Rock Chick Regret (Rock Chick #7)(86)

I decided that Luke’s mustache was absolutely aces. Normally, a mustache like that on a man (in my personal opinion) would look pretty stupid. On him, it was fantastic.

“Mamita,” Hector muttered and my body jerked as I realized, belatedly, I was staring at Luke Stark’s mouth.

Oh no.

I figured certain sure I was in trouble.

Slowly, I looked up at Hector, expecting to be scorched by a Hector Glare.

Instead, his lips were twitching and he looked like he was having trouble not laughing.

Since I’d been awake for about five minutes and hadn’t had time to decide who I was going to be that morning (Ice Princess, New Sadie, Attitude Sadie, Take Charge Sadie, or some other Sadie perhaps After-A-Night-of-Loads-of-Amazing-Sex-with-Hector-Sadie), my personalities decided for themselves.

Attitude Sadie clicked in and snapped, “What’s funny now?”

I watched as he began to lose the fight with his hilarity.

“You,” he answered.

“What’s funny about me?” Attitude Sadie asked sharply.

“Everything, mamita,” Hector informed me, his eyes still lazy, his smile blazing white, Attitude Sadie having no affect on him at all, whatsoever. “You’re hilarious,” he added.

My eyes narrowed. “I am not hilarious. Especially not at six o’clock in the morning before I’ve had my coffee,” I retorted then, for some bizarre reason, I ranted on. “No. Wait. Never. I’m never hilarious. So, for the last time, stop laughing at me,” I finished on a haughty demand.

“Lover’s spat.” I heard Luke mutter and he sounded amused too. My eyes moved to him upon the unwelcome reminder that we had an audience and embarrassment edged Attitude Sadie into the background as Luke continued, “Time to go.”

Both Luke and Vance were still smiling. Luke’s half-smile had changed to engage his whole mouth and I tried not to look because, at the glance I caught, I knew a good look would definitely get me into trouble.

I decided to attempt to switch to New Sadie because Attitude Sadie was making me the laughingstock of the Hot Bunch.

Apparently everyone thought I was hilarious (except me).

“It’s not a lover’s spat. I just need coffee,” I informed them, trying to sound casual and like I often wandered around in pajamas in a kitchen full of handsome men after a night of sex and a mini-attitude-rant.

Still going for casual and confident, I pulled out of Hector’s arm and went to the coffee. I yanked out the pot, turned and held it up to the boys, asking sweetly, “Warm up? Luke? Vance?”

This gesture, for some reason, produced more amused looks.

Now, really, was it me?

What was so darned funny about offering coffee?

Finally, putting his mug down, Vance said, “Thanks, Sadie, got shit to do.”

Luke followed suit.

I wondered what “shit” they had to do at six o’clock in the morning.

Did these guys ever sleep?

I thought about asking the Rock Chicks, obviously they would know then I decided I didn’t want to know because their answers might scare me.

They said their good-byes, so did I, and Hector followed them to the front door.

I made myself coffee and tried to get my thoughts in order so I didn’t make an even bigger fool of myself.

I had no practice with this kind of situation, waking up after a night of sex and a nocturnal visit from the Zano Family only to find early morning casual company in the form of friends.

Who, I wondered, did? Except Hector, of course, if the last couple of days were anything to go by, this seemed normal for him.

My thoughts were nowhere near ordered (but my coffee was ready) when Hector came back into the kitchen.

I’d turned and leaned against the counter, the mug was mostly to my mouth, when, in another Smooth Hector Move, he got close, pulled the mug out of my hand and placed it on the counter beside me.

“Hey!” I said, looking at my coffee mug. “I was drinking that!”

My head moved around and, before I knew what was happening, Hector kissed me.

It wasn’t a soft, sweet, morning kiss.

It was a fiery, hungry, urgent kiss and, apparently unable to fight it (though, I had to admit, I didn’t try), I melted on the spot.

It went from kissing to kissing and groping and then Hector pulled his flannel shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. His hands went into my camisole at the sides then up my back, trailing heat everywhere they went.

I followed suit, putting my hands up his t-shirt at the back, my fingers roving his hot skin.

All of a sudden, his mouth disengaged, he stepped back and grabbed my hand, turning and dragging me behind him.

I should have said something but I had to concentrate on running to keep up with his long strides. At the stairs, he took them two at a time, pulling me behind him.

Not surprisingly, I stumbled. He turned and caught me, lifting me up, an arm at my waist, one at my knees, he spun and my legs went flying as he hitched me more safely in my arms.

He walked directly to his bedroom and tossed me on his bed.

Yes, tossed me on his bed!

At this, I felt my ni**les go hard and tingles flew through my body on a beeline between my legs where I felt an immediate, delicious wetness invade.

I watched, my breath coming fast, as he tore off his shirt.

I decided to follow suit and tugged off my camisole as he watched while undoing the top buttons of his jeans.