Sizzle (Bad Boy Rockers) (Volume 1)(39)

I laughed. There was nothing else for it. “How did you hear and yes I’m a guy. My fist has had a lot of use.”

“Oh my God. I can’t believe you just told me that,” she mumbled through her hands, which were once again covering her face in embarrassment. I just roared with laughter.

“How did you hear, Thalia?”

Coming out from behind her fingers, she looked away, out into the distance, but would be unable to see anything because it was pitch black. “I overheard you in the kitchen with your dad. I was on my way in for breakfast when I heard you both shouting, so I thought it best to stay out...I wanted to go after you when you left to make sure you were okay.”

I smiled at her, she was beautiful inside and out. “Then I came back and nearly had you in the kitchen.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” she whispered.

My cock was hard and I was in danger of having zipper marks permanently imprinted along its length.

Standing, I walked to the kitchen door, then turned my head to look back at Thalia. “Don’t go anywhere. I’m just going to get something to eat. Do you want anything?”

She shook her head. “No I’m fine, thanks. Your dinner’s in the microwave.”

I froze at her words.

She looked embarrassed. “I made you some pasta with Italian sauce. I hope it’s okay. Liam told me you’d be home to eat so I made you the same as me.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Thanks.” I turned and walked into the kitchen, letting the door close behind me. She’d totally stunned me. I didn’t think anyone since I was a kid had saved me dinner if I wasn’t there to eat it at the correct time.





Chapter 30


Thalia


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From the look on his face, I’d surprised Jack when I’d told him about his dinner being in the microwave. Hadn’t anyone done that for him before? The way his family treated him made me want to cry. Even my own family left me food in the microwave if I was late home.

I smiled remembering the look on Jack’s face when he’d appeared out of the blue just as I’d finished my conversation with Callie. He’d enjoyed overhearing me, much to my embarrassment. Well at least it solved the problem of what to do about Mia’s plan.

He certainly had no shame, telling me about using his fist. I blushed again, thinking about it, about his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down. I wanted to touch him like that and not just with my hand.

At that last thought, Jack pushed his way out through the door with his dinner in one hand and two beers in the other.

He put his plate down on the table, passing me one of the beers.

“Thanks.”

“Why are you pink?” he asked me, taking his seat again.

I gave him a wicked grin, which stopped him in mid-drink. “I was thinking about you stroking your cock.”

He started to choke.

Jumping up, I ran around the table and patted him on the back, but he gently pushed me away. After coughing his guts up he looked at me. “You better sit back down, because I’m in no condition to have you near me right now.”

“What?”

I looked down and his cock was outlined behind his zipper. “Oh, okay.” I smirked, sitting back down on the swing.

“Oh boy,” he said picking up his plate of food. “Tell me about you, about where you grew up. What your family is like.”

My family pissed me off whenever I was home. At a distance we got along real well, but together – a total no no. “I have parents who still treat me as though I’m in high school, which is why I don’t tend to go home that often and usually end up in Texas with Callie. They had me late in life, and I guess have raised me like their parents raised them.”

Leaning back I took a long draw of the beer, pressing the cool bottle to my forehead. “I love them and I know they love me, I just find it stifling. My uncle’s cool though, he’s fifteen years younger than my dad, and I used to love hanging around his house and chilling with my cousin Donna, but she moved away to college and we don’t see each other that often. When she does come home she usually has her boyfriend with her, who treats her like shit.”

Looking out into the night, I sighed. “It makes my uncle sick to see her with him, but what can he do. She says she loves him.” I shrugged my shoulders and looked across to Jack who’d nearly finished eating. “You were hungry.”

“I sure was. Thank you for making me this, I appreciate it. It was damn good.” He looked so cute, grinning with a mouth full of food.

Grinning back, I realized I could spend forever sitting on the porch just watching Jack. My smile slipped.

“Hey,” Jack put his plate back on the table, “why do you suddenly look sad?”

Shaking my head, I turned away. Seconds later he was sitting on the coffee table in front of me with his hands on my face.

He turned me back to look at him. There were mere inches between us as he caressed my face. My breath caught in my throat and came out in small pants. My nipples were pebbled; my panties were wet, all because he had his hands on my face and his breath on my lips.

“Thalia,” he said as he moved in to kiss me.

I quickly moved my face out of the way, which had his lips landing on my cheek. He paused before leaving a trail of kisses from my cheek down to my neck. Reaching up I ran my fingers through his hair and felt his hands shake on my neck.