The Rocker Who Wants Me (The Rocker 7)

“How was your drive?” Marissa asked and I lifted my head to find her standing by the now open door. Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree as she stood there, practically dancing with happiness.

“Rissa,” Liam’s voice was choked with a mixture of emotion and pain as Linc helped him out. As soon as he was able, Liam wrapped his arms around his sister. A tiny sob escaped the beautiful chick as she hugged her brother back. They had only been apart for two days, but with all the drama of the last month, I could almost understand their need to hold each other. I felt the same every time I got to see Harper these days.

Linc let them hug a few more seconds before carrying Liam into the house. With one arm in a cast and his leg so unstable for the moment, Liam would be in a wheelchair for a few more weeks. The chair wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow, so Linc would be putting all his delicious muscles to good work. Liam hated it, but Linc didn’t complain. He was getting to carry around a pretty-boy rocker. He was in gay-boy heaven.

“Don’t get any ideas, big man,” I heard Liam grumble as Linc carried him up the steps of the front porch and into the house.

Linc snorted out a laugh. “Don’t worry, sexy. Your straightness is loud and clear.” He winked as he followed Marissa down a hall that obviously led to a bedroom.

“We made Wroth’s office into a bedroom for you, Li,” Marissa informed her brother. “Everyone thought that with the stairs and the chair this would be the best thing. Once you get sorted, you won’t have to rely on anyone to get you up and down the stairs.”

“Thanks, Rissa.” Linc placed him on the brand new hospital bed that was made up with an old quilt on top. There was a bathroom that connected to the room and I glanced inside, checking it out. If Liam wanted a shower, then Linc was going to have to help me with that. But looking at the size of that bathroom, I determined that wasn’t going to be easy. Three people, one of which was as big as a mountain, weren’t going to be able to fit in there unless I actually got in the shower with Liam.

“I made your favorite,” Marissa said, moving around like a little ball of energy as she straightened things that didn’t need straightening. “Beef stew with thick gravy and yeast rolls. And I made some banana bread and a few pies. But if you want cake, I can make one.”

“Chill out, Rissa.” Liam shifted on the bed, trying to find the most comfortable position. “I’m not really hungry.”

“But…” Her face fell and she turned away before he could see her tears. “You should eat, Li.”

Natalie wrapped an arm around Marissa’s shoulders. “It’s been a long drive, and he’s just tired. Once he’s had his shower and settled in a little more, he will be starving. I know I am, and the smells coming from your kitchen are making my stomach ache with how badly I want to eat. Can I have a bowl of stew?”

“Oh. Yes, of course.” Marissa gave her a beaming smile as she led the way out of the room.

Liam breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m really not hungry,” he told me as I took stock of the room and made a mental list of the things I was missing. Everything I had asked for was present and accounted for, down to the small pharmacy of meds that Liam required being lined up on the dresser.

“It’s okay, I understand.” I turned toward Linc who was trying to slowly back out of the room. “Hey, not so fast. You’re gonna have to help with the shower.”

Both men groaned and I glared at them both. “Shut up, you big babies.” I walked back into the bathroom and turned on the water. After only a small hesitation I stripped down to my bra and panties, thankful that I had on one of my cotton sets instead of the usual lace or silk that I favored. Grabbing a towel to wrap around me for the moment, I headed back in to help get Liam ready for his shower.

His arm and leg had to be wrapped in trash bags to keep the casts from getting wet. His sweatpants were always a bitch to get on and off. Even with the stretchy material cut to get over the bulky cast, it was no easy feat to get him dressed and undressed.

It took nearly forty-five minutes to get Liam showered and back in his bed with fresh underwear—the only clothes he had on. After getting him comfortable it was time to give his next dose of meds and then I made my way upstairs. Linc had left as soon as Liam was in bed, so I had to make my way through the maze of a house until I found someone. I was wet and despite the warmth of the house, I was chilly. My soaked bra and panties were balled in my hand since I had put my clothes back on and hadn’t wanted to get them wet. My hair was still dripping a little because getting it wet had been unavoidable.

As I rounded a corner, I wasn’t really paying attention and nearly walked right into a hard chest. His scent invaded my nose before his hands even reached out to steady me. The first touch of his hands on my arms and I shivered for a reason other than being cold. My body reacted to his closeness as my heart started to race and liquid heat dripped from my suddenly throbbing pussy.

“There you are,” Axton said, chuckling softly, his hands lingering on my arms as his thumbs rubbed circles on the inside of my elbows.

My gaze went straight to his lips. Just as I had imagined, he was sucking on his bottom lip, his teeth snapping lightly on the ring that was in the middle of his full lower lip. I’d always loved sucking on that lip, the taste of metal mingling with a taste that was more addicting than any street drug known to man. Just one taste of Axton Cage would sell for an easy grand on the streets, and people would be coming back for more in droves.

Hazel eyes were eating up the sight of me and I found myself almost swaying toward him. Fuck, I was weak. And easy. So. Damn. Easy. Two seconds of being in a hall with him and I was ready to fall to my knees and worship his dick with my tongue. I knew exactly what he liked. Knew that as soon as I ran the ball of my tongue ring over his slit he would be mine for at least a little while.

“Why is your hair wet?” Axton suddenly demanded. “Is that your fucking underwear? They’re wet… What the hell, Dallas?”

My head cleared just as quickly as it had fogged over with lust. Sighing, I took a step back. “I had to get in the shower with Liam to help him…” When hazel eyes turned more green than brown, I knew he was pissed. “I’m his nurse, Ax. Of course I have to help him shower. He’s not going to be able to do it himself for a few more weeks at the very least.”

“I thought that was Linc’s job,” he growled.