Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,89
the serenity I found breathing in his masculine scent and savoring the heat of his warm body. While a part of me longed to stay here sheltered in his arms, another part was anxious for us to leave for Chicago.
Ross knew volumes about me, my life, and my home. Though I wasn’t looking forward to possibly meeting Angie, I was more than curious to see where and how he lived. Okay, so maybe I was a little curious to meet her. I needed to find out why Ross chose to be intimate with Angie instead of the young, eager band bunnies who boldly offered him their bodies.
“The questions rolling around in your sexy head are loud enough to wake the dead.” His voice was deep and thick from sleep. A naughty shiver slid through me.
“Good morning.” I raised my head and smiled up at him.
After he pressed a soft kiss to my lips, his brows furrowed. “Ask. You’re not allowed to keep things from me anymore.”
“Allowed, huh?”
“Allowed.”
“All right. Does Angie live with you?”
“Yes.”
My stomach swirled and a million more questions slammed my skull.
That wasn’t the answer I’d expected or hoped for.
“She’s my housekeeper.”
“And your lover.”
“Ex-lover.”
“How ex? Years? Months?”
“Three days.”
As he watched me with a dissecting stare, my mouth went dry. My heart clutched. My stomach stopped swirling and sailed to my toes, landing like a brick. “Maybe it’s best if I go home with—”
“She’s found someone else. We agreed to part ways before I met you.”
“But she still lives with you. What if things don’t work out between her and…whoever she met?”
“Are you afraid I’ll take her back and toss you to the curb if things don’t work out between her and Thomas?”
“You know the man she’s seeing?”
“No. I haven’t met him yet, but I’m looking forward to it.”
What man wanted to see his ex’s new boyfriend?
Back home we tried to live in a world without stress or strife, but when Celeste broke up with Arlo and started dating Dusty, things had gotten intense. Poor Arlo couldn’t look at his replacement without wanting to beat him to a bloody pulp. For months we kept Arlo far away from the happy couple, until Blossom caught his eye. Arlo finally embraced acceptance…and her. But the whole ugly mess left a sour taste on my tongue and turned me off from wanting to date the few eligible men on the mountain.
“Looking forward to it? Why?”
“To make sure he’s not a douchebag or a player.”
“And if he is?”
“I’ll help Angie find someone else.” Confusion must have been written all over my face, because Ross smiled. “Relax, love. She’s dying to meet you.”
“What?” I gaped. “Y-you told her about me?”
“Damn right I did. I called her from your hospital room to let her know I was okay and to tell her about you. She was ecstatic and made me promise to bring you home.”
Our conversation was getting stranger by the second.
“She wants to meet me?”
“Yes. Angie’s been on my ass for years to start living again. She can’t wait to… How did she put it? Oh, yeah. To finally meet the angel who picked the lock on my self-imposed prison.” He smirked. “She tends to get a little overdramatic sometimes.”
Mind blown, I simply nodded, wondering how awkward coming face-to-face with his ex-lover and Sylvia’s ex-best friend was going to be.
Ross’s cell phone began ringing. He rolled over, snagged it off the nightstand, and glanced at the screen.
“Hey, Bernie.” He smiled. “Yeah, we’re okay. Harmony got it worse than the rest of us, but she’s going to be fine.”
My bladder was screaming for relief. While the two men continued talking, I slowly sat up. Trying to ignore the muscles in my body protesting in pain, I closed my eyes, clenched my jaw, and carefully stood.
Half a heartbeat later, Ross was at my side. He banded a strong arm around my waist and led me to the toilet. Lifting his shoulder, he tucked the phone against his ear and gently tugged the bottoms of my pajamas down. Then, after helping me ease onto the seat, he chivalrously left the room. I managed to pull my pants up, but they hung a bit sideways.
It was eye-opening to realize all the little things I took for granted, like using two hands. Or how opening a simple bar of soap could be an Olympic event I hadn’t trained for. Using my teeth, I finally pried the box open and claimed the gold.