Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,56
are we doing… Whose room is this?”
“My girlfriend,” I lied. “She stays with me, but we always book separate rooms for the tax write-off. I need all the expenses I can get. Uncle Sam likes to fuck me hard every year, so—”
“Y-you mean we’re not going to…you know?”
“Not going to what?” I asked, straight-faced. “You didn’t think I asked you here to…have sex with you, did you?”
“Oh, heavens no. That would be highly inappropriate of both of us, Mr. Walker. Of course not.” The lies were rolling off her tongue as fast as she was back pedaling.
“Good. Because I don’t need any ugly accusations splashing the tabloids or anyone trying to come between me and my baby girl. She’s…amazing.”
Yeah, I was pouring it on thick, but the fewer people who knew I’d invited her up to Harmony’s room, the better. Especially Harmony.
“Of course not, Mr. Walker. I would never… I-I think its best if I just let myself out, and…”
“You go ahead and do that, but thanks for your help.”
She nodded, failing miserably to wipe the disappointment from her face, and hurried out of the room.
I glanced at the bed again, barely cognizant of the front door snicking shut. Visions of coaxing endless orgasms from Harmony’s luscious body and listening to her scream my name until her voice was reduced to a whisper charged my brain.
And if I didn’t get the fuck out of her room soon, I was going to cop a nut on the bedspread. That wasn’t at all the surprise I’d intended to leave her.
After placing the three crisp twenties on her pillow, I opened my wallet and laid out three one-hundred-dollar bills alongside them. Then I grabbed the notepad and pen from the nightstand and started writing.
Harmony—In case there’s ever anything you want or need. Ross
After placing the note next to the cash, I closed my eyes and dragged in a deep breath—filling my lungs with the lilac and honeysuckle saturating the air—then turned on my heel and left.
Chapter Twelve
Harmony
“I’m not sure wearing this is such a good idea,” I blurted, staring at my reflection in the mirror inside Sofia and Burk’s suite.
“Of course it is,” Mia countered, sidling up beside me, eyeing the shimmering sequin fabric hugging my body. “You look shit hot.”
“But it hardly covers me.”
“Yours covers more skin than mine,” Sofia reminded.
I compared her equally short black, strapless dress to mine in the mirror.
The muted animal print hugging her body looked like a cross between a jaguar and a black tiger. It had a strange iridescent quality that shimmered every time she moved. Her breasts were covered in black lace and beads. The delicate decorated filigree trailed down one side of her torso and meshed with a hem of pure lace.
“You’re both wearing a hell of a lot more than the band bunnies.”
Band bunnies? I was afraid to ask Mia to explain.
“It’s rock wear, sugar. It’s not supposed to cover you.” Sofia grinned.
Earlier today at the boutique, I’d been fearless when I’d slipped into the champagne-colored cocktail dress. But now, I was a ball of angst. My boobs were practically spilling out of the plunging neckline. And if one of the three thin straps stretching across the open back—keeping my protruding cleavage covered in fabric—happened to slip, I’d be giving the Licks of Leather fans a show they’d never forget.
The skimpy bustline wasn’t my only problem. The sequin material—what little there was—hugging my hips, draped from one side of my waist to the hem and crisscrossed with another layer of fabric right below my crotch. If I had to walk up or down any stairs, I’d be flashing my jay-jeena—which was completely bare now thanks to Mia talking me into getting a Brazilian wax at the spa we visited—for the whole world to see.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Sofia had insisted I go to the concert sans panties, to keep from having lines on my backside.
Except for the half-moon foam things stuck to my ribs and the underside of my boobs, keeping them standing up high and proud, I was completely naked under the dress.
Sofia eased in on the other side of me, critically eyeing the outfit along with Mia and me. “I think you look gorgeous.”
“I think Ross is going to have a hard time focusing on the music with that extra stick he’ll have between his legs.” Mia giggled.
I felt my cheeks warm. “Oh, hush. He won’t even notice what I’m wearing.”