Rock Me Slower (Licks of Leather #3) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,70

from the college kids in line turned to gasps and squeals as Mia stood on the sidewalk, grinning, waving, and blowing kisses to them. I eased up beside her and raised my head as the others poured from the limo. The air exploded in a thunderous roar of shouts and ear-piercing screams.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked, bending in close to her ear.

“Saying hello to the fans,” she bit out from behind a plastic smile.

My palms itched to fire up her sassy ass.

“Fuck. Me. Is it always this crazy?” Mick barked beside me, while we men surrounded Mia and Sofia, shielding them from the fans screaming for selfies and autographs.

“Worse. This crowd is calm.” I chuckled as we continued toward the entrance.

“Why are you Neanderthals playing bodyguard then?” Mia snarled over her shoulder.

With a broad grin, I met her anger head on. “To keep you two safe if things don’t stay calm.”

“It’s college kids, not the Hell’s Angels,” she drawled as Quinn quickly ushered us inside the loud, crowded bar.

The second we were recognized, more screams and cheers went up, drowning out the three young guys on stage playing a damn near perfect rendition of “Rock You Like A Hurricane.” We gave a wave of encouragement to the trio, before the bar owner rushed toward us and introductions were exchanged.

Burk snagged Sofia’s waist and drew her in close to his side. I balled my hands into fists to keep from doing the same to Mia, who was clearly in no mood for a touchy-feely moment. After a quick tour of the impressive dressing rooms, warmup studio, and ample outdoor stage with plenty of room for fans to enjoy a show, the manager, Todd, invited us to his office for a drink.

“You’ve got quite a setup here. I’m impressed,” Quinn announced.

“While none as big as Licks of Leather and Phoenix, we’ve hosted a number of famous bands. I’ll personally see that you have everything you’ll need to put on a kick-ass show.” Todd’s smiled looked a little too much like a used-car salesman.

“Email a list of references,” Quinn instructed, handing Todd his business card. “I’ll get back with you.”

“Sure. Sure.” Todd nodded.

We bid our goodbyes and walked across the street to check out three other bars and enjoy a few more drinks. By the time we piled into the limo to hit another cluster of clubs a few blocks away, Mia’s mood had improved exponentially. Of course, the chocolate martinis she’d consumed had everything to do with her giggly, slightly flirty mien. And made it doubly hard to keep from trying to seduce her out of the sexy-as-fuck outfit hugging her tempting body.

“Sofia,” Mia called toward the front of the limo. “We have got to get up and shake our asses at the next bar that’s playing decent music. You with me?”

“Hell yeah.” The saucy copper-haired beauty who’d consumed a few cocktails as well grinned.

“All right! I’m taking video with my phone.” Syd cheered. “Who doesn’t like a little girl-on-girl action?”

“We’re not stripping, you perv,” Sofia chided with a laugh.

“I know, but can you maybe grind on each other a little bit?”

While Sofia flipped the horny bass player off, Mia’s eyes grew wide. Leaning over Mick, she lifted her semi-blurry gaze on me. “You guys really need to go in together and buy that poor boy a hooker.”

“We did once.” I grinned. “Turned out her name was Mark.”

“Oh,” Mia said, lips pursing in a cock-hardening O.

“Even worse, his dick was bigger than mine,” Syd groused as the rest of us chuckled.

“A hummingbird’s dick is bigger than yours,” Ross taunted.

While the two men pelted each other with insults, Mia climbed over Mick and squeezed in between us, then leaned in close to my ear.

“Did Syd actually go ahead and have sex with the guy?”

I laughed. “No, sweetheart.”

“Then how does he know the guy’s dick was bigger?” she whispered loudly.

“Because I felt it when I put my hand up his dress,” Syd explained.

The whole limo erupted in raucous howls.

“Laugh it up, fuckers. One day I’ll get each of you back.”

“Hey, Burk’s the one who hired him,” I reminded. “I’m innocent.”

Mia barked out a laugh. “Innocent, my ass. You’re dirty and naughty, like—”

“Like you,” I murmured.

Eyes locked on hers, I could see the memories of our kinky lovemaking flashing through her brain, just as they were mine. Her lush lips were drawing me in like magnets. As I leaned in to claim a hungry kiss, the limo lurched to a