Rock Me Slower (Licks of Leather #3) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,20
trying to climb him like a spider monkey, Ozzy lifted a glass to his lips and emptied it in two long gulps.
“I’ll suck your dick till dawn…suck it good, too,” she brazenly boasted.
“Which you’re well practiced at, I’m sure. I told you already I’m not interested. So get off me before I pry you off.”
His tone was dark and callous but didn’t decrease my resentment of the bimbo trying to seduce him.
“You’re an asshole,” she huffed, rushing back inside the ballroom.
“So I’ve been told,” Ozzy scoffed.
Turning his head, he grunted and held me with a heartless and palpably inebriated glare. The temptation to shove him into the pool was almost too much to resist. Instead, I pushed off the wall and started to leave. Ozzy stepped forward, blocking my path and thwarting my graceful exit. Refusing to be intimidated by his drunken ass, I lifted my chin and stared him straight in the eyes.
“Can I help you with something?”
Chapter Five
Ozzy
That was a loaded question. One I wasn’t quite sure I should really answer. There was just enough booze pumping through my system to suggest something stupid, like getting naked and horizontal. But the fear of getting kneed in the balls again let the question die on my tongue.
“What I need, you can’t give me, sweetheart.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“To rewind the last eight years of my life.”
“So you could go back and make sure we never met?”
“I see you’re still as smart as ever.”
The flash of pain and rejection skittering over Mia’s face made me feel like a raging douchebag. She hadn’t asked to be shoved back into my life any more than I had hers. We were simply victims of circumstances we couldn’t change.
“Smarter.”
“How’d you become so goddamn brilliant?”
“By staying far away from men who break promises, make ultimatums, and drink vodka,” Mia quipped with a sassy smile as she sidestepped me and darted back inside the ballroom.
The heat of her body slid over me, and her familiar spice that was uniquely Mia filled my senses. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply. Memories of her beneath me while I plunged in and out of her silky pussy, of her smoky unfocused eyes, and her cries of ecstasy as she shattered around my cock rolled through me.
“I suppose I asked for that,” I groused, tipping the glass to my lips again, only to find it empty.
Mia might talk tough, might want everyone to believe she was a badass but I’d bet a million dollars she was as confused and conflicted as I was.
“I’d say your conversation with Mia was a win-win,” Ross drawled as he moved in beside me.
“What makes you say that?”
“You’re not on the ground, clutching your junk, writhing in pain, or puking up all the vodka in your gut.”
“This is a complete clusterfuck and we both know it.”
Something that looked a lot like sympathy flashed in his eyes as he slowly nodded.
“I don’t get it. Part of me wants to pretend she’s nothing but a ghost, while the other part wants to drag her beneath me and keep her there until the end of time.”
“It’s the power of the pussy.”
“No, man. I’m not talking about sex, though I wouldn’t turn her down if… I’m talking about emotions. She’s fucking with my head…my heart.” I scowled. “Why am I asking you? You don’t do emotions.”
“Not anymore. They’re too fucking messy.”
“Must be nice.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Darren strolled onto the patio, clutching Tori’s hand. “Quinn wants us to head to Dirty Debbie. You ready?”
“Past ready,” the big drummer grumbled, striding into the ballroom.
“You doing all right?” Darren asked.
“Depends on your definition of all right.”
“Chin up, bro. The night’s almost over.”
“It’s not tonight I’m worried about.”
“We’ll get through that shit, too…somehow.”
“I need another drink.”
“There’s booze in the limo. Come on.”
Slinging his arm over my shoulder Darren lead me through the crowded room and out to the parking lot. He and his girl grabbed the seats between Sofia and Ava, leaving the only other open spot between Mia and Syd.
Since Syd never missed the opportunity to get up close and personal with any woman, I knew he was trying to set me up. The shit-eating grin he wore as he patted the space between him and Mia confirmed my suspicions.
Glaring at the bastard, I ignored the intoxicating scent spilling into the air around Mia as I sank into the seat. Turning Syd’s way, I mouthed the word prick. He sent me a knowing wink and cackled.