Sultry (Bad Boy Rockers 3)

“Why are you so quiet?”

“Thinking.”

She laughs. “Well, scoot over here and wrap me in your arms. I need you close.”

Well hell.

The things this girl does to my heart is crazy.

Rubbing my chest, I turn on my side and carefully bring her into me. She snuggles back against my chest as I spoon around her.

The bruises she collected during her tumble are still there although not as vivid as they were and she’s certainly moving a lot easier than she was. Her ankle and arm still cause her pain, which is why I have a stock of Tylenol because she refuses the prescribed painkillers. When I have her in my arms like she is now, I never want to move. There is nothing more satisfying than having the girl I love close to my heart.

“Donovan, you’re thinking so loud that I can hear you.”

Smiling, I kiss her on the back of her neck. “I was thinking how lucky I am to have you—how much I love you—how much I love having you living with me and how much I love you...as well as what Reece wanted to know. We need to talk about it because I’m not sure I want you away from me. Before we were living together, I hated you leaving, and now I want to be selfish and hold you close.” I bury my face into the back of her neck and breathe her scent in to my lungs.

“I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but if you think you’re going to be able to get rid of me now I’m here, you can think again. I’m here to stay.”

I can hear the smile in her voice.

“That’s settled then. You’re living with me from now on.”

Mara wiggles and lying on her back, she kicks the blanket off with her good leg as I move and lean over her, so desperate to take her mouth with mine. But I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop and end up hurting her. Even now just having her eyes on me, my dick is hard as fuck and tenting my sweats. I knew there was a reason why I needed to wear shorts beneath. There’s no way she won’t feel what she’s doing to me, and catching her wandering hand in mine, I catch the laughter on her face.

Using my other hand, I shove the waistband of my sweats over the tip of my cock to keep it against my stomach instead of prodding against her.

Mara gasps then moans. “Please let me touch you.”

I have a happy dick hearing those words, but no way in hell.

“Keep your hands to yourself babe. The next time you touch me will be after I’ve shown you what it’s like to be loved.” I place a quick kiss to her lips before rolling onto my back.

“I’m really frustrated,” she grumbles.

“You’re not the only one.” I close my eyes to try and catch my breath.

“What will it feel like when you slide inside me?”

Is she trying to kill me?

“Donovan?”

“What?”

“You didn’t answer,” she smirks.

Keeping my eyes shut, I grind out, “Heaven. Being inside your tight wet pussy will be heaven.”

Talking about her pussy and my dick isn’t helping my horny problem so with that in mind, I ask, “What about school? What do you want to do?”

“Hmm. I know you’re changing the subject, but I’ll let you off for now.” She rolls on to her good side and rests her injured arm on my chest as she uses my shoulder for a cushion. “I want to carry on studying art, but where I do that doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is if you’re with me. If you want to stay in the city we

can do that or if you want to stay here then I can transfer back. The college when I left said if I changed my mind about city living to come see them so that sounds good right? But what do you want to do?”

“I’m going to go back to college and do what I’ve wanted to do for years. So babe, I’m going to let you choose because I’ll most certainly follow. I’ll always follow you.” And I mean every word. I just hope she realizes that.

“If we go back to the city, where will I be living?” She starts to draw circles with her fingernail on my chest.