Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,28
autographs and selfies, I drew in a deep breath. “Okay, but you need to get your anger—”
“I know what the fuck I need to do, princess.”
As the words left his lips, Ross donned a mask of tenderness that belied his harsh, intimidating demeanor. Without another word, he wrapped a thick arm around my waist, gently pulled me to his side, and started toward the others.
“What’s the deal with the fish tacos?” I asked.
Ross came to an abrupt halt, jolting me against his hip. Lifting a dubious brow, he narrowed his eyes. “Are you fucking with me?”
“No. I just don’t know what—”
“Christ, you really are innocent, aren’t you?”
His tone was a mixture of awe and disbelief. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing, but the swarm of fans was growing even bigger. It was time for me to play my role and not ask any more questions. As we met up with Burk, Sofia, Ozzy, Mia, and Darren, I glanced behind me to see Syd and Quinn already greeting fans.
Suddenly, a large-breasted brunette with glossy red lips, and heavy makeup screamed Ross’s name as she ran toward him.
I tensed. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Did I stay put? Move out of the way? Go inside the restaurant?
But as more fans closed in all around us and the brunette got all up in Ross’s personal space, I wanted to scurry back to the safety of the bus.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t being paid to run and hide.
“Well, hello, there,” Ross all but purred, gazing at the woman’s ample cleavage and slowly inching away from me.
His dismissal stung. I lowered my lashes and subconsciously compared my average-sized breasts to the ones wiggling and jiggling in Ross’s face. For the first time in my life, I felt woefully inadequate.
The woman giggled, gushed, and pawed at Ross, confessing that she’d been in love with him for years. He thanked her and praised her with platitudes as she shoved a marker at him and yanked open the V of her shirt—practically exposing all her goods, to the entire world.
A ball of jealousy I had no business feeling, lodged in my throat.
I reminded myself that I was nothing but an actress, but it didn’t lessen the longing to shove her away from him.
Seemingly content with the woman’s brazen behavior, Ross pressed his palm to the plump flesh spilling from her lacy pink bra and scrawled his name over her pale skin.
Anger, pain, and envy battered me from every direction. The desire to scratch out her eyes and yank the long, dark hair from her scalp pelted me.
Goodness! Where did such vile and violent thoughts come from?
Reeling from the shock and horror of my fierce reaction, I watched a gorgeous redhead slide in beside Ross. She didn’t say a word, simply sent him a smoldering smile, then grabbed the hem of her conservative black business skirt with her long red fingernails and yanked the garment up to her waist.
Though no one around us even batted an eye, I gasped in dismay.
One long, slender leg—wrapped in black lace-topped stockings and attached to a bright red garter belt—was fully exposed, along with her entire right butt cheek. I couldn’t believe it…her bare backside was just hanging out there for everyone to see. But what she did next defied all logic—at least to me.
The woman flashed Ross a seductive wink, then slapped herself on the butt…hard. Closing her eyes briefly, she let out a long moan, then peered up at him and licked her lips. “Sign your name right here, big boy. Give it to me…nice and hard.”
“Anything you say, kitten,” Ross drawled.
Clutching the marker, he lowered to one knee. As he skimmed a wide hand up her stocking-covered leg, the woman closed her eyes again, and moaned like my mom did each time Dad had shooed me from our Airstream.
Anger, jealousy, and rejection swirled like a cyclone. I couldn’t stand there and watch the brazen women peel away their clothes and entice Ross to touch them.
Tears stinging my eyes, I turned to walk away and came face-to-face with Sofia. As if sensing my turmoil, she took my hand and sent me a supportive smile.
“Let’s go inside and find our table while the rock stars feed and water their fans.”
While the onslaught of ugly emotions churned through me, I nodded and let Sofia lead me into the building.
“You okay?”
“Peachy,” I tersely replied.
“I know how shocking this is for you. I’ve worked in this industry