The Rockers' Babies (The Rocker... Series) by Terri Anne Browning Page A

into my arm, and I glanced down at her. She had a pleading look in her blue eyes and I
    knew she didn’t want me to tell them the truth. That surprised me. Didn’t Harper and Linc know about her
    fear? Did they know the reasons behind it?
    “We decided to bail and talk.”
    Chapter 5
    Dallas
    The thumping on the door woke me. Startled, I sat straight up in bed…
    A king sized bed.
    What the fuck?
    It took me exactly five seconds to remember where I was and how I had ended up there. This wasn’t
    the room I had seen yesterday, the one I was supposed to be sharing with Natalie. This room was bigger,
    though only slightly. The window facing west instead of north.
    The thumping on the door came again. “Get your lazy ass up!” I thought it was Shane who was yelling
    through the locked door, but it could have just as easily been Drake. “The girls are already packed and
    starting to head out.”
    Beside me Axton grunted and pushed himself into a sitting position. “Dude! I’m going to murder you.”
    A deep, sexy laugh drifted to me. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. Get up, throw your shit in your case
    and let’s go… Oh, and tell Dallas that Harper has been looking for her.”
    My still half-foggy mind cleared and I felt my face heat with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. I
    lowered my head, letting my long blonde hair hide my face from the man sitting very close—and very
    much naked—beside me.
    “I’ll be out in a few,” Axton called back and I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Shane’s heavy
    footsteps fade away as he left.
    I didn’t lift my head. I couldn’t face him, couldn’t face what I had done. Damn my weakness for this
    man, and damn him for exploiting it. He had seduced me with every innocent brush of his fingers against
    my skin, his every murmured word as we had walked through Universal Studios last night. From the
    moment he started massaging my aching shoulders, I had weakened. The moment he lifted me into his arms
    and I had found my salvation from one of my worst nightmares, I was done for.
    After Harper had found us, I had tried to be strong. I really had. But it was impossible not to feel his
    eyes on me, to feel the heat from his body as he had walked behind me through the other haunted houses.
    So it had been all too easy to cuddle into him when he had put his arm around me as we got onto the
    Transformers ride. While Harper had been transfixed by the movie ride experience, I had been making out with Mister Rock God.
    Of course I was going to blame it on all the beer I had drunk last night. As well as the fact that I hadn’t drunk anything in two years. Maybe I would get away with saying it was because I had been so fucking
    horny and had gone without for just as long as I had alcohol.
    Harper and Linc would see right through that half-truth in a heartbeat. I had gone a lot longer without
    sex than just two years. As much as some people liked to think I was a slut, I could count every man I had
    ever been with on one hand and still have a few fingers left over. The man beside me had been the one to
    ruin me for any other man, though. The one who had stolen my heart without much trouble, then shredded
    it in two when his feelings for his ex-girlfriend had reared their ugly head.
    “We need to talk,” he finally said after I had been sitting there staring at the sheets for a few minutes.
    I snorted and raised my gaze from the sheets to meet his hazel eyes. Right now they were a mixture of
    brown and green, but last night they had switched several times from brown to green and back again. When
    he was thrusting into me, forcing me to keep my eyes on him, his eyes had been green. As soon as he found
    his release, those crazy eyes switched almost instantly back to brown, until he started fucking me all over again.
    “That was what you said last night when you asked me to come back to your room with you. The only
    words to ever leave your mouth were, ‘Fuck, you’re wet for