Wanting Shaw (Rockers' Legacy Book 5)

“I second that,” Cannon announced.

I pressed my lips together, knowing I was already outnumbered and there was no reason for me to argue. It made me wish Violet were there so she could back me up and tie the scary-themed movie with a comedy.

“As long as there are no clowns, then fine,” Dad said as he rinsed the plates and started stacking them in the dishwasher.

I bit my lip, knowing he’d made that stipulation for Mom’s sake and not his own. My brother and I had heard the story of how Dad saved Mom from a haunted house clown room enough times to know that her fear of clowns was no joke. But it still made me smile to think about my father valiantly carrying my mother out of her worst nightmare come to life.

“I want M&M’s in my popcorn,” I told Mom before draining the last of my vitaminwater straight from the bottle.

Standing, I rinsed the bottle before placing it in the recycling bin. “I’m going to take a shower before we watch a movie,” I announced. “I assume we have a little time before it starts since we’re having snacks and we just ate dinner.”

Mom glanced at her watch. “You have a little over an hour. I think I’ll grab a shower too, and we can cuddle on the couch in our pajamas.”

“I’ll bring us a blanket,” I promised over my shoulder as I took the back stairs up to my room.

I don’t know why I took my time in the shower; it wasn’t like I needed to impress anyone. Though I wanted to spend some alone time with Jagger, even if it was just to watch a movie with only the two of us, it wasn’t like he would try to make a move. He knew how I felt about him, and despite my seeing the same hunger I felt blazing out of his cool-blue eyes from time to time, he’d made it plain that he wasn’t interested in acting on his feelings.

Instead of drying my hair, I just pulled it into a ponytail to keep it out of my way and grabbed a pair of sleep shorts. Rather than putting on a bra and being uncomfortable, I grabbed a hoodie and the promised blanket for Mom before leaving my bedroom. As I walked into the living room, it was to find my mother in similar attire, except she had gone with sleep pants. But her damp hair was up in a knot and her hoodie was one of Dad’s.

I glanced down at my own hoodie. One I’d stolen from Jagger months before when he’d left it lying on the chair after spending the night. He’d come over looking for it the next day, but I’d claimed not to have seen it.

Noticing it now, he rolled his eyes at me, and I winked as I took my usual spot on the sectional beside Mom. Dad took the seat on her other side, and I spread the soft, plush blanket across the three of us before he handed out individual bowls of popcorn.

Cannon dropped down on the other end of the sectional beside his friend just as the movie started, and I decided watching Jagger watch the movie was more entertaining than actually watching the movie myself. I wasn’t a fan of being scared, so I tried to avoid it as much as possible.

Before the movie was even over, Cannon had fallen asleep, his snoring drowning out the sound of the chainsaw onscreen. Jagger took the chance to stuff candy and popcorn pieces into my brother’s mouth, and a few times, he jerked awake, chewing the snack and not even curious as to how the food got there.

Giggling, I snuck over and grabbed a few Cheetos out of Cannon’s bowl before arranging one out of his nose.

He startled awake again just as the last person was being sliced and diced while some girl screamed in the background. “What’d I miss?” he muttered to his best friend, and I hid my grin as he looked over with the Cheeto sticking out of his nostril like a big orange booger.

Mom snickered beside me but didn’t give it away as she recanted the death of the last few people.

Then he scrubbed a hand over his face tiredly and felt what shouldn’t be there. “Damn,” he muttered and tossed the Cheeto into his bowl disgustedly. “I’m more tired than I realized if I’m feeding my nose in my sleep.”

“Yeah,” Dad agreed, his face completely serious even though he’d been silently cracking up while I’d put food up my brother’s nose only moments before. “Maybe you should head to bed, bud.”

“I think I will.” Yawning, he stood. “Night.”

“Goodnight,” I murmured, giving him a beaming smile that he rolled his eyes at and climbed the stairs to everyone else telling him goodnight.

I heard his bedroom door shut, and then we all burst out laughing. Tears of mirth in my eyes, I didn’t even care that I had to clean up his mess. Mom and Dad went to bed a few minutes later while I was still cleaning up the pieces of popcorn Cannon had spilled during the movie, leaving me alone with Jagger for the first time in forever.

Suddenly feeling nervous, I carried the mostly empty bowls into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Grabbing us each a drink on the way back, I asked Jagger if he wanted to watch another movie.

“Sure. I’m not even a little tired.” He took the diet soda I offered before patting the spot beside him that my brother had occupied earlier. “Sit here and share the blanket.”

Tugging on the throw, I pulled it across us and happily snuggled in beside him. His arm casually went around my shoulders, pulling me closer as he flipped through the newest releases to see what our options were. “I know you don’t want another scary movie,” he said as he scrolled down the movie titles. “How about this action flick? Think you can handle it?”

I read the blurb and nodded. “Seems okay, I guess.”

As the movie started, Jagger’s hand slid from my shoulder down my arm. Goose bumps popped up in its wake before his hand came to rest at my waist, right above the top of my sleep shorts. I bit my lip, holding on to the moan that wanted to escape when his fingers skimmed over the skin as he smoothly tugged my hoodie out of the way.

When I chanced a glance up at him as the movie started to see his reaction to touching me like that, his gaze was on the TV, his jaw relaxed as if he didn’t even realize the effect he had on me. All he was doing was holding me, the same way he’d done my entire life. There was nothing sexual about it, except for the fact that just his touch was enough to make me ache.

I wanted to climb onto his lap and rub myself against him. I wanted him to pull my ponytail free and wrap my hair around his wrist and kiss me like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. I wanted to know if his cock was as big as I suspected it was

after having felt it against me a few times in the past.