The Rocker Who Wants Me

By: Terri Anne Browning

A Teaser from Deeper by Mellie George

First I need to say a HUGE thank you to YOU, the fans. Without you there would be no The Rocker… Series. You keep demanding more and therefore I keep providing. You make me want to write until my fingers bleed with your love for my Demons and now for Axton, and for that I will be eternally grateful. Thank you for your continued love and support.

To my BETAs who I would be lost without. You girls keep me straight and I would seriously be lost without your most valued input.

To my BEST friend in the freaking world, Felicity ‘Flick’ Boulton. Without you, Demon’s Wings Fan page would be a pile of rubble. Thank you for all your hard work and keeping our Demons alive for everyone.

Lastly, but never the least, thank you to my husband, Mike Browning, who is always my number one fan. Without your love, support, and continued understanding of my messy office, erratic mood swings, and all around craziness I would not be able to do any of this. You are not only an amazing husband but an awesome PA and business manager. I love you to the moon and back!


To say I was exhausted would have been the understatement of the entire year. It was December, so that was saying a lot.

It was a good tired, however. After a twelve-hour shift in the ER where I had been run off my feet with one medical emergency after another, I’d stayed over and helped bring Lana and Drake Stevenson’s daughter into the world. My beautiful little ‘niece’ was healthy and perfect. Neveah was already a heartbreaker and I was going to teach her everything I knew about busting balls.

I left the new parents alone and took Neveah to the nursery so that Lana could get a good night’s sleep before her family descended on her and her husband in the morning. Thankfully I had the day off tomorrow and I was going to take advantage by sleeping in. Maybe Linc would make me some pancakes.

At the thought of my roommate’s decadent breakfast, my stomach growled, letting me know that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast before my shift. That had been nearly twenty-four hours ago. Sighing, I pulled out the little money I always carried with me just in case I had to make a stop at a vending machine. Most days that was how I had lunch because I was too busy to stop for a decent meal.

Opening the door to the waiting room, I only had eyes for the vending machine. Funyuns or a Snickers?

Two steps inside the maternity floor waiting room and a need other than hunger suddenly consumed me. I faltered taking my next step as my head turned and zeroed in on Axton Cage, the only man who could ever evoke such a need in me. He was sitting in the corner of the dimly lit room, his phone in hand but his eyes glued to me. My nipples instantly hardened and I clenched my thighs together as my panties grew wet. My typical reaction to the Rock God.

He had been in the delivery room with Lana and Drake the entire time she had been in labor and then when she pushed Neveah out into the world. I hadn’t said a word to him the entire six hours. No way was I going to stress my friend out during one of the most amazing—and amazingly painful—times of her life. So I had ignored everything and everyone, focusing on all the training I had gotten during my rotation for obstetrics. It hadn’t ever been my first choice to do maternity, and it wasn’t going to change any time soon. But for Lana I had made the exception, wanting to be with her for such an awe-inspiring moment.

Axton and Lana’s father, Cole Steel, had kept quiet during the whole six hours of labor. I figured they had thought that as long as they remained mute Lana wouldn’t scream and toss them out. She hadn’t paid them much attention, too focused on breathing through her pain. Crazy bitch hadn’t wanted an epidural. Drake had been pretty strong during the whole thing, even if I had seen the terrified look on his face as he helped bring his daughter into the world.

My hunger forgotten for the moment, I started to turn back to the door. I didn’t have the energy to deal with Axton tonight. Hell, I doubted I would ever have the energy to deal with him. We only ever did two things well and both normally drained me to the point of no return. Sex wasn’t on the agenda and never would be again. That only left fighting.

“Dallas…” His tone was almost imploring. Almost. Axton didn’t normally beg, unless it was for my mouth on his dick. It was enough to make me pause with my hand on the doorknob but not to turn around.

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