The Rocker's Babies (The Rocker 6)

As my thumb reached the slit of her ass, she shuddered, kissing me harder. I didn’t linger, but went lower, dampening my fingers with her dampness that was running down my thighs. She was soaking wet from her two orgasms and the third one that was so close. When my fingers were drenched, I spread her ass checks wide and thrust one finger inside.

“Another,” she demanded breathlessly. “Please, another one.”

My balls tightened at her plea and I added another finger to her tight hole. “Is that what you want, baby?”

“No.” She shook her head, her eyes wild with passion. “I want you there.”

I swallowed my groan. “You sure about that, baby? You think you can take me there tonight?” But I already knew the answer. Emmie was wild in bed, and anal was something she craved almost as much as I did.

“Please, fuck my ass.”

“You know I’ll give you anything you want, Em.” I pushed her back onto the mattress and she rolled onto her stomach before lifting onto all fours. Damn, didn’t she know that just seeing her like that made me ready to explode?

Quickly I reached for the drawer of my bedside table and the lube that I kept there. My dick was already soaking wet, but I wasn’t going to risk hurting her. As hard as I was I would stretch her to her limits. I poured a generous amount into my hand and rubbed it along my length before squirting some along the seam of her ass. Tossing the bottle aside I reached back into the drawer and pulled out the little glove that I knew would drive her over the edge even faster than my dick filling her most sacred of places.

I moved behind Emmie on the bed, positioning myself where she wanted me the most. She whimpered as the tip skimmed over the seam of her ass. “Nik...!” She pushed back against me, taking me in.

I bit back a curse. The tightness from that dark, forbidden place was bringing me close to the edge fast. I bent over her back, holding onto her waist with one hand and using the gloved hand to torment her clit. A keening cry filled the room before she bit her lip to keep from letting it escape again for fear of waking anyone.

“Damn, you’re so tight, baby,” I muttered, kissing her shoulder. “Move for me, Em. Set the pace.”

“I’m close, Nik,” she whimpered. “I’m not going to last if you keep touching me with that vibrating glove.”

I grinned. “Then you should have told Harper you didn’t want it.” Harper had given Emmie and Layla a whole box of toys since we hadn’t gotten into the whole sex club scene like she had gotten Lana and Drake into. “I’ll throw it away first thing in the morning.”

“No!” she cried. “It’s my favorite.”

“What do you like so much about it, baby?” I whispered, touching her with the vibrating tip of my middle finger. “The silkiness of the glove or the pulsing tips?”

“Both,” she whimpered again, her hips rocking back and forth, taking me an inch deeper each time. “Ah… Mmmm… So good. It’s so good.”

“Faster,” I commanded. “Take more.”

“Yes. Oh, yes… AHHH. Nik!” Her pussy was quivering, clenching and I could feel it, making her ass tighten around me with the convulsions from her release.

“Don’t stop, Em. I want you to come again before I fill you up.” She was trembling but she didn’t dare stop, greedy for another orgasm as much as I was to give it to her. She rocked faster, taking me to the hilt before pulling forward until only the tip was still inside. I stroked her clit faster, adding just a little more pressure before moving further down until I was pushing three fingers inside of her dripping pussy.

“That’s it. Right there,” she panted.

“Come for me, Emmie,” I pleaded. I was so close that it was hurting not to let myself come, but I wasn’t going to let go until she was mindless with one more release.

“Almost… Oh… Yes, Nik. Yes….” She buried her face in the mattress to muffle her scream as she came hard one last time, taking me with her.

I dropped onto my back beside her and pulled her across my chest. We were at the opposite end of the bed but that didn’t matter as we both fell into a deep, satisfaction-filled sleep.

Chapter 16

Jesse

I was half asleep when I heard her laugh.

The sound was so full of life and happiness that I turned over on the poor excuse for a cot that some nurse with an attitude had brought to me just a few minutes after Emmie had left the night before. I’d been able to finally fall asleep around three this morning, twisted like a pretzel because my body was so much bigger than the little cot. Layla had been snoozing soundly by then. I had spent an hour just sitting on the edge of her bed, tracing my fingers over her beautiful face because I knew she loved when I did that and I couldn’t keep from not touching the reason I kept breathing.

“What’s funny, baby?” I asked, wiping the sleep out of my eyes with the heels of my hands.

“I’m just going through the pictures on your phone that someone took of you and the babies,” she told me, another laugh in her voice. “Seriously, some of the faces the boys are making remind me of you… Not necessarily in a good way.”

“Hey!” I grumbled and stood up, reaching for my iPhone. “Don’t be mean, woman. I’ve seen some of your traits in those two little demons too. Not all good…” I dropped a kiss on her lips, lingering for a moment to get my fill of her taste. “…but most of them are.”

“Good to know,” she said and grinned. Her eyes were half closed. She looked exhausted even after a full night’s sleep. The doctor had said that was normal, but I hated seeing the woman who was normally so full of energy and life barely able to keep her eyes open. “I’m hungry. All they want to feed me is Jell-O and broth and weak-ass tea.”

“What do you want to eat, baby?” I sat down carefully on the edge of her bed, rubbing my fingers up and down her smooth arm. “I’ll have Emmie pick you up anything you want and bring it with her. She should be on her way by now.”

“It’s breakfast time, Jesse. I don’t want breakfast.” She yawned, closing her eyes tiredly. “Maybe she can get it later.”

I rolled my eyes because I knew she couldn’t see me. “Tell me what you want, woman.”

Her lips twitched but she didn’t open her eyes. “A huge bowl of spaghetti and meat balls from Angelo’s. With crispy salad and lots of buttery breadsticks. It’s okay though. I can wait until dinner time. Spaghetti for breakfast is a little much.”