Rock Chick Reckoning (Rock Chick #6)(35)

“Two reasons you aren’t gonna get Hector.” Mace’s voice had an edge.

I ignored Mace’s edge and put a hand to one of my hips.

“They are?”

“One, because in about twenty-four hours, he’d have you flat on your back, him on top and both of you would be naked.”

At his words, my body froze, my eyes bugged out, my hands clenched into fists but, either oblivious or uncaring about the shocking insult he just dealt me, Mace kept right on talking.

“He’s itching for it. I can see it in him the way he looks at you. He and I are gonna have words but bottom line, when it comes to you, that’s not gonna happen.”

“You’ve lost your mind,” I breathed.

Mace ignored me. “Reason two is because you’re mine.

End of discussion.”

Not end of discussion.

I decided to start my battle on the first annoying thing he said and advance right on through the rest of it until he got it into his macho, stubborn, effing head!

“I would not sleep with Hector in twenty-four hours!” I snapped.

“Yeah, you would. He’s good. He’s better than Eddie was. Better even than Vance and Vance was a Denver legend.”

I’d lived in Denver a long time. I knew a lot of people, half of them women.

Had to admit, I’d heard of Vance, hel , I’d heard of Eddie (and Lee).

Pre-Rock Chicks, they were al legends.

Focus! My brain shouted at me.

I focused.

“I’m not that type of girl!”

“Kitten, I f**ked you on our first date.” He had me there.

“That never happened before, it only happened because it was you,” I retorted, too swiftly, thus not thinking my words through, as in, not thinking that maybe I shouldn’t say them at al .

He got closer, his hand at my waist slid around my back, his hand at my neck went up and around so his fingers went into my hair and his palm was warm against the base of my neck. The front of his body was touching mine.

Al of that felt real y, really good.

Oh lordy be.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes warm and smiling.

My heart began to beat a bit faster.

Shitsof*ckit!

I real y had to start thinking before I spoke. Or just thinking at all.

“Whatever.” I blew it off as if it was nothing and the smile in his eyes reached his mouth.

Bastard!

“I’m not yours!” I shouted, advancing on to battle number two.

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“Kitten, you are.”

“Nope. Nunh-unh. No way. Never again!” I ended on another shout.

His head dipped, his smile deepened and his eyes got that I’m-gonna-kiss-you look I liked so f**king much.

“God, I missed you,” he muttered and he said it in a way that, again, I didn’t think he meant to say it out loud.

My breath ran away, I didn’t know where, maybe to a different state. Al I knew was, it was gone.

Then there was a pounding on the door.

We both froze.

So much for the fabulous security system. There was someone right at my freaking door!

“Stel a!”

Shit! Eric!

The door handle rattled.

“Open the door! Are you okay?”

Oh, this couldn’t be happening.

Of al the super shitty luck!

Mace’s eyes narrowed on the door and stayed narrowed when they came back to me.

“Who the f**k is that?” he asked.

“Eric,” I answered.

Another angry flash then he swore, “Fuck.” He let me go and moved to the door.

There was more pounding as Mace looked out the peephole. I saw his body register something, his jaw got tight and he looked at me.

“You have got to be shitting me,” he said.

Okay, now I was confused.

“What?” I asked.

Mace shook his head and opened the door.

Eric stood outside and I noted somewhat dazedly that he looked good.

He was tal , about three inches shorter than Mace but stil tal . He had black hair with a fantastic wave to it that, if he let it grow long, it would be curly. Not girlie-curly but man-curly and hot. Instead, he wore it long-ish and it always looked just out of bed messy and, wel , hot. He had intense, black eyes and a lean, muscled body. As I mentioned, he was hot, definitely, but in my eyes, no one was hotter than Mace, even hotter than hot Eric.

Eric saw me first, his concerned face registered relief that I was standing and breathing. He started to take a step toward me but stopped and froze when his eyes hit Mace.

Juno lifted her head and woofed her greeting to Eric from the bed but clearly was too tuckered out from hanging out with the Rock Chicks at The Castle to give it in doggie person. She put her head back down on her paws but her body shook with her tail just to let Eric know she was total y welcome to him coming to her and saying hel o.

Eric didn’t have time for Juno just now. His gaze swung back to me then to Mace. Then he walked in, Mace threw the door to and when it caught the frame, Eric exploded,

“What the f**k is going on? ”

Juno woofed again, not entirely sure what to think about this unusual greeting.

“Eric,” I said quietly.

“Who’s this f**kin’ guy?” Eric asked, jerking his head to Mace.