Page 42 of Pretty Little Rocker

Lowering his head, he gently brushed his lips over mine. I leaned into him, kissing him back, but it only lasted a few moments before he pulled back, concern darkening his brown eyes. “Are you okay, goddess? Did anyone hurt you?”

“I’m fine. My friend Abi took an elbow to the face, and then there was Sixx. But his injuries were only from nearly beating some perv to death.” I stroked the backs of my fingers over the angry bruise on his jaw. “This needs ice. And I should put some ointment and bandages on this hand.”

“No, babe. I’m fine. Honest. This isn’t my first time scuffling with my brother.” Tenderly, he pulled me against his chest. When he kissed my forehead, I heard his deep inhale, and most of the tension released from his body. “I’m so damn glad you’re okay.”

His gentleness after the extreme reactions of both Jamie and Ky left me trembling. Of the three of them, Sparks should have been the one most upset with me. It was my fault he had been thrown back into a life he must have struggled to get out of and put behind him. Jamie had hinted that Sparks—once upon a time Ignado Guerrero—had helped lead the PCC. I couldn’t picture the man I knew being a part of a cartel. He might look all grumpy and tough on the outside, but he’d given me his soft, loving side repeatedly.

Shaking away the thoughts, I leaned against Sparks. He ran his fingers from my cheek down my throat, my sides, then around to my front. Teasing my belly button, he slipped his fingertips into the top of my sweats. “We have a surprise for you. It was Jamie’s idea, but we’ve all been working on it this week. That was why we were running late last night, putting the finishing touches on everything.”

“A surprise?” I repeated eagerly, allowing excitement to push away the hurt Ky had inflicted, the fear that still lingered, and all my doubts about where our relationship might be going. “Can I see?”

Jamie laughed and took one of my hands, pulling me away from Sparks, which caused the other guy to grumble unhappily. “Come on, Hellion.”

They both linked their fingers through mine as we walked toward a closed bedroom door. Unable to help myself, I glanced over my shoulder to see if Ky was following. When I saw him a few steps behind, a little of my uncertainty about the two of us eased.

His stormy gray eyes softened on me when he caught me looking his way. Remorse filled his gaze. I hoped he was regretting his initial reaction when I’d arrived. He needed to suffer. To feel guilty. He wasn’t going to walk all over me or verbally threaten me. I was not some fragile little flower who was going to sit back and wait for permission to speak—or to go out with my friends—from the big, strong man.

Fuck that, and fuck him.

If we were going to make this work between the four of us, we all had to trust one another. But he and I were walking a very fine line at the moment.

Their penthouse took up the entire top floor of Carver Towers. The sliding blinds that hid the pool directly above the living area were in place, blocking out the glow of the pool lights that had felt so seductive the first time I’d visited the apartment. The penthouse was over three-thousand square feet, and the kitchen and living room had an open floor plan, but all the bedrooms were spread out. Jamie’s and Sparks’s were on the other side of the apartment from the one he and Sparks guided me toward.

Jamie opened the door, and Sparks covered my eyes, the two of them making me giggle at how they were acting. Feeling the heat of Sparks’s body at my back, I slowly walked toward Jamie’s voice. “Just a few more steps forward,” he said seriously. “Wait…right…there. Perfect. Ready?”

“Yes!” I laughed. “Show me.”

Sparks kissed my neck just below my ear before dropping his hands. “Welcome home, goddess.”

Blinking open my eyes, I rapidly glanced around, unsure where to look first. The gigantic bed in the center of the room was hard not to focus on. It was as if they had welded two king-sized beds together, but even with how large it was, there was plenty of room for everything else. Like the entertainment center against the far wall that was stocked with game systems for the seventy-five-inch flat-screen mounted to the wall.

A custom-made comforter was already on the bed, a blend of Autumn’s Slumber’s signature colors with skulls that had drumsticks for their crossbones. Eight pillows in matching cases were across the head of the bed, along with an array of fuzzy and decorative pillows. A soft, fluffy beanbag chair was near the entertainment center, along with shaggy rugs that decorated the floor. There were pictures on the walls, all of them photos of both my grandfathers playing onstage, some with their bands, but most of them on their own. Each of them brought a smile to my face, my heart squeezing in a way it never had before.

“You needed your own space here, Hellion. Somewhere that is just for you,” Jamie explained. “I thought the photos of Devlin Cutter and Jesse Thornton would make it feel more like home.”

“It’s beautiful,” I murmured, fighting a fresh wave of emotion. “And I love the pictures.”

“This is your room, goddess. One we hope you’ll use more often than not.” Sparks crossed to the bed and sat before flopping back on the mattress and stretching out his long limbs. With a wicked grin, he turned onto his side, propping his head up on one hand. “But we also hope you’ll be up for sharing the bed.”

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, fingers rubbing low across my belly while Ky pressed his hardness into me. Goose bumps popped up along my entire body, and I half melted into him. But I couldn’t seem to help hiding a part of my emotions deep inside myself. Unsure of him, but too weak to deny how much I wanted him.

Until he’d said those horrible things to me, I had been sure I was falling for him. And the reality of it was, I probably still was. But that didn’t mean I wanted to. Jamie and Sparks had shown me how good we could be together. All Ky had done was prove that I’d been smart to keep as far away as possible from any relationship.

“Maybe we should christen the bed,” Ky murmured, nuzzling my hair aside so he could kiss my shoulder. Clit throbbing, I squirmed against him, hating my instant reaction to him. But just because I was hesitant to have an emotional relationship with this man didn’t mean I had to give up a physical one. I could have sex with him and keep my heart out of the equation. “Make sure we all fit comfortably.”

“I second that,” Jamie said, walking toward me with a smirk on his handsome face. I loved that smirk just as much as that dominating side of him. When he spanked me earlier, I’d been overwhelmed by the intense burn of his large hands landing slaps on my ass cheeks. But damn if it hadn’t gotten me wet. With each spank, my inner walls had quivered, convulsed, gripped at nothing in desperation to be filled by his huge cock. “That is, if Hayat is up for it. How are you doing, Hellion?”

I returned his grin. “I won’t be sitting comfortably for a few days, but I’m not going to deny that it was a warranted punishment. I don’t break easily, Jamie.”

“You spanked her?” Ky demanded, rubbing a hand over one of my stinging cheeks.

“Told you I would,” he said with a shrug, already reaching for the hem of my hoodie. “Come here, baby. Let me unwrap you. Show Sparks and Ky the glow of that pretty pink ass I gave you.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hayat

Jamie was wrapped around the front of my body, his arm pillowing my head, while his own was cushioned against my naked chest. His even breaths blew against my hard nipple. After the night we’d spent together, we were all exhausted. Jamie was sleeping so deeply, not even the rough way Sparks was fucking me from behind could stir him.

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