Series: The Devil’s Share #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date: April 21, 2016
Guitarist of the world-famous rock band The Devil’s Share, no one would expect Jackson Cole to have a best friend who’s a girl, but his relationship with Bryan Lawson is too special to endanger with sex…until a different girl—the waifish nine-year-old who claims he’s her father—makes Jacks realize all that truly matters.
Jackson Cole has been called many things: immature, irresponsible, sexy as hell. But one thing he’s never been called is “Dad”—until Child Services shows up on his doorstep with a waifish nine-year-old claiming he’s the father. What’s a rock star to do? Call your best friend, who just happens to be super hot, funny, and even more commitment-phobic than you, and beg her to help. Of course, now that his friend is living in the same house, Jacks is finding it harder and harder to keep his hands to himself.
Bryan Lawson never expected to become pals with a charming, hilarious, breathtakingly handsome rock star, but after they met backstage at one of Jacks’s concerts, she couldn’t stop texting him. He’s just the sort of person she could imagine being with forever, except that, try as she might, she’s never managed to stay interested in a relationship for more than three months. Now that Jacks is a dad, the stakes are much higher. A breakup wouldn’t just ruin their friendship, it would destroy a little girl who’s just learning to love. But maybe also the game has changed.
They both smiled when they saw me, and I ignored the way my heart leapt. “You’re home.” Bryan said it like a statement. Not a question.
I grinned. “Yeah. Turns out I rather be here.”
She held up a large hardbound book. “Landry asked me to read to her and we both kind of lost track of time.” Bryan closed the book and put it on the nightstand. “It’s late sweet girl, we’ll read more tomorrow.”
I walked across the room, leaning down to kiss Landry’s forehead. “Good night, Buttercup.”
We both headed across the hall to my room and collapsed on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Bryan lightly slapped my thigh. “You can go meet back up with Luke, if you want. She’ll be asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. No worries here, if that’s what you came home for.”
“Nah, I’m right where I want to be.” And that was the God’s honest truth.
She was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound in the room was us breathing, each struggling with the right words. Finally she moved to face me, I automatically did the same. “Good. I’m pretty happy where I am right now too.”
She was so damn pretty. I could get lost in those blue eyes of hers. I fought the urge to kiss her plump pink lips. Friends don’t kiss. And we were just friends. Maybe if I said just friends in my head enough times I’d start to believe it. “Want to watch a movie?” I didn’t want her to leave me.
She grinned, a wicked glint in her beautiful eyes. “I have a better idea.”
I shifted closer to her on the bed, playing along. “Oh yeah?”
She bit her bottom lip, nodding.
My dick strained against my zipper. He was still pissed that I’d denied him earlier, not turned on by Bryan’s flirty banter. “What did you have in mind, baby doll?”
She rolled over and grabbed a hot pink bag from the floor beside my bed. “I bought us a present today…”
I shifted onto my stomach, taking the bag from her hands and hiding my massive hard on. I pulled out the tissue paper, tossing it over my shoulder. “What?! You got Zombies 5? I didn’t even know this was out yet!”
She giggled, putting her hand over my mouth. “Shhh…you’re going to wake up Landry and this game is definitely not suitable for children.” She sat up. “I’ll go get ready for bed in Luke’s bathroom.” She paused on her way out the door. “Change clothes. You smell like sex and whiskey.”
“B…I couldn’t, I mean, I didn’t…uh, nothing happened.”
She shook her head, “Jacks, it’s none of my business. I just rather not, um, just shower, okay?”
I nodded. My heart was racing; the distress I felt at her thinking I’d been with someone else was unwelcome. And it was freaking me the fuck out. I was pacing around my room. Why did it matter so much? Why did her thinking that bother me? Probably the same damn reason I’d run out of that club like it was on fucking fire.
Because I was falling for my best friend.
L.P. Maxa lives in Austin Texas with her husband, daughter, 3 rescue dogs, 1 stray cat, and 1 fish that keeps dying that she keeps replacing so her toddler doesn’t notice. L.P. loves reading Romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She says that inspiration can come from anywhere; a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.
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