Rock Me Slower (Licks of Leather #3) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,53

then turned and disappeared into the lodge.

I sent Quinn a sidelong glance and quirked a brow.

“He’s a little…introverted,” my agent explained.

“You mean conceited,” Syd scoffed, tipping a beat-to-shit straw cowboy hat back on his forehead.

“Damn, Quinn, where’d you find him… Snobs-R-Us?” Ross asked.

Every head turned the drummer’s way.

“Pot, meet kettle,” Burk chuffed.

“Bite me,” Ross snarled.

“No, thanks. You’re too tough and gamey. I’d rather nibble on this soft, warm flesh,” he murmured, pulling Sofia in for a long, slow kiss.

“Would you like me to carry your bags to your room, Phoenix…err, I mean, Mia?” Duke asked.

“No,” Ozzy barked. “I’ve got them.”

With a contrite grimace, the muscle-bound keyboard player took a step back. “Sorry, man. I guess the rumors are true.”

“What rumors?” Ozzy asked.

“About you and Phoe…Mia being together and all.”

“We’re not—”

“We’re just friends,” I interrupted.

“Well, then,” Duke smiled invitingly. “Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you, Mia.”

“The only thing you can do for her is to play the fucking keyboard,” Ozzy snarled, slinging the strap of his duffle bag onto his shoulder. Sofia snickered. Syd cackled, and Ross mumbled a curse. I merely rolled my eyes while Oz fisted my suitcases and hoisted them off the ground. “Come on, Mia, I’ll show you to your room.”

Confusion stamped Duke’s face. I winked as I strolled past him and murmured, “It was an early flight. He’s kind of cranky. Just ignore him.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded with another wide, blinding grin.

After a quick tour of the impressive lodge, I followed Ozzy upstairs to a gorgeous room and quickly unpacked my bags. The sound of him slamming drawers and mumbling under his breath wafted through the air of the adjoining bathroom. I hoped he was berating himself for acting like a caveman outside but doubted if Ozzy was that self-aware yet. For some unknown reason, he’d decided to whip out his dick to measure against Duke’s. Maybe it was some testosterone-induced alpha thing, like declaring his status above the new wolves joining the pack.

Whatever.

Men were bizarre creatures.

Toting my toiletries to the bathroom, I claimed the left side of the counter before placing my body wash and hair care items in the spacious shower. All the while, Ozzy continued throwing his little temper tantrum in the next room. After strolling to the open doorway, I leaned against the frame, and cocked my head.

“Who pissed in your Wheaties?”

He spun around and I saw his face go taut with anger. “What?”

“I asked who pissed in your—”

“I heard that. What do you mean?”

“Your sudden rage. What pissed you off?”

“I’m not pissed.”

I arched my brows and pushed off the frame, striding toward him. “Really? So why are you slamming drawers and mumbling to yourself?”

“I wanted to stay in my old room. Burk claimed it just to be a dick.”

Did Ozzy have any idea how childish he sounded? Probably not. Biting back a grin, I moved in close and cupped his cheek.

“I’m sure if you calm down and give this room a chance, it will grow on you. I know it’s not the same as the other one. But you’re a big boy. I’m sure you’ll survive.”

While Ozzy narrowed his eyes, challenging my condescending tone, I pinched my lips together and shook in silent laughter. Then without an inkling of warning, he lifted me off the floor and slung me over his shoulder. I squealed in surprise, then burst out laughing as he tossed me onto his bed and followed me down. Pinning my wrists to the mattress, he locked me in a fierce, utterly feigned scowl.

“I have half a mind to put your sassy mouth to work.”

Like lightning, arousal streaked through me.

It had been two long, aching weeks since Ozzy had touched me…kissed me…sent me to the stars. I didn’t know if he was interested in sending me there again, but I was going to do my damndest to prod him in that direction.

“When it gets full let me know…maybe I can help you out.”

A wicked smirk kicked up a corner of his too-sexy mouth before he pounced, and slammed his lips to mine in a toe-curling, spine-bending kiss. Fire rolled up my body in a white-hot flash. I parted my lips and chased his tongue as I swallowed Ozzy’s hungry groan.

With a mental fist pump, I hooked a leg around his waist and tilted my hips to meet his. Releasing my wrists, Ozzy cupped my neck and tilted my head back, then delved even deeper. Using my heel at the small of his back,