check on our girl.

Breathing hard, Hayat broke the kiss, her eyes glassy as she met my gaze. “Jamie.”

“Don’t,” I snarled, releasing my hold on her hair to take her wrist in one hand. I didn’t know where I was going, but when I spotted the partially open door of the downstairs guest bathroom, I guided her inside and locked the door behind us.

Confusion and need were in those aquamarine eyes as she watched me cautiously. Leaning back against the closed door, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Sweats and panties off. Now.”

Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she took a step back from me, shaking her head.

“Off,” I repeated, struggling to keep my voice low and not shake with all the emotions trying to take control. “You can either do it yourself, or I’ll take them off for you. But you might not appreciate the way I do it, Hellion.”

Taking another step back, she finally reached for the drawstring of her sweats. Untying them, she slowly began to push them and her panties down her thighs. My cock thickened, straining against the zipper of my jeans. Groaning, I undid the button, giving the huge fucker a little room.

Hayat kicked off her clothes, leaving her standing there in a hoodie and sports bra. How could something so simple look so damn hot? Tucking a few ringlets behind her ear, she stood before me, one hand covering her bare pussy.

“Come here.” She didn’t hesitate to come to me, her hips swaying as she walked across the bathroom.

When she reached me, I turned her around. Our eyes locked in the mirror. Goddamn, she was too beautiful for this world. Those kiss-swollen lips, her dimples that teased me even when she wasn’t smiling. All that hair I could get tangled in, but I never wanted to be free of. Taking her hands, I guided them to the sink.

“Hold on. Don’t let go,” I instructed, pressing a kiss against her ear.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” she whispered, her breathing becoming choppy.

I nipped at her earlobe. “You know what I’m going to do, Hellion. And you’re going to take it. Aren’t you, baby?”

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