Page 49 of Rock Chick Bonus Tracks

“Babe?”

She looked to him.

“Kiss me.”

Hungry joined the heat in her gaze.

And then she kissed him.

Luke woke when the nagging pain he felt in his gut meant it was time to turn, and Ava didn’t turn them.

Which meant he woke to an empty bed.

He didn’t have to search for her. He knew where she was.

So he threw back the covers, padded through the loft and went to her.

He settled on the floor behind her and surrounded her with his bent legs, pulling her—curled thighs to tits, his tee stretched over her knees—into his chest.

“I should have landed a fist in his face,” he growled into her ear.

She turned her head to face him. “Why?”

“You can’t sleep.”

“I can’t sleep because I’m happy.”

Luke’s head jerked.

Ava kept talking.

“You were the first boy I loved. You’re the only man I’ve loved. I have no idea what Dad showing would have done to me a couple of months ago, when you weren’t in my life. And okay, I didn’t handle it with smooth decorum when you told me. But…whatever. In the end, I know the blow was softer because you delivered it, and you were there to hold me while I dealt. I also know you’ll support whatever I decide whenever I make the decision.” She twisted in his arms and used her hands to cup his jaw. “I’m not sleeping, Luke, because I kinda don’t care about Dad coming back. I’ve got everything I need because I’ve got you. And after feeling his abandonment for half my life like a hole that’s never filled, and now it’s just gone, that’s a lot for a girl to deal with, and it isn’t conducive to sleep.”

Luke was dealing with a lot too.

And he had one particular way he worked that kind of feeling out when it was about Ava.

So she was on her back and he was on top of her in half a second.

“I want you to fuck me, honey, but I’m not sure about doing the business on hardwood,” she whispered.

So he was up, she was tossed over his shoulder, and he stalked to the bed.

He threw her down on it, caught her ankles, flipped her to her belly, then jacked her toward him and up to her knees at the edge of the bed.

“Luke,” she breathed.

He yanked her panties to her thighs.

“Luke!”

He slid his fingers through her wet.

Soaked. Always. For him.

He shoved his shorts over his ass and drilled in.

Her head flew back.

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