Bad Boy Rockers #3
Growing up if anyone had told me that by the age of twenty-five I’d be crazy about my best friends little sister, I’d have laughed in their face, but the reality is, I am. Of course she’s beautiful with curves in all the right places, but that’s not all there is to her, and after two years of keeping my distance I’m not willing to do that anymore—I can’t do that anymore. The only problem I can see is her big, domineering brother, Reece…
I’m eighteen years old, the middle one of five girls, with an older brother who thinks he knows best. He’s about to find out that no one but me knows what’s best for me when I go after his best friend, Donovan. I’m not blind and have seen the looks he’s thrown in my direction for the past couple of years, and I’m sick and tired of waiting for him to make his move—a move he probably won’t make without a push from me. I only hope my brother doesn’t do something stupid and ruin his friendship with him because of me…
Models - Assad Shalhoub and Riley Ferguson
Photographer - Eric Battershell
Cover Designer - Wicked by Design
Prologue One ~ Mara
Watching my brother leave with his girl makes me want to pack my bags and follow him—anything other than staying here with him. I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember. Yeah, I had a schoolgirl crush on him, but my feelings have grown into something more—into love. My heart breaks every time he says something that I don’t want to hear. Like he doesn’t want me here, well, that is something I know already without him shouting it at me. I mean he’s been the most un-hospitable person ever.
Turning up on his doorstep in tears, you’d think that he’d have hugged me, but not Donovan. He’d clenched his jaw, opened the door wider so I could enter and then asked “What have you done now, Mara?” because it was me. I’d needed a hug and I’d needed someone to listen to me, but he wasn’t willing to do either.
Ever since I turned sixteen he’s kept his distance and always stays well out of my way when he comes home with the guys and visits with Reece. It hurts. It hurts a lot.
Out of the three musketeers, Donovan is the most laid back, but not with me. With me, he acts like I have the plague or something.
Since the door shut behind my brother, Donovan’s been standing across the room alternatively glaring at me and looking out of the window.
My bedroom is calling because all I want to do is lock myself away and cry. He’s never going to look at me the way I want him to. I can’t stay here anymore. I’ve only been here a few days, but I can’t stay here and watch him be with someone else. It’ll hurt too much. And he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want me and never will.
A tear escapes as I quickly get to my feet and make for my room.
“Mara . . .”
I stop with my hand on the door handle refusing to look back at him. “What?”
Goose bumps form on my arms as I feel him walk up behind me, a breath away from touching me. It’s difficult to breathe with him being so close. I rest my forehead against the door as Donovan surrounds me with his heat, resting his forearms at either side of my head causing his chest to rest softly against my back.
“Mara . . . I’m going to move out.” He clears his throat. “I’ve already found somewhere so I’ll be leaving in about a week.”
My breath catches in my throat because I wasn’t expecting him to say that.
“It’s not right, us both living here together without Reece being here. People will get the wrong idea . . . Mara, please look at me.”
Shaking my head, a shiver wracks my body when he nuzzles my hair from my face and breathes on my neck. It feels as though he’s about to kiss me or it might be wishful thinking on my part.
“I’m too old for you,” he whispers so close to my ear that lightening shoots straight to my core and my nipples pucker, desperate for his touch. “Mara,” he trails along my neck with his lips, “are you listening to me?” He nips my earlobe with his teeth as his hand lands on my hip.
“Mmm,” I reply, breathless.
Releasing the handle, I place both my hands on the door in front of me and push back slightly, making full body contact with Donovan, who sounds as though the air has just left his body. He’s solid against me. Rock hard and I don’t just mean his abs.
The hand on my hip slides around and he splays his fingers against my belly, which is fluttering with butterflies. His other hand covers mine on the door as our fingers entwine. I’ve never felt so hot, wet, aching and aroused.
Donovan drops his head to the curve of my neck and breathes—heavily. “You’re killing me.”
He briefly presses me closer to him before letting me go, albeit reluctantly.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. It won’t happen again,” he apologizes and then I hear his bedroom door slam shut.
My tears start to flow from my eyes as I slowly push my way into my bedroom and closing the door behind me, I lie across the bed and cry.
Now I know he isn’t indifferent to me, it’s going to hurt all the more knowing he isn’t willing to do anything about it.
Prologue Two - Donovan
I slam into my bedroom and just stand in the middle of the room not knowing what the fuck to do with myself. I promised Reece I’d stay away from his sister and what do I go and do? I go and practically pin her to the door with every intention of loving her. Loving her.
She’s Reece’s baby sister and is a total no. I’ve managed to keep her at a distance for years, but the fact is, she drives me totally insane and only has to look in my direction to give me an erection from hell. She thinks or rather thought that I don’t like her, but the truth is I’m fucking obsessed with her. I’m obsessed with an eighteen year old virgin . . . at least I presume she’s a virgin. I scowl at the thought of anyone else touching her because she belongs with me. Dammit to hell!
Dropping down on top of my bed, I catch my breath because I’d forgotten about the problem in my jeans, which I refuse to take care of myself. If I took care of it I wouldn’t get the relief that I’d get between her sexy thighs so why settle for second best.
My erection throbs so rolling over onto my back I hope for some kind of relief while I clear my thoughts of Mara. Sweet Mara.
Jumping up from the bed and grabbing my gym bag, I walk back out into the living area and hunt around for my sneakers, which I kicked off when I’d crashed out on the sofa last night.
Spotting them under one of the stools at the breakfast bar, I drop my bag and I’m about to reach for them when I spot Mara standing just outside her bedroom door watching me.
Wondering what the hell is going through her mind as she continues to watch me, I reach down and collect my sneakers, tossing them into my bag.
She looks lost, which makes my heart drop like lead to my feet. All I want to do is walk over to where she’s standing and wrap her up in my arms and tell her I’m never letting go, but instead, I turn my back on her pretending to look for my keys, which I know are in the dish by the door.
“Donovan, you can stop ignoring me. I know this is awkward, but it’s only a week, right? We’re both adults so I’m sure we can act like it.” She turns away, but not before I watch her wipe a tear from her face. Making me feel like the biggest jerk around.
After promising Reece I’d stay away from his little sister three years ago, I’d gone and lead with my heart, earlier and now she can’t even look at me, and I’ve upset her. If she has any of the feelings that I have for her then she’s feeling crushed as though a vice is crushing her heart because that’s how I’m feeling.
“Mara . . .”
“Please Donovan. Let’s just try and forget what happened earlier and move on. I start college on Monday so I’ll make new friends my own age. You don’t have anything to worry about.” She disappears into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Make friends my own age. You don’t have anything to worry about.
Her words have frozen me to the spot as I feel my anger slowly rising. I’ll kill any fucker who so much as looks in her direction and look they will, with her long dark hair, slim curvy figure and legs that seem to go on for miles even though she’s shorter than me. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and the only woman that’s ever taken root in my heart apart from my mother. She’s also the only woman that I can’t be with, and that tears me in two.