The Rocker Who Wants Me by Terri Anne Browning

Author:Terri Anne Browning [Browning, Terri Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Teen & Young Adult, Contemporary Fiction
Amazon: B00MAST39Y
Publisher: Anna Henson
Published: 2014-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

Dallas

My phone was ringing. With a groan I lifted my head and then fell back against my pillows as soon as my forehead connected with the bed above my roost. “Motherfucker!” I cried as I rubbed the knot already swelling on my head like a demon’s horn.

From under my pillow my phone continued to ring. I would have ignored it if it had been any other ring tone, but not that one. Still rubbing at my tender scalp I swiped my finger over the screen of the iPhone and put it to my ear. “Harp, I miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Harper rushed to assure me. I hadn’t talked to her in a few days, and it never failed to make me sad to hear her voice. For so many years she had been just down the hall from my room. I could have seen her any time of the day if I wanted to. Now I knew that I had taken that for granted and I missed that bitch with every fiber of my being.

“I just talked to Linc,” Harper went on to inform me, not bothering to draw out her reasons for calling.

At the mention of Linc, I lifted my phone from my ear long enough to glance at the time. Just after three in the afternoon. I noticed that the bus was no longer moving and figured we had reached our destination. Orlando. The good news about being in Orlando was that we would be staying for two nights, which meant that we would have hotel rooms for the duration. Which meant a hot shower. Which meant room service. And a real, honest-to-God bed.

The silence on the bus told me that everyone else was off the bus and probably already checked into the hotel. Probably settling in and eating a meal that hadn’t been nuked in the microwave. Ugh, less than two days on the road and I was already missing home-cooked meals and actual plumbing. Or maybe it was just me being a crabby bitch because I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. Or really, this morning.

I bit into my bottom lip as I remembered the night before. Of having sex with Axton in a janitor’s closet/office. The feeling of completeness that had hummed through me as we had just held onto each other afterwards. Then both of our cells had started going off like angry bees. Axton’s call had been from Wroth who had been ready to head back to the buses. Mine had been from Natalie, letting me know that Liam was in some serious pain after hobbling around stage for several hours. By the time we met Wroth and Marissa out front, Linc had been with them along with Zander.

There was no hiding the obvious evidence of what Axton and I had been up to. My hair had been a total mess, my clothes still kind of haphazardly hanging off of me. The fact that Axton had his arm around me had been the nail in the coffin and Linc had not been happy with me.

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