Pretty Little Hellion (Rocker Universe: Pretty Little #3)

4. Hayat

Chapter Four

Hayat

I was spread out on the long end of the sectional, my head on Sparks’s lap while he absently twirled my curls around his fingers, his attention split between what was on TV and playing a game on his phone. Like Abi, my guys tended to play with my wild hair without even realizing they were doing it. As if it was impossible not to touch my curls. To me, it was a silent way of showing me how much they loved me.

Jamie massaged my feet. Only an hour before, he’d painstakingly taken the time to paint my toenails, making sure to get them perfect. His meticulous, loving care of every inch of my body was enough to make me fall in love with him over and over every day.

Ky sat on the floor in front of me, his head leaned back, pillowed on my stomach, while I unconsciously stroked my fingers through his dark hair. Every few minutes, he would release a contented breath or turn his head so he could kiss the exposed skin of my belly.

Sparks had turned on some reality crime show, but it was mostly just background noise. The lights were off, with only the glow from the overheard pool and the TV mounted on the wall. Ky was half asleep, his lids drooping from a combination of the ambient pool and the soft scrape of my nails on his scalp.

When my phone pinged with a new text message, I was reluctant to answer it at first. Mostly because I figured it was one of my parents asking if I was coming “home” later or not. Peeking at the screen, I saw it was the group text I had going on with Abi and Sammy. Both of them were still in town.

Abi wanted to wait to leave for her honeymoon until after Autumn’s Slumber played our first gig Thursday night. Sammy and her husband had also stuck around, working remotely until her brother and Abi left.

Abi: I need a girls’ night out with my besties. I don’t even know when I will get to see Hayat after tomorrow night since we leave right after for our honeymoon.

Abi: Please. Please. Pretty, pretty, pretty please!!!!!!!

Sammy: What club? I’ll do a recon on the security to make sure it’s safe.

Abi: eye roll emoji

Abi: Vaughn already did. He said it was fine. As long as he and Elias get to go.

Abi: pouty face emoji

Me: A girls’ night typically means no guys. It’s an all-chick party. No dicks allowed.

Abi: I told Vaughn that. And I reminded him Sammy would be with us. But he won’t relent. However, we have reached a compromise. He and Elias will keep their distance.

Sammy: Riiiiight.

I laughed, hearing her drag the word out in my mind.

“What’s funny, Hellion?” Jamie asked, pressing his thumb into the arch of my right foot, causing me to moan in pleasure.

Fuck, a girl could get addicted to this kind of daily pampering.

“Abi and Sammy want to go out. A last girls’ night before they both leave.”

Ky’s head snapped up, and he turned those storm-cloud gray eyes on me. “What club?”

“I dunno,” I told him with a shrug. “But Vaughn already made sure it was safe.”

Sitting up, I kissed the top of Ky’s head before smacking one on both Sparks’s and Jamie’s cheeks. Hopping to my feet, I practically bounced to my room, already texting the other two back.

Me: Getting ready now. Text me address. XO!

Sammy: Your men coming with? I don’t think Cartel Prince Charming will let you join us without him. They can come if you want them to. Elias likes the company. Vaughn isn’t much of a conversationalist. He mostly answers in grunts.

Abi: Vaughn promised to be on his best behavior.

Sammy: Mmmkay. Gonna pretend I believe that you believe that, Abs. ETA at the club in ninety minutes. Kisses!

Shaking my head at Sammy’s last text, followed by one from Abi with the club’s address, I walked into my closet and started sorting through the many, many, many options Jamie had stocked it with for me. Sammy had become a close friend without my even realizing it over the past few weeks. There was something about her that made people nervous, but all I saw when I looked at her was a person who would risk her own life for those she loved most.

It had touched me when she’d announced she and her husband wouldn’t be returning to Creswell Springs until after the first Autumn’s Slumber show. Not just because of Abi sticking around for it either. Sammy wanted to be there to support me.

Tossing my pajama shorts aside for fresh panties, baggy black sweatpants, a neon-green sports bra, and one of my favorite zip-up white hoodies, I walked into the bathroom to check my hair. Debating on makeup, I went with a little tinted moisturizer and a few swipes of mascara before adding gloss to my lips.

Phone in hand, I left my room and stopped short when I got to the living room. All three of my guys were dressed and ready to go. Jamie had tossed on jeans and a black button-up shirt that was half undone, showing some of the ink on his chest. Only one side of the shirt was tucked into his jeans, leaving the tail of the other side free. His dark blond hair was pulled back into a man bun that had me biting my lip.

Ky had on black slacks with a button-up that was almost the same shade as my eyes. He, too, had left the top few buttons undone. It was a sexy look on both of them, and I liked looking at every inch of my rockers. But I didn’t share well. At least not where they were concerned. And if I was feeling a little more territorial over Ky…

Well, he only had himself to blame.

Sparks twirled a set of keys on his index finger, looking laid-back in his jeans and a white muscle shirt that showed off his defined arms and all that ink, including the one that labeled him part of the PCC. He was no longer in the cartel, but now that I knew he’d had to meet with his brother and father to help keep Sixx out of the fight clubs, I worried they might try to drag him back into that business.

His hair was thicker on top, the jet-black locks holding a slight curl. He’d used a little product to keep it pushed back from his forehead. A gold chain hung low around his neck, the front of the shirt tucked into his jeans, showing off his leather belt. I could almost hear the snap of the leather as he jerked it from the loops with a crack. Fighting a whimper—and the urge to text Abi I was bailing—I bypassed them on my way to the door.

“Night, boys. I promise not to be out too late.” I wiggled my fingers at them before opening the door.

Jamie’s laugh held a dark edge to it that my body responded to instantly. Nothing about it suggested he was amused. Moving in quick strides, he backed me into the door, his palm slamming against the thick wood above my head. “You even think about walking out that door without us, Hellion, and your ass will be red for days.”

He skimmed his nose over mine. I could practically taste the mint of his toothpaste and leaned in for a kiss, but he pulled back, denying me. His hands caught hold of either side of my waist, jerking me forward, away from the door, so he could open it. “You got the address, Sparks?”

“Vitucci texted it while I was changing,” Sparks confirmed as we left the apartment.

Ky made sure the door was shut while Jamie hit the call button for the elevator.

Huffing, I pouted to hide my pleased smile. “It’s just a girls’ night out.”

“You can have your girls’ night while we watch,” Ky said, his tone more than a little grumpy as he punched in the code that would take us straight to the garage.

Sparks was the only one who seemed relaxed on the descent to the garage. Catching me looking at him, he winked, still twirling his keys around his finger. “You look gorgeous, goddess.”

Unable to tear my gaze from him, I crooked my finger at him. With a wicked grin, he pushed Jamie aside and boxed me into the corner. I got a quick sniff of his delicious cologne before he was devouring my mouth like he hadn’t spent most of the afternoon kissing every part of my body he could get his lips on.

“You two gonna fuck in the elevator, or we going to the club?” Ky asked casually, sounding amused and more than a little turned on.

Sparks lifted his head, those brown eyes of his molten chocolate with a tinge of predator-red. Half dazed, I realized the elevator had stopped, the doors already open. We had made it to the garage.

As fun as letting Sparks fuck me against the elevator wall sounded, I didn’t doubt for a single moment that Abi would come looking for me and haul my ass to the club. Sammy would probably help her, which had a high potential for someone losing a body part in the process.

Sparks dropped one last lingering kiss on my mouth. “Rain check on fucking you in the elevator, goddess.”