The Rocker Who Wants Me (The Rocker 7)

“I need you to do something for me.”

“And this something couldn’t have waited until the sun came up?” Her tone was dry but I thought I heard a hint of amusement in there.

It was my turn to sigh. “It could have, but I just… I needed to hear your voice, Em.” I tightened my arm around Dallas’s shoulders and laid my head back against the seat in the taxi. “I met this kid tonight that… She reminded me of you as soon as I set eyes on her.”

There was a long pause before Emmie finally spoke. “Did she have bruises?”

“No. She was just a bag of bones, but she was all smiles.” I grimaced then dived right in to telling her about Kenzie. When I was done I asked the only question that was left to ask, because I knew that Emmie understood what I wanted. “Can you help me with this, Em?”

“You know I would do anything for you, dummy. I’m just going to need details and a day or two. I’ll start on it first thing in the morning and have some news for you by the time I get into Baltimore tomorrow night. I know you can’t meet Mia and me at the airport, but can you keep an eye out for us at the convention center? Mia isn’t gonna be happy that she has to go without her daddy—and really neither am I. So she’s gonna need her Uncle Ax to cheer her up.”

“Anything for Mia.” The taxi was nearly to our hotel so I said goodbye to Emmie reluctantly. “Go back to sleep, Em. See you tomorrow… Tonight. Be safe.”

“You too. Love ya, Ax.”

“Love you, Emmie.”

As the taxi slowed I kissed the top of Dallas’s head. “Baby, wake up. We’re here.”

Moaning, Dallas lifted her head and glanced around, trying to figure out where ‘here’ was. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, baby.” I pressed another kiss to her head. “We’ll be in bed soon.”

I paid the driver then helped Dallas from the taxi. She stumbled a few steps so I lifted her into my arms and carried her inside the hotel. When I got to the elevators, I used my elbow to push the call button then did the same when the doors opened for our floor. Dallas kept her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her head on my shoulder as she closed her eyes again.

Getting into the room was a feat in and of itself. I secured her with one hand under her delicious ass while using my free hand to pull my room keycard from my back pocket and unlocked the door. Kicking the door shut behind me, I crossed the room to the king sized bed and laid Dallas across the middle. She sighed contently, turned over and cuddled my pillow close. Already back to sleep.

I stood there smirking down at her for a long moment before removing her shoes and then her jeans. With a shake of my head I took off my own jeans and boots then crawled in behind her. With the finest ass in the world pressed against my crotch, and the scent of her shampoo filling my nose, I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.

Dallas

It felt like I had only just closed my eyes when my phone’s alarm went off. Moaning, I turned over in bed, automatically reaching out for Axton. When I discovered the bed empty I opened my eyes and sat up. I still had my shirt, bra and panties on, which confused me. Why hadn’t he woken me and devoured me like he normally did?

Then last night’s events rushed back to me and my heart suddenly felt weighed down as images of Kenzie filled my head. Poor kid. She had been so sweet and obviously really bright while I had kept her company for Axton. Later, to find out what she had been going through only made me respect her more because she was such a brave kid. Even if she was nearly eighteen, to me she was a kid. She was so tiny that I couldn’t imagine her as nearly an adult yet.

My alarm was still going off and I reached over to turn it off. Axton must have dug it out of my jeans and set it before leaving for the convention center again. With a tired sigh I crawled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. Before I could even turn on the light there was a knock on the door. “Room service,” someone called.

Quickly I grabbed a robe from the back of the bathroom door and slipped it on as I hurried toward the door. Opening it, there was a man in waiter’s clothing standing there with a tray. “I didn’t order anything,” I told him, figuring he had simply gotten the wrong room.

“Mr. Cage asked that we bring your meal at exactly three forty-five,” the waiter informed me with a small smile. “He was very specific about the time.”

I bit my lip, trying not to show this man how affected I was by Axton’s thoughtfulness. With a tight smile I stepped back and the waiter came in. Instead of placing the tray on the table by the balcony, he placed it on the bed. “Breakfast in bed, miss.” He smiled again and turned to go.

Speechless, I didn’t walk him to the door as I stared down at the small tray of food. There was a glass of orange juice, a covered plate, some assorted hot tea packets with a small ceramic tea pot, salt and pepper and even a small bottle of ketchup on the tray. But what really caught my attention and had me melting was the thin little vase with one single sunflower.

That damn man sure did know how to make me fall deeper for him on a daily basis. Last night, after we had dropped Kenzie off, I’d heard some of his conversation with Emmie on the ride back to the hotel. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what it was that I had felt for Axton Cage before last night, but it had nothing on what I’d felt right then and there. As I had shamelessly eavesdropped while pretending to be asleep, I’d fallen helplessly in love with him all over again.

How had I missed the fact that he was such a great guy? Had I been pretending to hate him for so long that I had forgotten how amazing he could be? His heart was kind, maybe the kindest I’d ever come into contact with. Only a robot wouldn’t have fallen in love with Axton Cage, and I was no robot.

Because he had obviously wanted me to have breakfast in bed, I climbed into the middle of the king sized bed, arranged the pillows, turned on the television and finally pulled the tray across my lap. Lifting the lid from the covered dish I found cheesy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast and hash browns. Shaking my head at the sight of my favorite breakfast, I picked up my cellphone, snapped a pic of me blowing a kiss and texted it to him.

Seconds later my phone chimed with his text tone.

Axton: Don’t rush.

Seeing the heart on the text message, my own heart melted all over again and I had a smile on my face as I took my time enjoying my breakfast at nearly four in the afternoon.

Axton

Rehearsal was over. That was the good news. The bad news? It had sucked ass. Devlin was playing like shit, but Zander was playing even worse.