Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,53
about bringing someone home and then walking in the rain, thumbing for a ride. But when the words Kentucky rain keeps pouring down hit my ears, my beer nearly slipped from my fingers.
“Christ, that’s…Harmony.”
I charged into my room and stubbed my toe on the leg of the couch. Barking out a string of curses, I grabbed my keycard and raced out the door. I jogged down the hall, I stopped outside her room, and pressed my ear against the door.
“With the rain in my shoes…searching for you,” she crooned in a voice as rich and sweet as honey.
“No way,” I mumbled softly.
“What are you doing, you big-ass perv?” Syd whispered. He was two doors down, holding an ice bucket and grinning like a fool. “Are you listening to her rub one out?”
Before I could answer, he ate up the distance between us and pressed his ear to the door. I tried to shove him away, but he gripped the edge of the frame as his eyes grew wide. “Is that her… Is that Harmony singing?”
“Yeah,” I mouthed before pressing a finger to my lips.
Syd nodded, then together we flattened our ears to the door again.
“So, she’s an Elvis fan,” Syd mumbled.
“Is that who sings this?” The bass player nodded. “How do you know?”
“My foster…my friend’s foster mom used to sing this song all the time, but never this good. Did you know Harmony could sing like this?”
“No,” I mouthed again as she drew out the last silky note of the chorus. I shoved Syd away from her door and pointed toward his room.
Like a couple of cat burglars, we sprinted down the hall. As Syd shoved his key card into the lock on his door, I kept going.
“See you at breakfast,” I called over my shoulder before disappearing around the corner.
When I got back to my room, I downed my last beer and climbed into bed. Gripping my phone, I brought up YouTube and tapped in Elvis. I slid under the covers and replayed the song Harmony had sung, over and over until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
The next morning at breakfast, I watched Harmony take her first bite of crepes and got a boner… okay, another boner. After dreaming about the songbird beside me all damn night, I woke with a dick so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. Even jacking off in bed and again in the shower didn’t keep my cock from strangling in my jeans as Harmony moaned with each bite.
At the end of the table, Quinn cleared his throat. I knew the cockbag only wanted to gloat again, so I ignored him and focused instead on Harmony torturing me with kitten-soft moans as she savored her breakfast.
“Hey, did any of you hear that woman’s pretty voice singing last night?” Syd asked, flashing me a grin.
Harmony’s fork slid from her fingers and clattered to her plate. I felt and watched the muscles in her body grow tauter than a guitar string. I hated that Syd was calling her out, but she’d finally stopped moaning.
“I did. I stepped out on the terrace, when I was talking to Tori, and heard a woman singing an old Elvis song,” Darren chimed in. “She sure had an amazing voice.”
“She did.” Syd nodded emphatically. “You didn’t hear her, Ross?”
“Nope,” I lied, shoving a piece of toast in my mouth while pinning the prick with a death glare.
“Really? Her voice was…like an angel. I wish we could find out who she is.”
Keep pushing, asswipe.
After snatching up her glass of water and taking several huge gulps, Harmony placed her napkin on the table and scooted her chair back. “If y’all will excuse me, I need to use the powder room.”
Before I could do the gentlemanly thing and rise from my chair, she was gone.
“Leave it alone, Syd,” I growled.
Ignoring the curious glances pelting me from all directions, I sipped my coffee and started plotting ways to kill the mouthy son of a bitch…again. Devising ways to end him was becoming a regular thing. Okay, so I needed to lighten up. That wasn’t any news flash.
When Harmony returned and settled in beside me, I pinned Syd with a glare. I gave zero fucks about reaching over the table and strangling the life out of him today.
“Mia and I are going shopping again. Wanna come with us?” Sofia asked Harmony.
From the corner of my eye, I watched her face light up and an excited smile grace her lips. Then her enthusiasm died, and