The Rocker That Holds Me by Terri Anne Browning

in my hotel room talking to me until I fell asleep…” He shrugged. “All of them seem to involve you sleeping in my arms.”
    Okay, so I was decisively happier with that answer. Not many women wouldn’t be, especially when someone as sinfully sexy as Nikolas Armstrong said those things to her! “I don’t know why I keep you around sometimes mister.”
    He batted those thick eye lashes at me and I was transfixed for a moment by the s heer beauty of them as they curtained his ice blue eyes. God, I would kill for eye lashes like that! Several shades darker than his hair, they were magnificent. It wasn’t fair that his eyes were so beautiful. “Let’s grab a shower, baby. I’m starving.”
    At the suggestion of getting up and eating my stomach grumbled. Nik grinned down at me. “How about some bacon?”
    I laughed. “I’m going to end up hating bacon before this is all over.”
    “Probably.” He kissed me, quick and hard, but no less potently. “Now get that sexy ass up so that we can eat. I need food, woman. Food.”

Chapter 13
    I don’t have any female friends. I was practically raised by four rockers. It is little wonder that I have no interest in shopping. Last night was the first time I have ever wanted to own a dress. This baby is so making me lose my mind!
    All I want is to feel pretty, sexy. But I don’t want to lose who I am. I don’t want designer dresses. I would probably throw up if I spent more than a hundred dollars on an outfit. So I ended up at the mall.
    At a mall on a Wednesday in a touristy city ? Yeah, that was a good idea. Not!
    Do you have any idea how many teenaged girls are at a mall on a Wednesday during the summer? Well I sure as hell didn’t, and I was positive that Nik hadn’t had a clue either. So when we walked into American Eagle and the sales girl standing with a half folded shirt in her hands screamed I nearly jumped out of my skin because I hadn’t been expecting it.
    “ Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod!” The girl was in front of Nik before I could even figure where the scream had come from. “You’re Nik Armstrong.” She screamed again, causing everyone in the store and outside to stop and see what was going on. “I am like your biggest fan ever. I’m Meg.”
    I knew then and there that I was not going to get any shopping done that day. It seemed like as soon as Meg said his name aloud he was surrounded by panting girls. One actually pushed me out of the way so that she could get to him. Hands were all over him, wanting to have the memory of touching the rocker who probably stared in their immature wet dreams.
    I have had to hide my feelings for Nik for years now. Even when it was killing me inside I never let anyone see how much having skanks touch him—or worse, sleep with him—bothered me. But today I was not able to hide behind those walls that I had built for times like this. I was pregnant with his baby, for fucks sake! He had spent hours making me come apart in his arms just the night before.
    So while he grinned, and laughed, and let them touch him I turned and walked away. Jealousy ate at me like a disease and I was so fucking mad at him for letting them touch him, that he let them push me out like I was insignificant. A more rational part of my brain tried to excuse it. Attempted to make me see that he was just playing the part, hamming it up for his fans. But when it came to most of the females that were Demon’s Wings fans I wondered if they even listened to their music. Or was it just about getting in a hot rocker’s bed? From what I have witnessed over the years the latter was more along the lines of truth than the former.
    My phone started playing Ashes by Demon’s Wings and I glared down at the damn thing in my hand seeing Nik’s face smiling back at me on the screen of the iPhone. Instead of answering I got on the escalator and went up to the second floor. I couldn’t face him right now. There was no telling what I would have done if I saw him