Kidnapped By My Hero

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

Chapter Four

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

I wake up to someone poking my ribs. Oh God, I had needed that sleep so badly. No, nope, I wasn't ready to let this go. Scrunching my face, I bury my face in the pillow, and bring the pillow my arm is around closer to me.

"Ow! You cuffed me to the bed you asshole!"

I open my eyes to see Brooklyn glaring at me. I wasn't holding a pillow, my arm was firmly across her waist. I move closer to her, pushing her back so her arm was more comfortable.

"Good morning," I smile, and see her swallow.

She looked amazing in the morning. Her eyes still kind of sleepy, the morning sun creeping up her body. She was still in my clothes, and it made me swallow hard at the sight, and I scold myself for packing her any of her own clothes. Damn, I could do this every day.

That thought really shocked me, and I really needed to watch what I was thinking about this girl. I didn't even know her whole story yet.

"Let my hand down," she says, frowning at me, "You're awake now,"

Laughing, I get the key from my drawer, unlocking the padlock. She brings her arms down, and I do feel bad as she massages it and stretches it.

"I'm taking the first shower," she says, bouncing out of bed, "Weren't you going to get my suitcase?"

She closes the bathroom door behind her, and I rub my hand over my face. Fuck, I thought I was meant to be in charge.

Pulling a shirt on, I head down to my car and grab her suitcase. I see Harvey fixing his bike and wave to him.

"How's your lady?" He asks, smirking at me.

Of everyone, Harvey was the one I was most careful around. I hadn't known him as long as the other guys, and had he not been fantastic at blowing things up, we probably wouldn't have him.

"Stay away from her," I tell him seriously, and his smile just gets wider.

"She's just some pussy, Jay, don't get so worked up. Totally bang-able pussy, but-"

I'd pushed him back, and it annoyed me more that he just looked amused.

"Don't talk about her,'

"What's wrong, you don't like the picture of me satisfying her?" He grins at me, and I'm seeing red, "Of her shouting my name, over and over,"

"Enough!"

Rex's voice stopped both of us, and Harvey was lucky, I was ready to kill him. I couldn't stop seeing what he'd said.

"Jay, kitchen,"

Rex went off, and I moved to follow him.

"Best part is she'd love it," Harvey says as I'm about to walk away, "You can always tell a slu-"

My fist was loud as it met his jaw, but not at loud as his body as he hit the floor. He sprawled, and I shook my wrist off, following my brother.

"He deserved that,"

It didn't surprise me that Rex was standing just behind the doorway. He probably thought he was going to have to pull me off him. But I'd seen the look in Brooklyn's eyes when she thought about me killing people. It was enough to make me think, which was more than I'd ever done before.

"We want to meet her,"

I freeze, in the middle of making two sandwiches, just gaping at my brother. Was it a joke? But this was Rex. Unless Ramos was behind it?