Sultry (Bad Boy Rockers 3)

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” he says, kissing me now that I’m in his arms.

He strides outside and sits me down at the table where there are four, huge pizza boxes and two, six packs of beer and some Pepsi spread out.

My stomach chooses this moment to grumble—loudly.

They laugh, and Reece asks Donovan, “You not feeding my sister, man?”

“I’m feeding her just fine.”

The guys open the boxes and the fresh pizza smell hits me again. “Did you get these from the new place in town?” I ask taking a huge bite from the slice of cheese and mushroom pizza Donovan placed on my plate.

“Sure did and it isn’t new anymore. It’s been there over twelve months,” Phoenix adds.

“Exactly, it’s still new.” I grin. “Before I left to join y’all in the city, I’d go there and sit in the kitchen with Marco. While he’d get the dough ready and all the fresh ingredients for the food, I’d keep him company. Sometimes I’d help, but mostly I’d just sit and inhale the delicious aromas.”

I carry on eating and notice Donovan looking at me, so I return his gaze, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Marco?” he asks.

Reece chuckles. “A bit of jealousy never did anyone any harm.”

Donovan grunts. “I’m still waiting.”

“He’s a really good looking guy, and he likes me. He used to save me some of his tiramisu if I didn’t show up the day he’d made it.” Now

I laugh. There is no way I can carry on pretending. “Marco also has a great grandchild that I’d look after sometimes when his mom was cleaning in the restaurant. Marco is eighty-six with no sign of giving up his kitchen.”

“She got you there,” Phoenix says with a punch to Donovan’s arm.

Donovan wraps his fingers around mine, which are sticking out of the plaster cast that I have resting in my lap. I find it cumbersome, but having him touching me while we’re here with my brother, Phoenix and their wives is amazing. I never thought I’d have this with him.

Chapter Thirty

Donovan

“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing with your hand on my sisters…um…there?” Reece stumbles over his words causing the others to erupt with laughter.

“Are you for real?” Mara asks, but I don’t think she’s expecting an answer.

“You’re an idiot. As though I’d be feeling her up with you sitting there.” I shake my head. “I want to hold my girl’s hand if that’s okay with you?”

Reece opens his mouth and I watch as Callie shoves a slice of pizza in. “You need to keep your mouth occupied with something other than words before you say something to piss them off.”

“Hey. I’m cool with them being together.”

Callie snorts—very unladylike.

Mara stills next to me.

“You really are okay with me being with Donovan, right? I mean, reverse psyche shit and all that.”

“Of course I—”

He rubs his arm that Callie pinched.

“I think I’m going to need insurance being married to you. I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted that of course I’m okay with you both being together.” He grins.

“What a load of shit.” Callie bursts out laughing.