Free The Rockers' Babies (The Rocker... Series) by Terri Anne Browning

down at the patio table eating steaks that Jesse had grilled when he had
    gotten back from his house. Drake and Mia still weren’t back yet, and I was growing more anxious to talk
    to Harper by the minute. It was insane. I had just seen her that morning, but that was the way it always was with us. When I was on tour I was like a drug addict the entire time I was away from her. My skin crawling, my heart racing, my body shaking until I could kiss her, hold her again.
    I lifted my corn on the cob that Jesse had grilled to perfection and bit into it just as Nik raised his beer.
    “I never thought this day would come. All those years of watching Shane screw anything with a pussy, I
    think we all had given up on him getting married. But here we sit, counting down the hours until the biggest man-whore in rock history puts a ring on his woman’s finger. So let’s take a drink and remember the old
    days. Not necessarily the best days, but still good ones.” They all took a drink from their bottles before Nik raised his beer again. “To my friend and brother: Be happy.”
    “Hear, hear,” everyone echoed, and I downed the rest of my beer to keep from tearing up. I was not
    going to be a pussy tonight.
    Drake returned a few hours later, minus Mia. He looked tired, but he was still grinning when he
    dropped down onto the sectional in the living room where we were all watching some college football. As
    usual the SEC were dominating. Axton and the others had grown up in Tennessee, but had been die-hard
    Alabama fans from the time they were in diapers. Whereas my band brothers and I had grown up in Ohio
    and had followed the Buckeyes forever. Both were dominant football teams, but neither were playing
    tonight, thank fuck.
    Wroth had one of his acoustic guitars with him and was strumming a few chords every now and then. I
    was itching to play too, but my guitars were all back at my house. It had been a few months since we had
    gone on tour, and I was still finding it hard to not be constantly on the road. Not because I missed the road, but because I was so used to playing every day. Lately I had to pick up my Fender and play just so I could
    see if I remembered how to do it.
    “How’s Marissa?” Drake asked Liam during a commercial break.
    Liam shrugged. “She’s good.”
    “She’s watching Harris for Devlin tonight,” Wroth informed us. “Now that the boy’s getting older,
    Devlin wants to take him on tours with us. Rissa is going to tag along and help out with him.”
    My eyes widened. “And you’re okay with that?” Wroth tended to act more like Marissa’s big brother
    than Liam half the time. He had always put his foot down when it came to her touring with the band.
    “I didn’t get a vote,” Wroth bit out.
    “I was going to hire a nanny, but Harris threw a total shit fit. I can’t really blame him.” Devlin smirked.
    “If I were fourteen I wouldn’t want a nanny either. He gets along with Marissa so I figured it would be the best solution. The only one complaining about it is Wroth.”
    “Rissa isn’t like Emmie. She won’t know how to handle five dumbass guys on one bus. Not the way we
    act. Not the way we all whore around.”
    Marissa was wonderful, but I wasn’t so sure if Wroth’s protests were coming from his protective side or
    his possessive one. His family connection with Liam didn’t extend to Marissa, even though it had been
    Wroth’s parents who had practically raised her. Wroth’s mom had been sisters with Liam’s. Marissa had a
    different mother, who had cut and run when she was five. Not long after that their old man had been in an
    accident—his tractor trailer hit some black ice and he skidded over an embankment. Wroth’s mother had
    been the only family Liam had left while Marissa had had no one. Mrs. Niall had plead for custody of the
    girl instead of letting her go into foster care.
    When the conversation turned to something else, I tuned out. My gaze kept going to my phone,