Wanting Shaw (Rockers' Legacy Book 5)

As soon as she opened the door, she started to shut it again right in my face. Moving quickly, I pushed forward and entered the house. As I passed her, I inhaled her perfume, and if I hadn’t been hard before, I was about to explode in my school uniform slacks now.

“What do you want?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest and causing her tits to push up against the tight material of the sports bra.

I shoved my hair back from my forehead and glanced at the stairs behind her. “Are your parents home?” I asked, hoping they weren’t even as I prayed they were. I needed one of them to come stop me from what I was about to do. Needed them to kick my ass out before I touched their daughter.

Because as soon as I did, there would be no stopping me.

Her brow pinched in confusion. “No, it’s date night. They’re in the city with Vi’s parents. Probably won’t be back until late.”

Ah, fuck.

Sweat started to roll down my back, and as hard as I tried to look anywhere else, my gaze kept going back to her body. The sun-kissed skin of her chest and tight abs. Her mile-long legs. No one had legs like Shaw. They went on forever. I’d dreamed of those legs wrapped around me so tight I couldn’t move. Just had to lie there and let her…

As I was standing there imagining exactly what I’d dreamed of her doing, the doorbell rang again. The door had barely even closed behind me, and I pulled it open, only to glare at the guy standing there. He was maybe an inch shorter than me with shaggy, curly dark hair. He was wearing sunglasses and a black T-shirt that was tight over his chest. His jeans sat too low on his hips, and I was about to snarl at him to get lost w

hen I realized he was holding a pizza and the T-shirt he was wearing had the logo of the Italian place we always ordered from when I spent the night with Cannon.

I snatched the pizza and carefully pushed it into Shaw’s hands before pulling out my wallet. I shoved two twenties into his hand and slammed the door as the guy mumbled a “Thanks.”

Shaw huffed at me as she waved the bills in her hand that I hadn’t seen her holding. “I could have paid for my own dinner, thanks,” she growled.

“You thought I was him,” I accused, jealousy eating at what was left of my willpower. “You were just going to answer the door to that dickhead dressed like that?”

“He’s hot,” she said over her shoulder as she turned and stomped toward the kitchen. “And since I was grounded for so long, he’s been the highlight of my life for the past few weeks.”

“She’s sixteen,” I remind myself before following her. “Sixteen is underage when you’re eighteen, dumbass. Sixteen means you will do time. It’s a felony. You can’t see her like you crave if you’re doing hard time…”

The words dried up when I entered the kitchen and saw her bent over in front of the open fridge. I nearly swallowed my tongue as she shifted her hips from side to side ever so slightly, causing her shorts to ride up and showing me the undersides of her luscious ass. I quickly adjusted myself as she grabbed two diet drinks off the bottom shelf and turned to hand me one.

I took it and downed the ice-cold drink in two swallows in hopes of calming the inferno trying to burn through my entire body.

She rolled her eyes as she popped the top of her own and took a small sip before crossing to where she’d placed the pizza on the island and opened the box. The smell was enough to make my stomach growl, and she smirked as she lifted a slice.

Taking a bite, she watched me as she chewed. “As I’m sure you know by now, my brother isn’t here, so I’m a little lost on why you would willingly want to be in this house.”

“I’m not concerned about your brother.” I reached for the box, not bothering to wait for her to offer me a slice. I was not surprised to find the damn thing was covered in meat and jalapenos. It dripped with grease, and the first bite made me groan at how good it tasted. Shaw always had the best choices in pizza toppings.

“That still doesn’t tell me why you’re here, Jags,” she huffed.

“I missed you,” I answered honestly. Her snort was full of disbelief, and I dropped my slice back into the box before reaching for her. The sound of her gasp when I grabbed her hips went straight to my cock, and I pulled her roughly against me, letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her. “I’ve missed you so fucking badly, Dimples. I would have been here sooner, but I’ve been grounded.”

She tilted her head to the side, appraising me for a silent moment. “Because you beat the living hell out of Can?”

“You know about that?” She shrugged. “Vi didn’t when I stopped in to check on her a little while ago.”

“Cannon let it slip when he was trying to get me to talk Dad out of sending him to military school,” she admitted. “My parents haven’t mentioned it, and I doubt they will. They probably think you gave him what he deserved. Did you see the pictures of what that freak did to his car after he bought it?”

“Mia sent them to me. And then I emailed them to Cannon.”

Her dimples popped when she grinned wickedly up at me. “I might have sent them too. Wanted him to see what some perv did to his precious baby.”

“That was a lot of cash that guy dropped just so he could piss all over the leather seats,” I teased, and she giggled, making my heart clench at how pretty that sound was while my cock flexed against her. She was still pressed up against me, not pushing me away, not stepping back. Shaw wanted to be in my arms as much as I wanted to keep her there; she just didn’t want to admit it because I was stupid enough to have fucked everything up.

“I heard he did more than that,” she said with a snicker. “But I really don’t want to think about that.”

“Gross.” Keeping one hand on her hip, I reached for my pizza with the other. After taking a bite, I lifted it to her lips.

Those baby blues locked with mine as she leaned in to take a bite. I groaned when she licked her lips as she pulled back, the devilish look in her eyes telling me she knew exactly what she was doing. She was teasing me, wanted to make me ache for her, maybe even beg for her.