The Rocker That Savors Me(45)

She was quiet for a full minute before she spoke again. “Okay. We can talk later. Love you.” Before I could tell her I loved her too, she hung up.

Muttering under my breath, I tossed the phone aside and started gathering the rest of my clothes. Layla was still out cold on the bed. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I moved as quietly as I could to the connecting bathroom and shut the door. I needed a shower. I smelled of sweat and sex. Not that those were terrible smells, but I didn’t want to go home with Layla’s juices all over me. I didn’t want the guys to know what she smelled like. It was a crazy thing to worry about, but true nonetheless.



Layla

The smell of strong brewed coffee woke me. I moaned, turning over onto my back. Slowly, I cracked open first one eye and then the other. Jesse, sexy as hell in only a pair of boxers stood over me with two mugs in hand. One brow was raised, and he was grinning down at me. My heart melted even more, and I heard the words that he had forced me to say last night echo in my mind.

“What time is it?” I muttered as I sat up, not caring that I was naked and the covers had slipped to my waist. I liked the way his eyes rapidly switched from a soft brown to onyx in a split second.

“Three.”

I muttered a curse and jumped out of bed. Three in the afternoon! I hadn’t even called Lana to let her know I wasn’t coming home. Fuck, talk about irresponsible. How was I to expect my seventeen year old sister to act responsibly if I wasn’t doing the same thing? I found my jeans and dug my phone out of the back hip pocket.

Sure enough I had six missed calls and my text box was overflowing.

“Calm down.” Jesse told me. “I already talked to Emmie. The girls are fine, just worried about you. Give Lana a text to tell her you will be home in a little while.”

I grimaced. “I haven’t been much of a good influence.”

“No one is perfect. And it’s not like you left them all alone. Lana is old enough to take care of Lucy for one night. And if they needed anything Em and the guys were right next door.” He offered me a mug of coffee, and I took it with a grateful smile.

“I know that. But…” I took a sip of the coffee and nearly choked on whatever was in the cup. It tasted like coffee—strong coffee—but it was so thick I thought I was eating it instead of drinking the stuff. “What is this?” I got out in a croaky voice.

“Jesse’s special cup of Joe,” he informed me with a sly grin. “It puts hair on the chest. The guys live by it… Em, not so much. Do you like it?”

Was it bad that I already felt twitchy from the caffeine? Oh, fuck I was going to be up for days on this stuff. “Does it have speed in it?”

Jesse sighed. “Okay, so maybe I use more coffee than water. But when you live on the road you learn to survive off this stuff.” He took a big swallow from his own mug. “Are you hungry? We can stop for a bite on the way home. Or pick up something.”

I gave him back the coffee. “Or I could cook when we get back.” I picked up my clothes spread around the room and headed for the bathroom. “Give me five minutes.” I needed a shower, but I would have to make do with a quick rinse under the spray.

“Layla…” At the door I stopped when I heard Jesse’s voice. Turning, I found him where I had left him. His entire body looked like it was made of stone as he stood there watching me, his erection sticking out from his body, his arms tense with desire. His obvious need for me made me melt all over again.

I swallowed hard, and with trembling fingers, I got out a quick text to Lana before my mind went blank. I think it said I wouldn’t be home until later, but I couldn’t be sure, because as soon as I hit send I tossed it and my clothes back on the floor and ran across the room. He had already gotten rid of the coffee mugs because his arms caught me against him and lifted me in the air.

“I need to be inside of you so fucking bad, baby.” He breathed against my lips as he slowly lowered me. My body pressed against every inch of his as he carefully sat me on my feet. “Are you on the pill?”

“No.” I told him, not worried about birth control as I licked my way across his chest from one nipple to the other.

“Fuck!” he roared and tossed me on the bed. “I only had one condom.”

My body was already screaming for him. Trying to clear the desire fog from my brain, I started doing math in my head. Swallowing hard, I nodded. “I have never had sex without a condom before,” I told him honestly.

“Me either.” He ran his hands over his head in a way that told me he was frustrated. “And I’m clean, Layla. Em makes us all get tested every six months or so. I just had a complete checkup three months ago…”