Page 62 of Rockstar Baby

“You have your backup charger?”

“Yes,” I called as I opened the closet.

He followed me down the hall. “Emergency fifty?”

“Yes.” I pulled out my denim jacket just in case it got cooler later.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Protection.”

“Aug.”

“What?”

“Do you really want to know how many condoms I have in my purse? I mean, I can show you.”

His eyebrows snapped down. “No. You didn’t steal my fucking stash, did you?”

I laughed. “I bought my own, thank you very much. It is 2019.”

His cheeks flushed. “I don’t want to think about it, but at least you’re being safe.”

My phone buzzed in my hand. “He’s here.”

“And he isn’t coming to the door? Rude.”

“It’s not a date. We’re just going to hang out with some of his friends. If you stop being an overbearing older brother, I’ll even bring you back something from the shop at Happy Acres.”

“Oh. Can you bring me turnovers?”

I laughed. “Maybe. If you go away.”

“Going.” He headed back to the kitchen. “Be careful,” he shouted at me as I slipped out the door.

“I will.” I shook my head as I rushed down the stairs.

Rory’s car was waiting at the end of the drive. His head was bowed, probably looking at his phone.

I slapped the hood of his car and his head jerked up. I smiled at him and for once, waited for him to open the door for me. His eyes went wide as he quickly climbed out out of the car and came around to meet me. His arms went around my waist and I went on my toes to meet him in a feverish kiss.

So much for keeping things friendly.

He gripped my ass, tucking one of his hands into my back pocket. The hard line of his cock bumped against me. He was just as ready for me now as he was last night.

Of course we’d both been denied. And then the moment had been gone.

Evidently, it had come back.

Our kiss spun hotter than the spring sun overhead. His other hand lightly threaded through the waves I’d spent an unhealthy amount of time creating in my hair. Each little pull spurred me on to deepen the kiss until we were both panting.

“You’re gorgeous.” He lifted his thumb to my lower lip I’d stained a deep cherry red. “That mouth is going to get me into so much trouble today.”

I probably should’ve reminded him—and myself—that we had so much more to learn about each other than which sexual position we liked best. Especially after the little famous bomb he’d dropped in the back of the police car. But being with him was too precious.

And fleeting.

I slicked my tongue over my abused lips. “I don’t see a problem with that.”

“You wouldn’t. How the hell am I going to manage to keep all the freaking Manning brothers away from you?”