The Rocker That Savors Me(20)

“I want to kiss you so fucking bad,” he muttered under his breath so that only I could hear him. Not that he needed to bother. Emmie and Nik were locked at the mouth now, and I doubted they even realized that we were still there.

My lips instantly tingled, as if anticipating his kiss.

“But I’ll be damned if I’m going to do it here.” He ran a hand over his smooth head. Reaching out, his hand captured mine and linked our fingers together. My skin felt like it was sizzling from that innocent contact with his skin.

I wanted him to kiss me! I was ready for him to devour me with that wicked looking mouth of his. My fingers curved around his, and I was taking a step closer when I heard Lana’s laugh as she came out of the house. She was followed by Drake, who was laughing just as hard as she was, with Lucy bringing up the rear.

I jumped back as if I were standing to close to a live wire, which I was sure I was. To me, Jesse was like an electrical current that was ready to zap me at any moment. One that would fry me if I stepped to close, something that I was about to do.

“I thought you were unpacking,” Lana called as she pulled a sucker from her mouth. The three of them all had candy in their mouths and grins on their faces. I hadn’t seen Lana smile like that since we were little.

“The pool was just too tempting,” I told her as I started climbing out.

“Look, Layla.” Lucy came rushing over to me with a bag full of toys. I saw an inflatable raft, swim rings, and several other pool toys. Drake had a bigger bag which I could only assume was the sandcastle tools that they had gone after in the first place. “Drake said that since I don’t know how to swim yet, that I have to wear these if I wanted to get in the pool. But he promised he would teach me!”

My heart clenched at how thoughtful Drake was. I shot him a thankful smile. “Thank you, Drake. That was sweet of you.”

He shrugged like it was no big deal. “Come on, Lucy. We have a few hours left of daylight. Let’s start on that castle.”

Leaving the bag with me she skipped away with him. Her little hand was swallowed in his huge paw as they walked toward the beach, hand in hand. Lana watched after them with a look of pure longing on her face. I didn’t know if it was because she wanted to play with them too…or something else. I would have to talk to her about it later.

When the two got to the beach, Drake glanced back, a frown on that face that was almost beautiful. “Lana, are you coming?”

The look of longing was quickly masked behind a grin. “Maybe in a little while. I want to change first.”

I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like disappointment crossed the rocker’s face. His smile wasn’t as big as it had been when they had gotten back. “Okay.”

Yes, I really needed to talk to Lana later!



Jesse

It took for fucking ever for my dick to calm down after nearly kissing Layla in the pool. A cold shower hadn’t helped. Masturbating hadn’t even taken the edge off. I wanted that little goddess to the point of pain, and I wasn’t used to denying myself when it came to things I wanted. Damn, I had become spoiled over the last ten years!

Sunday I tried to stay away from her. I told myself I was letting her get settled in, that I didn’t want to crowd her. In actuality I was scared shitless. I was sure that I cared about her, and that was terrifying. How could I have feelings for a woman that I just met? How was it that she was constantly on my mind while I was awake? Why was she haunting my dreams while I slept?

But by Monday I knew that I needed to do something about how I was feeling. Maybe I should try to get her out of my system. That had to be what was going on. She was something I wanted, and I had been denying myself for days now. If I fucked her out of my system, then this ache in my chest would go away, right?

Fuck I hoped that was all it was. Relationships scared the hell out of me. None of the ones I had ever seen in the past had worked out. My mom and dad’s relationship sure hadn’t worked out. I’d never even had one that lasted past a few days, and that had only been about fucking. Terrifyingly enough, I wanted more than that with Layla. I had enjoyed talking to her and getting to know her. I wanted to know what made her laugh—because God, that laugh did things to my dick! I wanted to know what made her cry because I never wanted to see tears in her big chocolate eyes.

“Jesse!”

I frowned when I heard Emmie calling for me. I had dropped down on the long part of the sectional when we had gotten home from the studio and must have fallen asleep. The last two nights I hadn’t gotten much sleep. Layla had invaded my mind. Fuck, my hand was developing calluses from all the jacking I had done over the last few days. When I did sleep, it was to wake up with another raging hard on that had to be taken care of or I’d suffer the bluest balls known to man.