Rock Me Slower (Licks of Leather #3) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,21
the next party?” Tori softly asked Darren.
“Probably more.” He frowned. “If the drugs make you uncomfortable, you can wait in the limo. I’ll show my face, then come back and wait here with you if you want.”
“No. They don’t make me uncomfortable. I just wasn’t sure what to expect is all.”
“In this industry? Expect the unexpected,” Burk drawled.
“Or just ignore it. That’s what I do,” I offered, hoping to alleviate Tori’s worries.
She was a small-town girl who’d been thrust into the limelight. She and Darren had a history that included a baby boy named Justin. They’d managed to work through their shit and were finally building a happy life together.
Something Mia and I would never do.
“Stick with me, beautiful. I’ll keep you safe,” Darren assured.
“You always do.” She beamed up at him, wearing the same undeniable glow of love and trust Mia once gave me.
When Darren cupped Tori’s cheek and pressed a soulful kiss to her lips, a pang of envy pierced me. The memory of exploring Mia’s sinful mouth on stage careened through my brain, making my lips tingle and my cock stir. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I exhaled a heavy sigh.
“Vodka catching up with you?” Mia didn’t bother masking the sarcasm in her tone.
“Nope. I can party all night,” I lied, feeling every ounce I’d consumed already throbbing in my temples. But instead of confirming her suspicions, I reached forward and grabbed the well-drained fifth from the container of ice. After taking a long pull, I arched a brow and offered her the bottle.
“No, thanks.”
“Why aren’t you drinking? You should be celebrating your big wins.”
“Oh, I am. I’m searing every glorious second to memory,” she said in a snarky tone.
“We’re here,” Quinn announced as the limo eased to a stop.
And not a moment too soon, as far as I was concerned. Mia smelled too good. The heat of her body felt incredible. And the little outfit she wore looked far too inviting. Especially the black lace cupping her full breasts, playing a torturous game of peek-a-boo with the scrap of inlaid leather covering her nipples, and making my mouth water.
After piling out of the vehicle, we entered the dimly lit and extremely crowded bar.
Devon Halley and the Slash Devils were on stage playing an off-key, off-tempo, and bastardized version of Led Zeppelin’s “Cashmere.”
“Christ,” Syd spat, wrinkling his nose. “They sound like a bunch of howler monkey’s swinging on a rusty door while fucking a whoopee cushion.”
Suddenly, the music came to an abrupt stop. Shooting daggers our way, Devon stepped in close to the microphone.
“Well, well, look who’s here,” he barked, before wiping his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. “Licks of Pussy have arrived.”
The entire room fell silent while Devon’s maniacal laughter filled the air. In unison, the five of us in the band flipped the prick off, then headed toward the bar.
“What’s that? Your combined IQ?” Devon bellowed.
“Shut up and play some music,” someone yelled from across the room.
“Better yet, get off the stage and let Licks of Leather play some good music. You guys sound like shit,” another angry voice bellowed from behind us.
“Suck my cock, motherfucker.” Face crumpling in a furious glare, Devon tore the guitar from his shoulder.
Rick Melton, lead singer of Blunt, who was hosting this free-for-all, clambered onto the stage and snagged the instrument from Devon before he could hurl it into the crowd. Clearly, the man was higher than fuck and half out of his mind.
“Get off the stage, you crazy bastard,” someone yelled before a beer bottle exploded at Devon’s feet.
The whole place was giving off a dangerous vibe, and I quickly glanced to make sure Mia was safely shielded between Quinn and me.
“Who threw that? I’m gonna find you and rip your fucking head off, come stain.”
“Whoa. Whoa. Let’s all settle down,” Rick barked into the mic at the booing crowd.
I leaned in to hear Quinn ask if we wanted to leave and inadvertently exposed Mia to Devon’s view.
“Holy shit,” Devon bellowed. “Look, y’all. My baby girl Phoenix is finally here.”
Once again, all heads turned our way. I felt the tension coiling off Mia’s body like a slingshot. But she forced a smile and waved as the room erupted in cheers and applause.
“Get on up here, sunshine… Sing with me,” Devon cajoled before ripping the guitar from Rick’s hands.
“Don’t do it,” Ross warned with a growl. “He’s higher than Pluto right now.”
When Mia held up her hand and shook her head, Devon turned furious once again.