The Rockers' Babies (The Rocker... Series) (5 page)

You are my little goddess. My
everything
,” I whispered into her ear as her body began to relax and her breathing evened out. “I’ll love you for eternity.”

Soon she was fast asleep. Exhausted from our day out at the park, followed by two mind-blowing

orgasms at my hands. I stayed there, holding her for another hour before getting out of bed and dressing. I promised Shane I would meet him and everyone else in the park later and I needed to leave now before I

decided to bail and fall asleep with Layla instead.

When I left the bedroom I found Lana and Drake on the couch in the living area. Lana wasn’t allowed

to do the haunted houses as pregnant as she was, and Drake didn’t want to leave her so they had stayed in

when everyone else had gone out the last two nights. Watching Lucy for me, taking care of Mia for Nik and

Emmie.

A scary movie was on. One I didn’t know anything about. It looked gory and disgusting, but Lana was

engrossed in it. Clinging to Drake like a big baby. My sister-in-law was a freak. Enjoying being scared.

Drake didn’t seem to mind. Any reason for his wife to be all over him, he took it.

I picked up my key card from the coffee table where I had left it. “I’m going to go meet the others,” I

told them, but only Drake lifted his head. “Lucy wake up yet?”

“Nah, man. She’s out for the count. But if she does I’ll order her something to eat. Have fun.”

“I’ll try.” Scary houses weren’t my thing, but this was Shane’s bachelor party. I was surprised as hell

when he had said this was what he wanted to do. Even after the shit that had gone down with Drake’s party,

I was sure Shane would want something that involved a few strippers at the least. I guess he was so twisted up with Harper he really had changed his ways.

That made me smile and I left the penthouse determined to enjoy myself for the sake of my friend.

Drake

I barely heard the door shut behind Jesse.

We were spread out on the long couch, with Angel’s head on my chest and her long legs entwined with

mine. I couldn’t even remember the name of the creepy-as-fuck movie we were watching. My attention

wasn’t on the screen half the time anyway.

Between the scent of Angel’s freshly washed hair, the feel of her soft body, and the way our daughter

kept kicking me in the side, I was distracted on a whole new level than normal. My chest literally ached

with happiness and it almost hurt to breathe. My angel had been my wife for nearly two years and I still had a hard time believing that it was all real.

When the baby kicked again Lana let out a soft groan and switched positions. “I think she is going to be

a ninja,” she grumbled.

I grinned. “Probably,” I agreed, brushing my lips over her slightly damp hair. “We can put her in karate

or something. That way I don’t have to worry about all those fucking boys messing with my baby girl.”

She snorted. “Yeah right. Drake Stevenson is going to be the scariest daddy on the block. Boys are

going to pee their pants when they meet you for the first time.” Her dark head lifted from my chest and I

was rewarded with the sight of that beautiful smile of hers. “I’ll record it and we can have our own personal scary movie.”

I tapped her on the hip with my hand, making a slight smacking sound but nothing that would hurt her.

She giggled and my dick twitched. That pretty sound never failed to make me hard as a rock. “Be good,

woman,” I commanded, pulling her head back down onto my chest. As much as I wanted to carry her off

to bed and sink as deep as possible into her tight little body, we were on babysitting duty tonight.

Emmie and Nik hadn’t gone out, but they had still asked if I would listen for Mia in case she woke up. I

was worried about Em. I hadn’t seen her so sick in years and I wanted her to have a good night’s rest.

Lana relaxed against me once again, turning her attention back to the crappy movie we had rented. I

stroked my fingers through her long, dark hair enjoying the silky strands against my rougher flesh…

I was half asleep when I felt my phone vibrating from my front jeans pocket. I pulled it out and glanced

down at the screen with a frown. It was a text message from the producer’s assistant for
America’s Rocker
.

Meeting Wednesday morning @ 10:30 Please attempt to be on time.

I sighed. Lana and I were leaving to go back to New York on Tuesday and I wasn’t expected to be back

at work until Thursday at the earliest and Friday at the latest since that was the next live show. We had been on a two-week hiatus because there were only five contestants left and the producers were doing

makeovers and who knew what other shit they usually do.

I had wanted to spend a few days alone with Lana before I had to go back to work. Her next

appointment was at 1:30 on Wednesday and I always went with her.
The fucking meeting had better not

take longer than an hour
, I texted back and didn’t get a reply.

“Who was that?” Lana asked, sounding sleepy.

“Bridget or Brandie or Betsy. Whatever the hell her name is,” I muttered, tossing my phone on the

coffee table.

I felt her stiffen and she raised her head to glare down at me. “Bethany?”

The name clicked in my brain and I nodded. “Yeah. That’s her.”

“I hate that bitch! That skank hates me too. I seriously can’t stand her. She’s always drooling all over

you. What the fuck did she want?”

Her vehemence made me blink. Angel had never said anything—never even hinted—that she didn’t like

the executive producer’s assistant that I had to work with. She had never been the jealous type. Not even

after the nightmare of our breakup and the disaster of my one-time drunken slipup. She loved me, trusted

me. I was disturbed by her reaction to a girl I could barely even remember even after seeing on a daily

basis. “There’s a meeting on Wednesday morning. I have to be at the studio by ten-thirty. I promise I’ll be back in time to take you to the doctor.”

“How about I just go with you and then we can have lunch with Dad before we go?”

I shrugged. Having lunch with the man who was my father-in-law wasn’t something I enjoyed, but if

that was what my angel wanted to do then I was all for it. Cole and Lana were working hard on their

father/daughter relationship and I wanted to help her any way I could. Since Cole had found out we were

having a baby, and a daughter in particular, he had started trying even harder. The reality of becoming a

grandfather was making that old man grow up fast.

“Anything you want, Angel.”

The anger seemed to fade from her whisky eyes. “Anything I want?” she murmured, her eyelashes

lowering to hide those eyes that I never failed to get drunk in. She was my addiction now. My only

addiction.

My body hardened and my heart started galloping. “I promised Nik…” I started.

Lana reached for the baby monitor on the coffee table, waving it at me. “I need you, Drake.” She

lowered her head and brushed her lips over my ear, her teeth sinking into my lobe. “Please, babe? I need

you deep inside of me. Making me wet. Making me beg. My nails scratching down that big back. That dick

stroking every inch of my pussy…”

“Fuck, Angel,” I growled, standing with her in my arms in one smooth movement. “You’re going to kill

me.”

Chapter 4

Shane

Hearing my girl scream in fright was a mixture of heaven and hell for me. I knew that nothing around

us was real, that there was nothing in the park that could or would hurt her. I knew just as well that she was having the time of her life. But the man in me, the part of me that was conditioned to protect her from

everything in life, was on edge. Ready to destroy the man in the mask who was causing the screams coming

from Harper’s fuck-me lips.

“Dude!” Linc yelped as we went around the next corner in the
Resident Evil 2
—the game, not the movie

—haunted house. Sorry, no Alice here, people. “Fucking yeah!”

I snickered at how high he jumped as one of the zombies lunged at him before turning in the other

direction to startle the group a few feet behind us. For all his muscles, brawn, and all around bad-ass

attitude, Linc was terrified of the fantasy world of
Resident Evil
. The Lickers were the worst for him and I watched as he grabbed my sister’s hand and seemed to cling to it as they walked ahead of us through the

maze.

Behind me walked Harper holding hands with Dallas, while Axton brought up the rear. I wanted to take

the lead in front of Harper to have a little peace of mind of what she was walking into, but it wasn’t

working. I was sure that Axton was only straggling behind so he could check out Dallas’s ass. I didn’t care if I was right or not. Having my friend in the rear gave me a fraction more comfort, because I knew that he would protect not only Dallas but Harper from any hidden danger.

When we were finally out of the first haunted house/maze for the night, I sucked in a relieved breath.

We had walked through every house the last two nights, just as we were going to do tonight, but it was a

different experience each time. And tonight was made even more special for Harper because she had Dallas

to explore them with.

After the first night I had wondered what I was thinking, setting this up for three fucking nights in a

row. Between the stress of Harper’s screams—delightfully frightened—and the gore, I was going on nerves

alone tonight. But I knew why I had done this. It was the reason I did anything now.

She was now walking arm in arm with her best friend toward a vender to get a beer. The melodic sound

of her giggles made something curl inside of my heart that was both comforting and painful. I stopped

walking and just watched the woman who owned me heart and soul. So beautiful, so perfect. So…
mine
.

Axton’s hand pounded me on the back before squeezing my shoulder. “This has got to be the most

fucked up bachelor party I’ve ever been to with you, man. But I have to say I’m having a blast.”

I grinned. “Could it be the sudden change in scenery that makes it so fun?” I asked, nodding my head in

Dallas’s direction.

“Fuck yeah.” His gaze went back to the girls, now carrying two light-up glasses of beer each.

“Here, babe.” Harper handed me one of her extra glasses.

“Thanks, beautiful,” I murmured, dropping a kiss on her lips before taking a sip of the offered beer.

“Do I get a beer?” Axton asked Dallas who was still holding onto her second glass.

Dallas raised a brow. “Depends. You want to drink it or wear it?”

“Drinking sounds like the better option.” He stepped back, however, when she took a step forward. We

all knew that she was more likely to pour it over his head than let him drink one drop.

“Dallas, please play nice,” Harper scolded, taking the beer from her friend and handing it over to Ax.

“It’s too early for Axton to smell like draft. Maybe later.”

Natalie and Linc finished getting their own beers and joined us. Jesse was supposed to join us later, but

I wasn’t going to hold my breath that he actually made it. If I had Layla to snuggle up to back at the hotel I would have a hard time leaving too. I hated that Drake wasn’t able to join us though, but knew that between the temptation to drink and being without Lana he would have been miserable out here with us.

“What house should we go to next?” Natalie asked, taking a big gulp from her beer mug. I was still

getting used to her drinking. When she had turned twenty-one a few months ago Drake and I had both

started freaking because she was going to the clubs with Linc more and more. If she had been going out with anyone else we probably would have stepped in and done something, but we knew she was safe with

Linc. He wasn’t going to touch her like that, and we knew he would keep anyone else from sniffing around

too.

Up until she had moved to New York after the crazy stunt that my baby sister, Jenna, had pulled and my

stepmother had nearly had me arrested, neither Drake nor I had ever had any brotherly/sisterly affection for Natalie. Then she moved in with Linc and Dallas and started working for Emmie. The three of us had

gotten to know each other, and all those overprotective instincts that we still had for Em transferred over to our sister. It felt like we had always been a part of each other’s lives.

“The
American Werewolf in Paris
is just down that street.” Harper pointed to the right and I swallowed my groan. It wasn’t particularly scary, but there was one part of the maze that had a man with his insides

popping out from being attacked by a werewolf.

“Sounds good to me.” Linc pulled out his Front of Line Pass that would get us into the shorter line.

Without our FLPs, we would have spent hours waiting in line to walk through a house/maze that only took

less than five minutes to experience.

I wrapped my arm around Harper’s waist and we fell into step behind Linc and Natalie as we headed for

the next haunted house/maze. “Having a good time, beautiful?” I asked.

“This is perfect, Shane.” She leaned her head against my shoulder as we walked. “Thanks for doing this

for me.”

My fingers tightened on her side. “Anything for you, beautiful.” I kissed her and swallowed the rest of

my beer before tossing the plastic cup in the next trashcan.

We walked by at least a thousand people waiting in line as we headed to the front of the Front of Line

Pass line. It was dark outside and no one really paid us any attention so I wasn’t worried that someone

might recognize me or Axton. I wasn’t worried if they did recognize us. It was Harper I stressed about my