by Jenna Jacob
“Yeah.” He nodded, finally peeling his eyes from the verdant vista. “I dreamt of this exact spot the first night we made love.”
“Seriously? Wow. That’s never happened before,” I whispered. “I might have dream telepathy, too.”
“What does it mean?”
“It means I’m tuned in to you.” I grinned, then leaned up and kissed him.
“Do you ever have X-rated dreams I can join in on?”
“I do now that you’ve taught me about sex.”
A roguish grin speared his lips. “Want me to teach you again?”
I peered over his wide shoulder and glanced down the trail. Though I didn’t see anyone, I could hear their voices as they worked. “Maybe we can sneak out tonight while everyone’s sleeping.”
“I like the way you think, princess.”
His deep, guttural growl awakened a needy throb between my legs. I was about to change my mind and start stripping off my clothes when I saw Hope strolling up the trail, scouring the ground for wild herbs to fill the basket on her hip.
Dang it.
I spent the rest of the day smoldering for the chance to be alone with Ross. His heated stares, pelting me with salacious promise, pegged the needle on my impatience.
When we left the nightly bonfire and stepped inside the guesthouse, I brazenly began trying to tear his clothes off. The demand to feel his hot, naked flesh meshed to mine was like a beast unfurling inside me. But before I could even peel the shirt off his shoulders, Ross took control. He circled my wrists with one hand and raised my arms high above my head. Pinning me to the wall, he pressed my back up against the cool surface, cupped one breast, and captured my lips in a spine-bending kiss.
The heat of his erection nudging my sweltering folds was driving me insane. I writhed and moaned and inwardly cursed the barrier of clothing between us. When Ross pulled away, leaving me blazing and breathless, a wicked smile tugged his lips.
“We’ve had a busy day. Let’s get some sleep.”
“What?” I gasped. “You mean let’s go to bed, right?”
“No. I mean let’s get some sleep.” Keeping my wrists tightly secured in his hand, Ross lowered my arms and led me to the bedroom.
“B-but…I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I’m not tired. I’m ready.”
“For?”
“For sex.”
“Are you wet?”
“Soaked.”
“Is your clit throbbing?”
“Harder than any drum you’ve ever played.”
“Good,” he murmured against my lips. “Then simmer a while longer for me.”
I jerked my head back and gaped up at him while shock and fury pulsed through my veins. Twisting my wrists from his grip, I slapped my hands on my hips. “I’ve been simmering all day.”
“I know. I’ve smelled the sweet heat of your succulent cunt since this morning.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“You’ll see.” His cryptic reply sent my frustration soaring higher, until he kissed me again—so soft and slow—and magically smoothed the edges of my prickly demand.
We snuggled into bed and I managed to fall asleep while Ross massaged my scalp and stroked my arm. I was lost in some forgotten dream when he woke me with hungry kisses and an eager, prodding erection.
Finally, he’s ready to put my fire out.
At least I’d hoped that until he pulled away with a playful tug of my lip.
“I’ll pull on my jeans and gather up some blankets while you toss on a nightgown and grab the pillows.”
“For what?”
“You’ll see.” The wicked gleam in his eyes told me he was planning something fun, so I didn’t bother to argue.
Quiet as a couple of church mice, we snuck out of the guesthouse, and back up the trail.
The stars twinkled like diamonds and the wet dew tickled my bare feet. When we reached the flat rock, Ross spread out the blankets and pillows on the lush, grassy ground. Then he peeled my nightgown off over my head. After tossing it onto the rock, he lifted me into his strong arms, then slanted his warm, loving lips to mine. Long minutes later, need was blazing again low in my belly when he eased me onto the soft bed of covers.
Lips still tingling, I lifted onto an elbow and watched him strip off his tee and jeans in the shimmering moonlight. Ross’s sun-kissed flesh rippled and glowed, sending sparks zipping up my spine. He tossed his clothes alongside mine, then knelt between my knees. Prowling up my body, like a sleek, sexy lion, Ross cupped my breasts and captured my lips in a sinful, toe-curling kiss. He dragged the pads of his thumbs over each aching crest, swallowing my soft moans as I arched my back, brazenly begging for more.
As Ross hovered over me, his big body blanketed me in heat while his masterful fingers, mouth, and tongue set me ablaze. Delicious flames licked up my spine, and as he murmured sinful, erotic words in my ear, I clung to the silky threads of euphoria. Ever so slowly, Ross pressed his wide crest between my quivering folds, filling and stretching me with inch after inch of his glorious, thick shaft.
The moon and Ross’s half-lidded eyes caressed my face as our bodies, cradled in the palm of the mountain—my keeper of secrets, dreams, and desires—surged together. He played my body like a symphony while the thick grass and rich soil beneath us provided the perfect harmony.
I could feel the mountain weaving its magical powers through me with each powerful thrust and draw of Ross’s shaft. Fused together in a coiling fire of ecstasy, he drank down my screams of rapture as we shattered together, over and over, in beautiful, breathless crescendos of soul-stealing nirvana.
The night sky began to turn a muted charcoal gray. Ross stood and slid on his jeans. Grabbing his tee and my gown, he bent and gathered me—blankets, pillows, and all—into his thick arms, then carried me down the trail to the guesthouse.
Sated, spent, and exhausted, we slept through breakfast and nearly missed lunch.
Later that afternoon, while I was helping Celeste dip candles, Jeb handed Ross an ax, then the two of them began chopping wood. It wasn’t long before Ross’s logs were falling as neatly and cleanly as Jeb’s. Unable to take my eyes off the big drummer, I watched him wipe his brow with the back of his arm as sweat poured down his face. Seconds later, he peeled off his shirt and my heart fluttered. The corded muscles of his arms and shoulders bunched, bulged, and strained from exertion. Enthralled with the rivulets of well-earned sweat sliding down his bronze skin, my mouth watered to lick the salty beads from his flesh. A familiar, incessant ache bloomed between my legs.
“You’re going to burn your fingers in the hot wax if you keep watching him instead of what you’re doing,” Celeste teased.
Blinking from my fugue, I sent her a grin. “I can’t help it.”
“I can see why.” She winked.
When the chopping was done, Ross gave me a sweaty kiss and headed to the guesthouse. I ached to leave Celeste to the candles and join him in the shower but managed to stay and get my job done.
When dinner was finished and the moon crested over the trees, we sat with the others around the bonfire again, passing jugs of mead. Jeb played his banjo and Ross used a couple of sticks to drum on the hollow log beside him. Dad pulled out his harmonica and gave me a wink, then leaned over and whispered something to Jeb.
“We’ve missed your pretty voice, baby girl.” Dad grinned. “Sing for us.”
My face caught fire. Embarrassment surged through me and I frantically shook my head. Beside me, Ross cupped my chin and held me prisoner with a loving gaze.
“Sing for me, princess.” He smiled. “I did hear you that night in New York.”
“Y-you did?” My cheeks grew even hotter.
“Yes. Sing for me, Harmony. Please, sing for me here…on your mountain.”
Ross could have asked me to walk through the flames and I wouldn’t have been able to refuse him. But I struggled to tamp down the anxiety climbing through me. The man was a professional musician. He had a r
ough, sensual voice that never failed to make my skin tingle. He had hundreds of thousands of fans all over the world. I was nothing but a mountain girl who’d been blessed by the goddesses enough to carry a tune.
Maybe in the end, that’s all that mattered.
As Jeb and Dad began playing my favorite Kentucky tune, I sucked in a deep breath and began singing to Ross. The melody spilled from my lips and everyone around the fire vanished. In my mind, we were the only two people in the whole wide world. But then, I’d often felt that way since meeting him.
Pride and happiness glowed on his face, erasing my embarrassment and bolstering my courage. As I sang my way to the chorus, Ross joined in with me. His deep, sexy voice sent a shiver quaking through me. He just smiled and winked, then plucked me onto his lap, where we finished the song.
“You have an amazing voice, my love.”
“Thank you,” I murmured softly.
“I have no doubt that we’ll be making beautiful music together…forever.”
Forever? My heart soared. I wanted to race to the top of the mountain and shout out for the whole world to hear that Ross Walker loved me…forever.
Instead, I melted against his chest as he kissed me hard and swallowed my blissful sigh.
“All right, you two lovebirds, knock it off,” Dad cajoled. “We’ve got more songs to sing.”
And sing we did, for several more hours. It was late when Ross lifted me into his arms and stood. After bidding our good nights, he carried me to the guesthouse. The wicked gleam in his eyes told me neither of us was going to get much sleep tonight.
He peeled off my clothes, skimming kisses over every inch of skin he exposed, before tumbling me into bed. We made sweet, passionate love all night until the sky began to lighten.
I was just drifting off to sleep when Ross lifted me out of the bed. “Get dressed, princess. I have a surprise for you.”
“Later,” I moaned. “I’m tired. You wore me out.”
“I’ll let you sleep after we visit your rock.”
“You turned my legs to jelly. I can’t walk, especially not all the way up the mountain.”
“Then I’ll carry you.” He grinned as he brushed the hair from my face and helped me dress.
“Leave them,” Ross instructed as I reached for the blankets and pillows. “You wore me out, too.”
“Then what are we going up the mountain—”
“You’ll see.” A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.
As he promised, Ross lifted me into his arms and carried me up the path. When we reached the top, he set me down on the rock and took my hand. The grass shimmered with dew in the breaking dawn as the sun, cresting the horizon, illuminated the sky in hues of pink and purple. Rows of tall green pine, maples, oak, and dogwoods lined the jagged hills and valleys. Each peak was brushed in gradient shades of azure fog.
“Jesus, this is exactly how it looked in my dream,” Ross marveled for the second time.
Grudgingly peeling his eyes off the stunning sunrise, he cupped my chin and brushed a feather-soft kiss over my lips. As he eased back, he knelt down on a knee beside me.
“You’re going to get your jeans wet. Here, let me scoot—”
“No. Stay put. I’m fine.”
“Okay, but there’s room for both of us on the rock to watch the sunrise.”
“I know. We’re not here to watch the sunrise, princess.”
“We’re not?”
Ross shook his head. “I brought you here for a couple of reasons. First, to thank you for teaching me how to live again.”
The anxiety pouring off him sent tendrils of unease winding through me. Had he changed his mind about forever?
“You don’t have to thank me. I was glad I could help.”
Unsure what was happening between us, I opened myself up and tried to read his feelings. But when I was met with his formidable walls again, my heart instantly sank. Fears of him leaving me here instead of joining him on the tour…of him deciding he wasn’t ready to give his heart to a mountain woman sent tears stinging the backs of my eyes.
“Me, too. I need you to know that while you might not have saved the world, you did save me. But more importantly, along the way, you stole my heart.”
A flutter of relief skipped through me. “You stole mine, too.”
“I’m glad.” He sent me a shaky smile and swallowed tightly. “I love you. Love you more than I ever knew was possible.”
“I love…” My words died off as Ross raised his hand and offered me the blue velvet box nestled in his palm.
My eyes grew wide.
My mouth dropped open.
My heart drummed in my chest and thundered in my ears.
And the air in my lungs seized as an even bigger wave of anxiety surged off Ross.
Studying my reaction intently, he licked his lips and drew in a shaky breath. “You’ve rocked the foundation out from under me, princess. Rocked me so thoroughly, so fast, I don’t want to spend another second of my life without you.”
Lifting the lid on the box, Ross cupped my trembling hand and placed it in my palm. Tears of joy and shock blurred my view of the massive sparkling diamond.
“Harmony Sharp, will you marry me?”
“Yes. Yes. Oh, god, yes,” I choked.
He let out a massive sigh of relief as I clutched the box, dropped down to the wet grass beside him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He clutched me like a lifeline. Holding on to him tightly, I sobbed like a baby.
The sun crested the top of the ridge, warming my skin as Ross sipped my happy tears.
He eased back and lifted the stunning ring from its box, sending a rainbow of prisms dancing over the rock as it meshed with the brilliant bright rays.
Love, pure and true, shimmered in his eyes and poured off his big, beautiful unbroken heart as he slid the ring onto my finger and whispered, “Forever, princess.”
“Forever,” I sighed blissfully.
Cupping his cheeks, I pressed my lips to his, pouring every ounce of love, happiness, and promise blazing within me deep into his soul. I might have rocked the foundation out from under him in a short amount of time, but Ross had rocked mine even faster.
Thank You
I hope you enjoyed Harmony peeling back Ross’s layers and the way she worked her special magic on his scared heart. But it’s going to take a lot more than magic for—resident smart-ass and bass player—Syd Wilson’s long-lost friend, Caris Burton to pierce his defenses and unlock his horrific past.
I charm the fans with my wicked bass,
but no one charms my heart…
until she tries to save me.
ROCK ME DEEPER
Licks of Leather, Book 5
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, her words will leave you breathless and craving more.
A mom of four grown children, Jenna, her husband Sean and their furry babies reside in Kansas. Though she spent over thirty years in accounting, Jenna isn’t your typical bean counter. She’s brassy, sassy, and loves to laugh, but is humbly thrilled to be living her dream as a full-time author. When she’s not slamming coffee while pounding out emotional stories, you can find her reading, listening to music, cooking, camping, or enjoying the open road on the back of a Harley.
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(Co-authored with Shayla Black and Isabella LaPearl)
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The Young and The Submissive
The Bold and The Dominant
The Edge Of Dominance
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