Free The Rocker That Holds Me by Terri Anne Browning Page A

head and pulled them over his eyes. “This is nice.” He moved his arm so that my head was pillowed on his shoulder instead of the rolled up beach towel I had been using. His chest was cold to me but I snuggled closer until my head was on his chest. “Let’s buy a house on the beach. Not that one, but something similar to it. Bigger.”
    I let my arm wrap around his waist, content to be in his arms. “Really?”
    He nodded. “I like the beach. And you seem happy here. We can’t live in a tour bus and hotel rooms forever, Em. Especially now.” His fingers stroked up and down my arm. “Would you like to live in Florida or California?”
    “I don’t care.” And I didn’t. As long as I had everyone that I loved with me, I could have lived in a cardboard box for all I cared.
    “I’ll call Rich later and have him find us a realtor. I want us to have our own house before the summer is over. And I want to tell him that the tour for the fall is off. We can’t be traveling so much with you seven months pregnant.”
    My head snapped up. “Wait. What? You can’t cancel the tour.”
    “Sure I can. You can’t tour with us that pregnant, Em. And I’m not going to leave you at home like that. Rich will get over it.” He made it sound so reasonable, but it only made me feel guilty. He was canceling something huge, for me. I couldn’t let him make sacrifices like that.
    “Nik…”
    He pushed my sunglasses up into his hair. “Don’t argue with me, Emmie. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. There are more important things than a stupid fucking tour.”
    I think I fell in love with him all over again in that moment. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I went back to resting my head against his hard muscled chest. “Whatever you say, Nik.”
    “That’s right, woman.” We both laughed and then I felt his lips in my hair. “Let’s take a nap. I’m exhausted.”
    “Good idea.” I shifted so that my leg was entwined with both of his.
    “Then we can go get some dinner.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he massaged my scalp. “Just you and me.”
    That had my head rising again. “Like…a date?”
    There was a smile on his perfect, kiss me lips. “Just like a date, baby girl.”

Chapter 12
    How was it that I had no clothes to wear?
    I have jeans, and shirts, and underwear. But I have nothing that I would deem sexy, or date worthy. The jeans were expensive but old, with tears that were not supposed to be there, and frayed from so many washes. My shirts were all tee shirts and nine out of ten of them had Demon’s Wings logos on them. My bras and panties are all cotton and the least sexy things I have ever seen.
    With a sob I flop on my bed and stare at my now disaster of a room. All my clothes have been tossed from my cases around the room. There is even a bra hanging from the head of my bed.
    I can’t go out on my first date with Nik, fuck my first date EVER in jeans and a tee shirt!
    There was a sharp tap on my closed bedroom door before it opened and N ik stuck his head in. “Hey babe, you ready..?” His voice trailed off and his eyes got huge when he saw the mess I had made of my room in the last fifteen minutes. “Em?”
    Another sob escaped me. “I have nothing to wear.”
    His brows rose in that adorable way I love so much and he walked fully into the room. “Your room suggests differently, baby. What’s the matter?”
    “All I have is stupid jeans and most of my shirts have Demon’s Wings logos on them. I don’t own one freaking dress! Not even a skirt. All my panties are made of cotton and my bras are boring.” I grabbed my pillow and hugged it against my chest.
    He cocked his head to the side. “And you want a dress and skirts, and underwear that aren’t boring? Although to tell you the truth that bra hanging from your bed post is pretty fucking hot.”
    I shot him a glare. “ I want something I can wear on our date that you will want to tear off of me with