Rock Chick Revenge (Rock Chick #5)(145)

Marilyn and Sofia stared at him.

“Is that understood?” Luke barked.

They jumped at his tone then nodded, as anyone would.

Ho-ly shit.

Luke looked at my Mom. “It’s up to Ava what she wants to tell you about her troubles. She doesn’t feel like sharin’, that’s her choice. You’ll deal with it. I hear you don’t, it’s not gonna make me happy.”

“But –” Mom cut in, she looked confused, shell-shocked and as if she didn’t know how to feel.

Luke leaned forward a bit at the waist and thankfully Mom went quiet.

“Take your daughter to breakfast,” Luke said in a low warning tone that said he was, quite simply, done. Then he looked at me. “Breakfast doesn’t go your way, beautiful, you call me, I’ll send someone to get you.”

“Okay,” I whispered but I had a feeling breakfast was going to go my way.

His arm got tight and his voice got quiet as he ordered, “Walk me to my car.”

Without looking back, we walked to the Porsche. He turned and leaned against it, pulling me between his legs and into his arms.

“Your f**kin’ sisters,” he swore, his eyes on my house and I could tell he was still angry.

I leaned into him, putting my hands on chest. He took in a breath and looked down at me.

“You’re like a flower that grew through a crack in the sidewalk,” he told me.

I didn’t say a word, couldn’t. I’d forgotten how to speak.

“I want you checkin’ in,” he demanded.

“Okay,” I said, finding my voice.

“We would stay at the loft tonight but –”

“I know,” I cut him off.

“After this shit is over, I’ll have blinds put in.”

“Okay,” I repeated.

“You gonna be able to get through breakfast?”

I nodded and told him. “I think I owe you again.”

“Yeah. You’re rackin’ up quite a debt,” he bent his head and touched my lips then his body relaxed and his face went soft. “I like it,” he muttered.

For some crazy reason, tears started to fill my eyes and Luke saw them.

“Babe.”

I put my hands to either side of his neck. “Thank you.”

His arms went tight and his forehead came to mine. “You just paid off this particular debt.”

At that announcement, I melted into him.

“You still owe me,” he went on.

I smiled because I didn’t mind, not one bit. “I think I like it that you protect me,” I confided, don’t ask me why, I just did.

It was a good thing to do.

“Ava,” he whispered, his face soft, his eyes ultra warm, his arms getting even tighter.

“No one’s done that, not like that. Not even Dad.”

“Beautiful –”

“Thank you, Luke.”

“You already said that.”

“I wanted you to know I meant it.”

One of his arms stayed wrapped around my waist, the other hand slid into my hair and his mouth came to mine. “You’re clear,” he said against my lips.

“Clear?”

“You just cleared all your debt.”

Oh… my… God.

“Really?” I asked.

He nodded.

He was The Best Guy Ever.

“You’re still makin’ yourself come while I’m inside you tonight.”

Oh yeah, I was definitely going to be doing that and I was looking forward to it.

I licked my lips which meant I licked his lips and his eyes went ink.

“Fuck, you’re somethin’ else,” he muttered and I could tell he meant this in a good way, a very good way and happy vibes shot through me.

“You don’t think I’m weak and spineless for not standing up to my sisters?”

“Been wanting to say a few things to them for years, so no. I’m f**kin’ glad you gave me the opportunity.”

I love you, I thought but did not say.

Something shifted on his face as I thought this but whatever it was I couldn’t read it. Whatever it was, it was profound, it was raw and it was beautiful. I could swear he guessed my thoughts and he liked them.

My knees gave out and he took my weight without a word said between us.

After a few beats, my voice sounding husky, I said, “You better go.”

“Yeah. Be safe, be smart and don’t let them give you any shit.”

“Okay,” I said again. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I told him.

“Babe.” He gave me a half-grin, thankfully breaking the moment, right before he touched his lips to mine. I pressed in, my arms sliding around his neck and his lip touch turned into a full on make out session.

Then he let me go, set me on my jelly legs, rounded the car, got in and he was gone.

I walked back into my house and when I got into the living room I knew everyone had been watching.

Mrs. Stark was smiling at me, huge and happy.

Surprisingly, my Mom was too.

Marilyn and Sofia looked jealous as all hell.

That made me smile.

“All righty then,” I declared. “Breakfast.”

Chapter Twenty-Six