The Rocker Who Loves Me (The Rocker 4)

“Don’t you play with this pretty pussy, baby?”

Harper shook her head. “No.”

“Ever?”

“No.” She bit her lip. “I’ve never wanted to. No one has ever even made me want this but you.”

If it had been anyone but Harper saying that, I probably would have run for the fucking hills. Instead, I was filled with proud arrogance. “No one else ever will, beautiful.”

She flinched and I was worried that I had hurt her. “Baby?”

“Say it again,” she whispered.

I frowned. “Say what, baby?”

“Call me beautiful. When you say it, I almost believe you.”

My jaw clenched. It wasn’t the first time that she had said something stupid along those lines. I wanted to rip apart whoever had made her believe that she wasn’t beautiful.

“Baby, you are so beautiful you make my chest ache just looking at you.” I brushed a kiss over her forehead. “I have never seen anything—ever—that compares to the beauty I see before me right now.”

“Shane…”

I kissed her lips quick and hard to shut her up, not wanting to hear her argue. “Tomorrow you are going to tell me who put such crazy nonsense in that pretty head of yours. But tonight, you are going to lie back and let me prove just how beautiful I know you are.” 

Chapter 11

Harper

The first brush of his lips over my clit made all thoughts evaporate.

Maybe I should have felt self-conscious, but I didn’t. How could I possibly feel like that with Shane? For once in my life I really did feel beautiful.

His tongue teased over my folds, dipping inside. It was so good. That little brush of his tongue inside of me was so intense my fingers fisted in the covers beneath me. I was powerless to stop the sounds that escaped me.

Callused hands cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples and twisting gently. It made muscles deep inside clench, and I felt my sex flooding with hot desire. This was all new territory for me. I had never touched myself, never had an orgasm. Shane had awakened the woman in me.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, making me cry out his name as he let go with a little pop before sucking it again. Over and over again, he tortured me with that sweet pleasure while one of his fingers tenderly thrust into me, stopping short of the barrier that was proof of my virginity.

“You taste so fucking good, beautiful,” Shane told me between sucks. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes!” I cried. “So, so good!”

He stiffened his tongue, skimming over my clit in a barely there caress that had me begging for more. He added another finger, thrusting just a little harder as my body became accustomed to his gentle invasion. I could feel something quickening inside of me as my entire body felt like it had caught fire.

“That’s it, baby. Let go,” his throaty voice commanded.

“Wh-what about you?” I asked, panting hard. I could feel him pulsing. I didn’t want him hurting like he had been earlier.

“Do you want my dick, baby?” He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze. “I don’t want to rush you into something that you aren’t ready for…”

I was ready for anything he was willing to give me, and I told him so. Shane grinned. “Oh, the possibilities, sweet Harper.” He lifted onto his knees and spread my thighs even wider.

I thought for sure he was going to take me, fill me, and make the empty feeling deep inside go away. Instead, he gripped his beautiful cock in his hand and rubbed the tip over my clit. My hands found his thighs and I sunk my nails deep into his flesh. That brush of his dick across sensitive tissue was so perfect. “I like that.”

“Me too.” He did it again, his free hand spreading my outer lips wide while he rubbed against me harder.

He felt like silk covered stone. His heat added fuel to my already raging inferno. His hips started to thrust gently, his dick slipping just a little lower with each caress up and down my slick folds. When the head teased at my entrance, my inner walls clenched in anticipation, but he only went back to rubbing my clit.

“Shane, I need you!” I whimpered, arching my hips in invitation to take me.

“I can’t stop,” he growled. “Don’t ask me to stop.”

“I want you inside me.”

“I can’t.” His jaw clenched in an attempt to hold back. “Condoms are too far away. I’m going to come…”

“Please…” It was so intense, and I could feel my orgasm building, building, building! But I needed him to fill me, needed him deep inside of me as I came around his hard cock.

“Baby!” Shane groaned my name, the tip of his dick slipping inside of me.

I couldn’t hold back the scream as my body came apart. He wasn’t even completely in me, but it was all I needed. My muscles began to spasm, clenching around the head of his dick. He growled something, but I was too far gone to understand.

I didn’t feel him pull out and was lost in my own paradise of sensations as he covered my stomach with his thick release.

How long it took me to recover I wasn’t sure. Days, hours, minutes. But when I did Shane was there, his arms holding me close. His lips brushed over my temple. “Sleep, beautiful. There’s no way in hell you are leaving my bed tonight.”

Shane

I’m not sure what had made me get up.

There I was, half-asleep with Harper’s sweet rear pressed against my semi-hard cock. She was sleeping peacefully, her hair over my arm and pillow in a way I would remember for the rest of my life.The sight of this girl, the only one that would ever hold my heart so tightly, lying in my bed was just too perfect. How had I gone so long without this, without her ?

But there was this anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach that was telling me to get up and go check on Drake.

When it started to really hurt, I carefully untangled myself from Harper and glanced at the clock. Just after one o’clock. Frowning, I pulled on a pair of boxers that I only wore when I was working out or when I was too lazy to put clothes on around the house. Quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping beauty snuggled in my bed, I left the room and went down the hall to my brother’s room.

That all too familiar scent of sweat and hard liquor hit me as soon as I turned the knob and cracked the door open an inch or so. Dread hit the bottom of my stomach like a lead weight.

“No, Drake,” I muttered to myself.

He had called me earlier that day, and I should have stopped and thought for a minute before brushing it off as nothing. He was probably calling to tell me he was having cravings, that he needed me to take him to a meeting. Feeling guilty, I pushed the door open a little more and stepped inside.