Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,11
find one willing to fuck me just for the sake of a fuck. But that was a worry for another day. Right now, sex was the last thing I needed or wanted to deal with.
Shoving my selfish disappointment down with the debris of regret, shame, and guilt I didn’t have the balls to dissect or compartmentalize, I headed downstairs to join the others for breakfast.
Darren was already seated at the big round table, scowling at his cell phone when I arrived. As I pulled out a chair and sat down beside him, he quickly closed the link to our fan page.
“Do me a favor. Post something for me. Tell those fucking idiots I’m still alive. I’ve read all I can stomach about that bullshit.”
“You saw it then. I swear, it’s the craziest shit the tabloids have come up with in a long time.”
“They’re really reaching. The Kardashians must be on vacation or something. Fuck if I know.”
“What do you want me to post for you, man?”
“As long as you don’t say I’m on life support, I don’t give a fuck.”
“Good thing you’re not asking Syd.”
“He’s the fucknut who started all this.”
“I know, but the crazy bastard would give the name and address of a mortuary just to fuck with them even more.”
“Then I’d have to kill him.”
“Which would piss Quinn and the rest of the guys off. Yeah, it’s better if I post for you, man.”
I nodded, both to Darren and the waitress, who shoved her double Ds in my face and filled my coffee cup.
“If I’d known I’d be serving the hottest men in rock and roll, I would have worn something a little sexier.” She flashed a flirtatious smile.
Why? Do you think I’d fuck you just ’cause you poured me a cup of coffee? You don’t know shit about me, sweetheart.
I was sick of women wanting to claim a sexual encounter like it was a fucking trophy they could set on their mantel. Ignoring the woman, I took a sip of coffee. Of course, ever-polite Darren told her she looked fine.
“Don’t go anywhere with that coffee, sweet thing,” Syd called as he rushed toward the table. “Daddy needs stamina juice.”
“You’re on my shit list, fucker,” I snarled.
“What else is new?” He grinned, then started swapping sexual innuendos with the waitress as Darren’s cell phone chimed.
The love-mush rolling off the guitar player’s tongue told me he was talking to his woman, Tori. Blocking him and Syd out, I buried my nose in my menu.
When the waitress finally left, I lifted my head and glared at Syd. “Thanks for shoving me under an avalanche of shit, asshole.”
“What? It’s not my fault they think you’re dead.”
“You could have mentioned that I was sleeping.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Syd smirked.
“Paybacks are a bitch, motherfucker. And I will pay your ass back.”
“Yeah, yeah. Hey, did either of you eunuchs bother to notice the titties on our waitress?” Syd sighed. “I would love to get my hands on them. They were all but spilling out of her knocker-blocker.”
“Knocker-blocker?” I drawled. “How old are you?”
Before Syd could answer, Burk and Sofia strolled to the table, hand in hand, smiling and laughing like the disgustingly happy couple they were. As if their PDA wasn’t enough to obliterate my appetite, Ozzy and Mia, wearing a fresh-fucked glow, and clinging to each other as if they’d been superglued at the hip, arrived next and sat down.
After jerking a nod at the two couples, I focused on the menu again.
Beside me, Darren lifted his head and tensed. Following his line of sight, I saw Quinn escorting the most beautiful, fresh-faced woman I’d ever seen in our direction. I actually blinked twice to make sure the stunning vixen wasn’t a mirage.
She wasn’t.
Nearly choking on the sip of coffee in my mouth, I set my mug down so I wouldn’t crush it like the air in my lungs that had suddenly seized.
My heart rate quadrupled.
Desire roared to life inside me, wildly tugging on its chain.
Down, boy, she’s not for us, I mentally growled at the beast.
Struggling to fill my lungs again, I told myself he’d simply found a fan in the hotel who wanted some autographs. But when I saw Quinn’s hand poised at the small of her back—in an all-too-familiar fashion—that notion vanished, instantly replaced by an irrational wave of jealousy.
Suffocating the absurd snarl rising from my chest, I clenched my jaw and memorized each luscious inch of the innocent beauty he was ushering our way.