The Rocker Who Loves Me (The Rocker 4)

“Morning, beautiful.”

“Go back to sleep,” she commanded. “There is no way I’m getting up this early.”

Laughing softly, I glanced at the alarm clock across the room by Lana’s bed. It was after ten. “The morning is nearly over, love,” I informed her.

She turned over to face me, and my breath caught in my lungs. This was how I always wanted to picture her...No makeup to hide her beauty from me. No glasses or contacts to hinder the natural color of her eyes. Caramel blonde hair spread out around her, tousled from our night of lovemaking. No clothes to hide that glorious body from me.

The small glare she gave me only added to her appeal, and my body was already responding. “If you want to keep your fingers in prime working order, Shane, then you had better shut your sexy mouth and go back to sleep. Or get up. Whichever keeps you quiet long enough for me to go back to sleep for a few more hours.”

I flexed my fingers in front of her face, taunting her before using them to tickle her. She screamed then started giggling as I attacked unrelentingly. “Get your beautiful ass up, woman!” I was the one making the demands this time.

“Make me!”

My dick twitched at her provocative words, and I stopped moving. She went completely still when she felt how hard I was against her stomach. Violet eyes turned to indigo and I was lost. “I’m going to love you again, Harper.”

Her eyes dilated with the pleasure my words brought her, her little pink tongue coming out to moisten her lips. “O-okay.”

“I’ll be gentle,” I promised, knowing she had to be more than a little sore after the way I had taken her last night. Being gentle hadn’t ever been something I excelled at. I liked it rough, fast, and more often than not, hard-core. But for my Harper, I would give her anything and everything she needed.

“I know you will.” Her soft reply and the look of complete trust in her beautiful eyes made a lump form in my throat, and I had to clear it a few times before I could breathe again.

Wanting to taste her, I kissed her lips, sucking her readily offered tongue deep into my mouth. I loved how her breasts were just barely a handful, the way her pebble hard nipples rubbed against the palm of my hand. The way she kissed me harder when I pinched those sensitive little nubs drove me mad.

Her legs spread for me without any coaxing. I fit so perfectly against her, my dick sliding between her lips, rubbing her wet little pussy without entering her. She was dripping, her pussy flooding with her arousal more and more with each stroke of my cock moving up and down between her folds. The kiss continued, her moans escaping from time to time as we came up for air, and then we went back to making love with our tongues.

When I knew that I couldn’t hold back much longer, I flipped us so that I was lying on my back and she was straddling my thighs. With trembling hands, she pushed her hair away from her face. I lifted her hips until her sweet pussy was right over the tip of my cock. Her thighs were already trembling, and I swallowed my groan as the head of my dick slipped between those wet folds.

“You can take me as deep as you want like this, baby,” I told her, guiding her down just a little more.

She pressed her soft hands to my chest to steady herself and took more of me. I released my hold on her, scared that I would force myself deeper than she could take. With my fists clenched at my sides, I let her have complete control over our lovemaking.

Gods, she was beautiful! The way her hair was tossed back, except for a few strands falling into her eyes. Her body honey kissed with a summer tan. Tits heaving as she panted. Flat stomach quivering with each rock of those glorious hips. And that pussy! The way her lips were spread just enough to let me see her clit and how it flowered in arousal.

Another inch brought her almost halfway down my dick. Her breasts bounced as she lifted and slid back down again. With each downward stroke of her tight pussy, she took more of me. I felt her muscles already tightening around me, letting me know that she was close.

She wasn’t the only one. I was barely holding on, ready to blow inside of her at any moment.

When she was finally able to take all of me, I cried out in triumph. “Don’t fucking move or I’m going to explode.”

“Do it!” she commanded, just as I felt her inner walls begin to spasm around my cock.

She didn’t move, didn’t have to. Just the feel of those contracting muscles was enough to shoot me to the stars.

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After we showered together, I left Harper to dress while I went in search of the coffee I had smelled earlier. I expected one or both of her roommates to be up, but neither were present when I walked into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts Lana had stolen from Drake the year before. I knew she had some of his clothes and found them easily in her pajama drawer.

Although I didn’t find Linc or Dallas in the kitchen, there was a note on the coffee pot, scribbled in what had to be Dallas’s curvy writing. I frowned as I lifted the yellow sticky note.

Glad you had fun with the rocker! Didn’t take you for a screamer, Harp. Haha. But anyway… Keep your phone off, okay? Mommy dearest has been calling all morning. She and the evil stepbitch are in town again and want to suck up your happy feelings.

As I read the last line of the note, the cordless beside the coffeepot on the counter rang. My mind on what Dallas had said in the note, I didn’t even bother to think about who could be calling as I lifted the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

“Linc?” a female voice I didn’t recognize questioned.

“Nope. This is Shane. Linc isn’t here right now.” I turned around just as Dallas came walking into the kitchen. Her hair was a mess and the pajamas she wore looked like they were about three sizes too big. “Can I take a message?”

“Oh, no. I don’t want to talk to Linc anyway.” The tone was sweet and young sounding. “Would Harper happen to be around?”

“Nope again.” I was pretty sure who was on the phone, having read Dallas’s note. “But this is her boyfriend, so I’ll be happy to let her know you called.”

A fist hit my arm and I shot Dallas a glare, rubbing at the sore spot she had just made. Fuck, that girl didn’t play fair… “Don’t go there!” she whispered fiercely.

I ignored her. The silence on the other end of the phone was noticeable. “Hello? You still there?”

A sweet laugh, one that sent a chill down my spine came over the line. I knew that kind of laugh well. Sociopathic bitches had warmed my bed for so many years which made me an expert. “Yes, sorry. You just surprised me is all. So… Harper has a boyfriend? My little stepsister didn’t mention you the last time I spoke with her.”