If you want a Bad Boy

Chapter 4

Brantley's POV:

"Not good enough." I told Rosaline. "You have to promise me you'll come to another show. Crazy schedule or no. I'm not leaving until you give me your word." I smirked at her. She sighed. But grinned anyway. Her friends were snickering behind me, I could feel their eyes roaming up and down my back. "Look at him! My God he's huge!" One whispered. "Hmm... I wonder if that theme continues everywhere..." The other giggled. I was still waiting for Roz to answer me. "I am... And it does.." I smirked without turning around. They both gasped, not realizing I heard them. Roz blushed but tried to hide it. "Fine, fine! I promise. Now go!" She giggled and shooed me away. I headed up to the stage to perform.

6 MONTHS LATER:

"Hello, my name is Rosaline, and I'll be your nurse today." I heard. I looked up and smirked. "Hey Roz." She gasped. "Brantley! Again? What now, are you alright?" She gasped and rushed over. I sat up and groaned as I stood. "Yeah I think I just bruised a few ribs. Maybe cracked one. The BKB makes it mandatory to get checked out." I growled and pulled myself up to my full height. Roz looked up at me and her jaw dropped. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Y-you get bigger every time I see you.." She stuttered. I snorted then winced. "I'm a growing boy." I answered. "There's nothing 'boy' about you Mr. Gilbert.." She mumbled under her breath. I grinned when she turned away. She poked and prodded my ribs and did an ex-Ray. One was cracked. 2 were bruised. "I'll wrap your ribs, other than that, there's not much we can do." She explained. I nodded. I knew the routine. "Take your shirt off and spread your arms out to the side." She said with her back still to me. I groaned and tugged off my tshirt, tossing it on the bed behind me. When Rosaline turned around, she stopped in her tracks. A pleasant sounding "ohh..." left her mouth as she cocked her head to the side. Her eyes devoured my torso, and her tongue peeked out to wet her lips. "You keep looking at me like that, and things are gonna get awful unprofessional in here..." I warned. "I wasn't... I mean.. I was just.." She stammered. "You were looking at me the same way that a starving man looks at a rib-eye. If I was wearing underwear, they would've gone up in flames honey." As soon as I said it, her eyes dropped slightly south of my belt buckle. I cleared my throat. Roz's eyes shot up and she quickly grabbed the roll of bandage to wrap up my ribs. I spread my arms and she started. She had to step in until her nose nearly brushed my chest to reach around me. As she did, I felt her tremble and heard her breath catch. She breathed in deeply and sighed. She closed her eyes and leaned into me slightly. One of my hands went to her hip, the other tangled in her hair. When she looked up at me, her eyes said it all. I leaned down until our noses were nearly touching. "I know you feel it Roz, stop fighting it honey." I told her then I kissed her. Her hands dropped the bandage roll and locked around my neck. She leaned into me, and I bit back the groan. My ribs protested the movement, but I wasn't about to complain. I finally had her in my arms. No way in hell was I doing anything to make her stop kissing me. When I wrapped my hands in her hair and tugged her up onto her tiptoes, she mewled happily. I angled her head to deepen the kiss and she went lax in my arms, her hands held onto my wrists as I growled into her mouth. Her fingers moved from my wrists to my beard, she stroked my jaw and moaned. We pulled apart and rested our foreheads together. "Wow..." Roz sighed dreamily. "You can say that again.." I chuckled.