“Or ten.” I ran a hand over my face and head.
She grinned. “Come on. I’ll fix you something.”
Before she could enter the kitchen, I grabbed her waist and pushed her up against the wall without turning her around. I held onto her tight, needing her against me but too much of a coward to turn her around so that she wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes. “Thank you, Layla,” I whispered against her ear and felt her shiver. “Thank you for helping Emmie.”
Chapter 9
Layla
If I thought the kiss from that morning was hot, it was nothing compared to how having Jesse pressing me against the wall just outside the kitchen felt with his chest against my back, his dick snug against my ass. My breasts pressed against the wall while my nipple rings tugged with every breath I took in.
His fingers skimmed down my bare arms causing goose flesh to pop up with every stroke of those big thick fingers. “Thank you, Layla.” He breathed against my ear and I couldn’t help but shiver. “Thank you for helping Emmie.”
The sincerity in his voice and the gratitude, spoke more to me than anything else. I had seen the way he was with Emmie, the way they all were. It hadn’t really hit me how much that girl was loved until right now. It made my heart ache with an emotion I had never felt before in my life. That this big rocker, a man that I had seen rocking hard on television and in the tabloids, could feel so deeply for another human being was amazing to me.
My experiences with rockers had never shown me that that type of person could feel such emotions…
Hot, slightly damp lips grazed my exposed neck. “Really, Layla. Thank you.” He stepped back and quietly walked away.
I stood there for a long while, trying to get my body to stop trembling. Good God, that man made me ache without even trying! My whole body was one massive throb, and my heart was trying to break through my chest it was beating so hard.
On shaking legs, I made it to the downstairs bathroom and splashed cool water on my face and ran my wrists under the stream of slightly chilled water. I didn’t look at myself in the mirror, to frightened of what I might find in my eyes, too much of a coward to let myself admit that I had feelings for the rocker that went beyond lust.
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The rest of the week passed quickly enough. I worked hard, made sure that the house was spotless, and then made sure I was out of the main house before the guys returned from the studio each evening.
Lana disappeared every night after dinner, sometimes taking her homework with her, and didn’t return until it was bed time. Sometimes I heard their laughter just outside. Other times I would look out the window and see the two walking side by side on the beach. I didn’t ask questions, although I knew the smart thing to do was demand to know what she was doing, but like I had told her, I trusted my sister to make the right decisions with Drake.
Friday arrived all too soon for me. I watched Lana as she went through her entire wardrobe and finally settled on something to wear. A simple black skirt with a white camisole and short sleeved black sweater that only had two buttons to keep it closed. She looked beautiful as always, but when she got into my makeup, I found a much older version of my baby sister looking back at me. I hated it, but I kept my mouth shut as I watched Drake whisk her away for their dinner at some Greek restaurant that Lana was supposed to love.
I tried not to watch the clock the whole evening. I hadn’t given Lana a curfew, but I hoped she would be responsible enough to know when it was time to call it a night. Lucy attempted to keep me distracted. We played a few of her board games, and I let her cheat the majority of the time. We colored until she was sleepy, and then I tucked her into bed with just one story instead of her normal three.
I was just turning away when her eyes suddenly opened and she clutched my hand. “Do you think Lana likes Drake?”
Her question surprised me. “I don’t know, Lucy. Why do you ask?”
She sighed. “Because I like him. I want her to like him too. Drake is really awesome.”
I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Lucy didn’t give such high praise to just anyone, and ‘awesome’ was as good as it got in her book. “He is kind of cool,” I agreed. “I think that Lana and Drake are going to be great friends.”
“Do you think that he will marry her?” She sounded excited about the prospect.
My stomach clenched in fear. “I don’t think that is going to happen, honey. Lana needs to go to college. She needs to find herself before she can handle something like that…” I broke off, not wanting to discuss something so heavy with my six year old sister. “Go to sleep now, Lucy. You can ask Lana all about her night in the morning.” I placed a kiss on her forehead and made my escape.