Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,104
me with inch after inch of his glorious, thick shaft.
The moon and Ross’s half-lidded eyes caressed my face as our bodies, cradled in the palm of the mountain—my keeper of secrets, dreams, and desires—surged together. He played my body like a symphony while the thick grass and rich soil beneath us provided the perfect harmony.
I could feel the mountain weaving its magical powers through me with each powerful thrust and draw of Ross’s shaft. Fused together in a coiling fire of ecstasy, he drank down my screams of rapture as we shattered together, over and over, in beautiful, breathless crescendos of soul-stealing nirvana.
The night sky began to turn a muted charcoal gray. Ross stood and slid on his jeans. Grabbing his tee and my gown, he bent and gathered me—blankets, pillows, and all—into his thick arms, then carried me down the trail to the guesthouse.
Sated, spent, and exhausted, we slept through breakfast and nearly missed lunch.
Later that afternoon, while I was helping Celeste dip candles, Jeb handed Ross an ax, then the two of them began chopping wood. It wasn’t long before Ross’s logs were falling as neatly and cleanly as Jeb’s. Unable to take my eyes off the big drummer, I watched him wipe his brow with the back of his arm as sweat poured down his face. Seconds later, he peeled off his shirt and my heart fluttered. The corded muscles of his arms and shoulders bunched, bulged, and strained from exertion. Enthralled with the rivulets of well-earned sweat sliding down his bronze skin, my mouth watered to lick the salty beads from his flesh. A familiar, incessant ache bloomed between my legs.
“You’re going to burn your fingers in the hot wax if you keep watching him instead of what you’re doing,” Celeste teased.
Blinking from my fugue, I sent her a grin. “I can’t help it.”
“I can see why.” She winked.
When the chopping was done, Ross gave me a sweaty kiss and headed to the guesthouse. I ached to leave Celeste to the candles and join him in the shower but managed to stay and get my job done.
When dinner was finished and the moon crested over the trees, we sat with the others around the bonfire again, passing jugs of mead. Jeb played his banjo and Ross used a couple of sticks to drum on the hollow log beside him. Dad pulled out his harmonica and gave me a wink, then leaned over and whispered something to Jeb.
“We’ve missed your pretty voice, baby girl.” Dad grinned. “Sing for us.”
My face caught fire. Embarrassment surged through me and I frantically shook my head. Beside me, Ross cupped my chin and held me prisoner with a loving gaze.
“Sing for me, princess.” He smiled. “I did hear you that night in New York.”
“Y-you did?” My cheeks grew even hotter.
“Yes. Sing for me, Harmony. Please, sing for me here…on your mountain.”
Ross could have asked me to walk through the flames and I wouldn’t have been able to refuse him. But I struggled to tamp down the anxiety climbing through me. The man was a professional musician. He had a rough, sensual voice that never failed to make my skin tingle. He had hundreds of thousands of fans all over the world. I was nothing but a mountain girl who’d been blessed by the goddesses enough to carry a tune.
Maybe in the end, that’s all that mattered.
As Jeb and Dad began playing my favorite Kentucky tune, I sucked in a deep breath and began singing to Ross. The melody spilled from my lips and everyone around the fire vanished. In my mind, we were the only two people in the whole wide world. But then, I’d often felt that way since meeting him.
Pride and happiness glowed on his face, erasing my embarrassment and bolstering my courage. As I sang my way to the chorus, Ross joined in with me. His deep, sexy voice sent a shiver quaking through me. He just smiled and winked, then plucked me onto his lap, where we finished the song.
“You have an amazing voice, my love.”
“Thank you,” I murmured softly.
“I have no doubt that we’ll be making beautiful music together…forever.”
Forever? My heart soared. I wanted to race to the top of the mountain and shout out for the whole world to hear that Ross Walker loved me…forever.
Instead, I melted against his chest as he kissed me hard and swallowed my blissful sigh.
“All right, you two lovebirds, knock it off,” Dad cajoled. “We’ve got more songs to sing.”