Rock Me Faster (Licks Of Leather Book 4)

by Jenna Jacob

“All right, then. I guess I should pack my things and head to the airport.” He nodded.

  “Before you go, there’s something I’d like to give you, Bodhi,” Ross announced as he leaned forward and tugged an envelope from the back pocket of his jeans.

  “What’s this?”

  “Open it.” Ross smiled.

  Curiosity spiked, I watched Dad tear the seal open and pull out a long piece of paper.

  “Oh, hell, son. What have you done?” Dad gasped.

  “It’s a cashier’s check…good anywhere in the world,” Ross murmured. “Pay the taxes on the mountain and use the rest for whatever you want or need.”

  “B-but…there’s enough to pay the taxes and buy another mountain,” Dad stammered as tears filled his eyes. He shook his head and tried to thrust the check back into Ross’s hand. “I-I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”

  “Please. Take it. No one can put a price on the way Harmony’s face lights up when she talks about home. I can practically see and feel the beauty of the mountain in her voice. Not to brag, sir, but that”—Ross nodded at the check—“doesn’t put a dent in my financial portfolio. And even if it did, I don’t care. I’d do anything to make sure Harmony, you, and the people of your community never lose your sacred mountain home.”

  “Thank you. Thank you so much,” Dad choked. As a tear slid down his cheek, and many poured down mine, Bodhi shook Ross’s hand.

  It was early evening, long hours after saying goodbye to Dad, Ozzy, Mia, Burk, Sofia, and Syd—as they piled into a limo bound for the airport—that Ross woke me from a much-needed nap with soft but insistent kisses.

  As he leaned over me, I cupped his cheek with my working hand and let out a sleepy moan. Lifting my heavy eyelids, I saw a naughty smile tugging the corners of his lips.

  “What are you up to?”

  “About eight inches.” Flashing a cocky grin, he stood and glanced down his naked body, pausing at his swollen shaft.

  “Mercy,” I whispered, my gaze now locked there, too.

  I’d never seen a man naked, let alone a man naked and erect. Leaning up on my good elbow, I dragged an instantly aroused stare over every line, ridge, and plane of his sculpted torso. My fingers tingled to trace the flesh of his brown, flat nipples. My mouth watered with the ache to slide my tongue over his taut flesh and colorful tattoos. Even his navel made my girl parts throb in demand.

  Skimming down farther, I sucked in a shaky breath and stalled another heart-stopping stare at his thick, wide, weeping erection. Like the rest of him, it was huge and lined with pulsating veins that sent tingles skipping through me. Maybe I should have been scared by the sheer size of his glorious girth, but I wasn’t. I was curious. I wanted to touch him…wanted to wrap my hand around his engorged flesh and feel the heat and weight of him in my palm.

  “Oh, my,” I whispered, unconsciously licking my lips.

  “Don’t do that, princess,” Ross growled hoarsely. “I’m hanging by a thread here. You keep looking at my cock like that while licking those pretty plump lips, and I’m going to lose all control.”

  Please, do.

  With a mournful moan, I pinched them together.

  “This is going to get way harder than I expected,” Ross murmured.

  “Harder?” I choked, gaze still locked on his shaft. “It looks like it’s going to burst through your skin already.”

  Ross chuckled. “The only way I can get harder than this would be if I were inside you. But until you feel—”

  “I feel great. That nap did wonders.” My breaths were quick and shallow.

  “Oh, my little temptress. Let’s get you up and out of those clothes while I still have a sliver of restraint.”

  When I sat up, I noticed his suitcases were sitting by the closet. Ross followed my line of sight and grinned.

  “While you were sleeping, I checked out of my room and moved in here. You don’t mind, do you?”

  “No, I’m glad you did.” And was even happier that there might be a future with Ross after all.

  After attaching the plastic cover over my cast, Ross adjusted the water temperature and led me into the massive shower. I stood beneath the spray and moaned as it pelted my aching muscles. After shampooing my hair, Ross wrapped an arm around my waist and held on to me as I tipped my head back and rinsed the bubbles away. The feel of his thick, hot erection pressing against my stomach unleashed a riot of wanton cravings within.

  By the time he finished repeating the process with my conditioner, my clit was throbbing like a drum, and my hips were bouncing against his all on their own.

  “Harmony, baby…you gotta stop doing that,” Ross bit out between clenched teeth.

  “I can’t help it,” I whimpered. “I ache so bad. I need you to take it away like you did the night of the concert.”

  “I know, princess. I’m throbbing like a bitch here, too,” he growled, slathering his big hands in soap.

  “Tell me what to do for you.”

  “There’s nothing you can do, but I’ll help take your ache away again.”

  Claiming my lips in a ravenous kiss, Ross swallowed my needy moans as he molded his hand against my waist and anchored me in place. Then he glided his other over my hip to the top of my thigh—leaving a trail of delicious sparks in its wake—before cupping my mound with his palm. His hand stilled, and I whimpered in need as he wrapped his tongue around mine and pulled me into his sweltering mouth.

  Pulsing against his palm, I tried to alleviate the incessant throb by rocking myself against his hand, silently willing him to take the ache away. But Ross was in no hurry to put out my fire. Long minutes later, after kissing me dizzy, he dragged his fingers up the seam of my folds.

  Anticipation spiked.

  Skating kisses and love bites down my neck and chest—sending the flames licking my spine jumping even higher—Ross lashed my nipple with his masterful tongue.

  “Your hot pussy is melting and puddling in my hand,” he murmured against the tight, heavy flesh of my breast. “Soon, I’m going to put my mouth on you again. Clasp on to your hot little pussy and lap and suck all that sweet virgin juice from inside you…make you shatter on my face over and over until you can’t scream my name anymore.”

  I was still whimpering from his salacious words when Ross slid a finger over my swollen folds. I gasped, then squealed when he swiped the pad over my thundering clit. Back and forth, he batted the stiff nub until my knees and core were quivering, until I clung to his shoulder with my uninjured hand and issued an unladylike animalistic growl.

  The first time Ross touched me like this, I had no idea where or what I was charging toward. But I did now. Basking in each coaxing stroke of his fingers, and the lurid dirty words he continued whispering in my ear, I’d sped toward that euphoric pinnacle of pleasure like a silver bullet.

  Grinding against his busy fingers, I threw my head back and mewled.

  Notching up the pace and pressure with his devilish digits, Ross dragged his mouth across my chest. Bathing my other breast with wicked lashes of his tongue, he raked his teeth over my flesh, then nipped and tugged my throbbing peak.

  I was burning alive from the inside out, and my keening cries echoed off the marble walls and melded with the hot steam filling the air as I ground wildly against his hand.

  “Shatter for me, princess. Fly.”

  Ross’s tone was so primal, so commanding, I was helpless to do anything but unravel. He strummed my clit with his thumb and pressed his fingers flat against my opening.

  As a quaking bolt of lightning slashed my spine, I sucked in a ragged breath and sank my nails deep into his flesh. Body humming and muscles tensing, my tunnel clutched like a fist before violent convulsions seized my empty tunnel.

  Shattering into a million exploding stars, I screamed his name.

  “So fucking gorgeous. Yes, princess…just like that,” he panted as I continued grinding against the soft stroke of his thumb.

  Slowly floating back to earth, I fel
t Ross’s body rocking rhythmically. Lifting my heavy lids, I found him, eyes closed and fisting his hard erection in long, vicious strokes. Mesmerized by the savage beauty lining his face and the brutal glory of his muscles bunching and flexing with each cruel stroke, I reached down and wrapped my hand around his fist.

  Ross jolted. His eyes flew open, and I was surprised to see his dark, dilated pools visibly smoldering in need. Then without a word, he released his shaft and guided my hand to it. As I clasped my fingers around him, his hard, thick length jerked against my palm. Though Ross was hard as steel, his skin there felt like hot velvet. Enthralled by the unique sensation, I slowly stroked him, delighting in the feel of his thick veins skipping over my fingers.

  “Fuck.”

  The level of hunger in his growled curse, coupled with the heat flaring in his eyes, sent a shiver quaking through me.

  “Teach me how to make you feel good,” I whispered.

  “You already are, princess. Your hand feels like heaven.”

  “Please.”

  As a tremor slid through him, Ross cupped my hand and squeezed my fingers until I was gripping him firmly.

  “Fast and hard,” he bit out, guiding my fist up and down his length with brutal strokes.

  His tawny nipples had grown darker and were pebbled in arousal, like mine always did whenever he looked, touched, or kissed me. As Ross continued directing my fist along his velvet steel, I leaned in and flicked the tip of my tongue over his beaded nipple.

  A strangled cry of pleasure erupted from the back of his throat before he sucked in a long hiss. Though I didn’t really know what I was doing, his response filled me with empowerment. Letting go of self-doubt, I followed the primal urges unfurling within. I didn’t want to make Ross feel good. I wanted to coax the same euphoria from him that he did from me.

  Swirling my tongue around his beaded flesh, I smiled against his skin when Ross cursed again. Then with a low growl, he cinched a fist in my hair and held me there, silently commanding me to keep licking, flicking, and sucking.

  While skimming kisses across his wide chest to pay homage to his other nipple, I glanced down at our hands, now moving so rapidly they were practically a blur. The hope that one day—soon—his glorious shaft would be spearing me with the same manic rhythm caused my clit to start aching again. Spreading my legs, I repositioned my hips and whimpered as his engorged tip drummed against my greedy nub.

  With a strangled moan, Ross moved his hand from my hip and gripped one cheek of my butt before pulling me closer. Flames licked up my spine as his hot, slick tip pierced my folds and battered my clit.

  “Jesus,” he panted. “I want inside you so fucking bad…want to feel your sweet virgin cunt gripping my dick and claim your precious hymen.”

  The passion in his hungry growl, the images now erupting in my brain, and the relentless stroke of his crest sent me sailing toward the heavens all over again.

  Fire whipped through me as Ross’s hand, surrounding mine, jerked to a halt before he squeezed my fingers tightly around him. I felt him expand and pulse in my hand as he threw back his head and roared my name.

  Thick streams of hot liquid jettisoned over my clit.

  Inundated with the euphoria coalescing off him and the bliss unfurling inside me, I wailed Ross’s name as I shattered with him.

  Panting wildly, he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me tightly against him before slapping a palm flat against the wall. He supported us both for long minutes until our breathing evened out. But even then, my body was still quivering and trembling in aftershocks.

  “We need to do a whole lot more of that.” Ross smirked.

  “Say the word and I’ll give you another private performance any time you want.” I grinned, tossing out the words he’d said to me backstage.

  After a decadent dinner of bacon-wrapped scallops—that would forever take the top spot in my book of favorite foods—on the terrace, Ross climbed into bed beside me.

  I languidly woke in his heavenly arms, the next morning, and we ate a leisurely breakfast in bed, then packed our suitcases. Ross helped me into another lavish limo before we boarded a private jet to Chicago.

  When we landed, we were whisked away in yet another limo. Ross called Angie to let her know we were headed her way and to prepare a guest room for Bernie.

  Like ants, anxiety marched beneath my skin.

  As if sensing my unease, Ross threaded his fingers through mine and sent me a crooked smile. “Stop worrying. I was never in love with Angie. Ever.”

  “But you had sex with her.”

  The words had barely left my lips when I felt Ross’s walls close up around him again. My heart sank. How many more ghosts were hiding in his closet? Refusing to let him shut me out after we’d come so far, I lifted my chin and arched a brow.

  “If I’m not allowed to keep secrets, then neither are you.”

  At first, Ross was visibly taken aback by my challenge, then slowly nodded, and I blessedly felt his walls fall away once more.

  “You’re right. No more secrets.” He squeezed my hand and stared off into space. “Lily’s death and becoming addicted to cocaine messed me up really bad. My entire world, my whole identity had always centered around control. Control of my career, my finances, but mostly total control in the bedroom. One day, I’ll introduce you to that dynamic if and when you’re ready.”

  A kaleidoscope of questions turned in my brain, but I simply nodded. I didn’t want to sidetrack whatever Ross needed to say.

  “I left rehab assuming that I would come home and resume my Dominant lifestyle again. But I couldn’t shake the fear of losing control…of hurting another woman. I stopped having sex. When jacking off didn’t ease my frustration, I started drinking…a lot. I’m not a nice drunk. After several months, Angie had reached her limit. She poured all the booze in the house down the drain, sat me down, and told me she was going to send me back to rehab if I didn’t start talking.

  “So, I did. I told her everything, spilled it all out at her feet. When she offered her body to ease my pent-up frustration, I told her no. That I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt her. Since she knew about my need for Dominance in bed, she suggested something so fucking absurd I laughed in her face. But the more I thought about it, the more sense it actually made.”

  Ross shook his head and heaved out a heavy sigh.

  “I let Angie cuff me to the bed when we had sex.”

  The air left my lungs in a whoosh. “Y-you mean…like, chain you down?”

  “That’s exactly what I mean. I couldn’t touch her, couldn’t hold her, kiss her…nothing. The only thing I had any control over was coming in a condom.”

  “Oh, Ross,” I whispered, heart breaking in two. “That sounds so…”

  “Cold? Empty? Yeah, it was. But god love her, Angie kept me sane.”

  Every preconceived notion I had about the woman turned on its axis. Realizing they hadn’t been making love but simply copulating for nothing more than release, I was in awe of her compassion and the lengths she’d been willing to go in order to give Ross the salvation he’d needed.

  “But…you’ve touched me, kissed me, done everything but make love to me. When we make love, w-will I have to chain you to the bed, too?”

  Please say no. Please say no.

  “No.” Ross shook his head. Thank goodness. “That first night in the VIP room with you, I’d already had my hands all over you when I realized I was still in control. I’d simply mind-fucked myself for years, thinking I wasn’t. That, and”—his voice softened—“I’d found the right woman to finally let myself go with. To let myself be me again.”

  “Is that why you kept asking if I trusted you?”

  “Maybe, I’m not sure. At the time, I didn’t want to scare you or force you to do something you didn’t want to.”

  I kissed his cheek and smiled. “I want to do everything with you.”

  He let out a strangled groan, then cupped my nape and pillaged m
y mouth with his tongue. Sparks and lightning bolts ignited inside me, but as the limo slowed and finally came to a stop, Ross pulled back and glanced out the window.

  “We’re home.” He grinned.

  I leaned down and peered at the house…no, peered at the castle, and pressed a hand to my heart, now slamming against my ribs. The stone circular drive and the white limestone and beige stucco exterior that framed massive shimmering windows on every floor and the numerous peaks of the roof, boasting at least five fireplaces, looked like a French chalet I’d once seen in a magazine.

  “Th-this is your house?” I stammered.

  Ross chuckled. “Don’t worry. It’s homey inside. Not pretentious like Sylvia’s place.”

  “Y-you live here…just you and Angie?”

  “I needed a tax write-off.” He shrugged.

  “How many bedrooms are in this place?”

  “Eight. Eight bedrooms, ten bathrooms, a workout room, sauna, library, wine cellar, media room, a couple of offices, and a pool in the back.”

  “I’m going to need a map to keep from getting lost.”

  He chuckled again. “It’s not that big.”

  “Compared to what I lived in, it’s gigantic.” I glanced over my shoulder and pointed to the round white marble waterfall poised on the front lawn, surrounded by sculpted shrubs. “The trailer I share with Bodhi is smaller than that.”

  “Then you’ll have plenty of room to stretch your limbs.” He grinned as the driver opened the door.

  Placing my palm in his hand, Ross helped me from the vehicle as an excited squeal split the air. Sliding a possessive arm around my waist, he turned and smiled. Stepping off the porch, a tall, willowy, strawberry-blonde with twinkling blue eyes rushed toward us.

  “Oh, my…” She flashed a blinding smile that highlighted tiny lines around her eyes and mouth. “Harmony, it’s an honor to meet you. I’m Angie, Ross’s housekeeper, cook, secretary”—she glanced up at the man and tilted her head—“and friend.”

  Flooded by the happiness and serenity flowing off her, my angst vanished.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.” It was, now that I knew she was the kind of friend who’d given so much to help save Ross.