Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

“Get off my girl and go and get your own damn girl.” Reece looks at Mara again. “And not my sister.”

I roll my eyes and taking his hand lead him back out of the apartment after saying our goodbyes to everyone, hoping he manages to keep his temper tomorrow.

Walking down the stairs to the exit, I nearly plow into Reece, who stops dead in his tracks. He turns around to steady me, and keeping his hands on my arms, he says, “I love you.”

I smile and taking hold of his face, place a kiss to each of his eyes, then his nose and ending with a soft touch of our lips. “I love you, too.”

“You’re not going to leave me, right?”

I start to laugh when I realize he’s serious. “I’m moving in with you. Does that say I’m leaving you?”

“I’ve never had this, and everything with you terrifies the life out of me.”

He makes my heart squeeze, seeing these cracks in his badass exterior. “This between us frightens me as well. I know I don’t say it, but it’s a big step we’re taking…and we’ll take it together.”

“Together… I promise,” he says, sealing his promise with a kiss.

Chapter 30

Mara

Watching my brother leave with his girl makes me want to pack my bags and follow him. Anything other than staying here with him. I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember. Yeah, I had a schoolgirl crush on him, but my feelings have grown into something more. Into love. My heart breaks every time he says something that I don’t want to hear. Like he doesn’t want me here, well, that is something I know already without him shouting it at me. I mean he’s been the most un-hospitable person ever.

Turning up on his doorstep in tears, you’d think that he’d have hugged me, but not Donovan. He’d clenched his jaw, opened the door wider so I could enter and then asked “What have you done now, Mara?” Because it was me. I’d needed a hug and I’d needed someone to listen to me, but he wasn’t willing to do either.

Ever since I turned sixteen he’s kept his distance and always stays well out of my way when he comes home with the guys and visits with Reece. It hurts. It hurts a lot.

Out of the three musketeers, Donovan is the most laid back, but not with me. With me, he acts like I have the plague or something.

Since the door shut behind my brother, Donovan’s been standing across the room alternatively glaring at me and looking out of the window.

My bedroom is calling because all I want to do is lock myself away and cry. He’s never going to look at me the way I want him to. I can’t stay here anymore. I’ve only been here a few days, but I can’t stay here and watch him be with someone else. It’ll hurt too much. And he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want me and never will.

A tear escapes as I quickly get to my feet and make for my room.

“Mara…”

I stop with my hand on the door handle refusing to look back at him. “What?”

Goose bumps form on my arms as I feel him walk up behind me, a breath away from touching me. It’s difficult to breathe with him being so close. I rest my forehead against the door as Donovan surrounds me with his heat, resting his forearms at either side of my head causing his chest to rest softly against my back.

“Mara… I’m going to move out.” He clears his throat. “I’ve already found somewhere so I’ll be leaving in about a week.”

My breath catches in my throat because I wasn’t expecting him to say that.

“It’s not right, us both living here together without Reece being here. People will get the wrong idea… Mara, please look at me.”

Shaking my head, a shiver wracks my body when he nuzzles my hair from my face and breathes on my neck. It feels as though he’s about to kiss me or it might be wishful thinking on my part.

“I’m too old for you,” he whispers so close to my ear that lightening shoots straight to my core and my nipples pucker, desperate for his touch. “Mara,” he trails along my neck with his lips, “are you listening to me?” He nips my ear

lobe with his teeth as his hand lands on my hip.

“Mmm,” I reply, breathless.

Releasing the handle, I place both my hands on the door in front of me and push back slightly, making full body contact with Donovan, who sounds as though the air has just left his body. He’s solid against me. Rock hard and I don’t just mean his abs.

The hand on my hip slides around and he splays his fingers against my belly, which is fluttering with butterflies. His other hand covers mine on the door as our fingers entwine. I’ve never felt so hot, wet, aching – aroused.