Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,58
did you…”
“Burk started digging into some archives online.”
“But why?”
Sofia scoffed and eyed the two beefy bodyguards seated at the back of the limo. “Quinn is…a slippery little sucker at times. While he only wants what’s best for the guys in the band, he sometimes goes about things a little…”
“Underhandedly,” Mia supplied. “Again, what the fuck is going on?”
“Quinn hired me to help bring light and love back into Ross’s life,” I murmured.
A slow smile stretched her lips until it turned into a huge grin. “No shit?”
“No shit.” Sofia nodded.
“Whoa, damn.” Mia gaped. “And Ross has no clue?”
“None.”
“You can’t tell him, please,” I begged, pressing a hand to my roiling stomach.
“I’m not saying shit.” Mia held up her hand.
“You can’t.” Sofia cringed. “Ross threatened to quit when he found out Harmony was here to be his girlfriend.”
“Yeah, I was there.” Mia nodded. “It nearly killed Oz to think Ross was leaving.”
“If Ross ever finds out Quinn dreamed up this scheme, he’ll kill him, and we’ll all be out an agent,” Sofia added.
“This is bad…so bad,” I murmured. “I knew better. Lying is wrong. It pits the universe against you, and… Oh, god. This is all going to blow up in my face and Ross is going to end up being inundated with even more hate.”
“I’m sorry, Harmony. I never should have opened my big mouth, but Mia won’t say a thing, will you?”
“Absolutely not. Pinky promise.” She held up her little finger.
“None of us will,” Sofia assured, wrapping her own little finger around Mia’s. Without thinking, I did the same, squeezing my digit with theirs. “If the guys can have their sacred bro code, then we can have our consecrated chick charter, dammit.”
Their vow of silence made me feel slightly better, until the limo pulled to a stop in front of Madison Square Garden. Then the butterflies started having a heyday in my belly when I saw the sea of fans already lined up, waiting.
Brad opened the door and stepped out first.
“Stay close,” Cole instructed before helping each of us from the vehicle.
I tried not to gape at all the people milling around, but it was impossible. The energy filling the air was like a spring storm on the mountain, charged with a dynamic force that defied words.
Someone screamed Mia’s name, and the echo of feet, like a heard of stampeding horses, filled my ears.
“Double time,” Brad barked out.
“Shit,” Sofia spat under her breath as she looped her arm in mine.
We were practically running to keep up with the two bodyguards, who had Mia pressed between them and were barking at the fans closing in around us to get out of the way.
Trying to quell the panic rising inside, I ached for Ross’s strong arm around me. Longed for his body to protect me from the swarm of screaming fans.
“How much farther?” I murmured to Sofia.
“Just up ahead is our VIP entrance. See?” She pointed to a big man wearing a black shirt with the word Security emblazoned in white letters guarding a metal door. “That’s where we’re going.”
“Thank goodness.”
Brad and Cole stuck with us, as promised, and escorted us backstage, where the guys were doing their sound check.
When Burk and Ozzy spied their women, each let out a wolf call.
Mia and Sofia sexily sauntered toward their men, leaving me unblocked and uncomfortably exposed in my little shimmery dress.
Ross locked a dark, sizzling stare on me and dropped one of his drumsticks on the floor.
Angst bloomed like dogwoods in spring. Heat rolled up my body. My mouth went dry. And while my heart hammered like one of the drums in front of him, the air in my lungs turned to sand.
He clenched his jaw. Still holding me prisoner with an animalistic stare, he rose to his feet and prowled toward me as if I was his prey. As he stopped in front of me, his hands clenched into fists.
“Hey,” I said softly, voice and lips quivering.
“Jesus.”
The hungry stare Ross dragged down my body felt like a fiery caress. That needy pulse between my legs, the same one that ignited when he’d kissed me, started thrumming madly again.
“You look…Jesus…”
“Is this frivolous enough?”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, still searing me with a half-lidded stare.
“Do you like it?”
“Jesus,” he repeated a third time as if he’d forgotten any other word. “Yeah. Do me a favor. Keep the cards and buy all the frivolous things your heart desires. Got it?”
I laughed and shook my head. “I can’t do that.”
“Sure, you can, because…Jesus, I’m not taking them back.